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.github/workflows/docker-build.yml

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+name: Build and Push Docker Image
+
+on:
+  push:
+    branches:
+      - main
+  workflow_dispatch:
+
+env:
+  REGISTRY: ghcr.io
+  IMAGE_NAME: ${{ github.repository }}
+
+jobs:
+  build-and-push:
+    runs-on: ubuntu-latest
+    permissions:
+      contents: read
+      packages: write
+
+    steps:
+      - name: Checkout repository
+        uses: actions/checkout@v4
+
+      - name: Set up Docker Buildx
+        uses: docker/setup-buildx-action@v3
+
+      - name: Log in to Container Registry
+        uses: docker/login-action@v3
+        with:
+          registry: ${{ env.REGISTRY }}
+          username: ${{ github.actor }}
+          password: ${{ secrets.GITHUB_TOKEN }}
+
+      - name: Extract metadata
+        id: meta
+        uses: docker/metadata-action@v5
+        with:
+          images: ${{ env.REGISTRY }}/${{ env.IMAGE_NAME }}
+          tags: |
+            type=ref,event=branch
+            type=sha,prefix={{branch}}-
+            type=semver,pattern={{version}}
+            type=semver,pattern={{major}}.{{minor}}
+            type=raw,value=latest
+
+      - name: Build and push Docker image
+        uses: docker/build-push-action@v5
+        with:
+          context: .
+          file: ./Dockerfile.github
+          push: true
+          tags: ${{ steps.meta.outputs.tags }}
+          labels: ${{ steps.meta.outputs.labels }}
+          build-args: |
+            REPO_URL=https://github.com/${{ github.repository }}.git
+            BRANCH=${{ github.ref_name }}

Dockerfile

@@ -14,7 +14,8 @@ RUN npm install --legacy-peer-deps && \
 COPY . .
 
 # Build app with higher memory limit (prerendering is memory-intensive)
-RUN NODE_OPTIONS="--max-old-space-size=2048" npm run build
+ENV NODE_OPTIONS="--max-old-space-size=4096"
+RUN npm run build
 
 # Runtime stage - use distroless for minimal size
 FROM node:22-alpine
@@ -41,9 +42,8 @@ USER nodejs
 
 EXPOSE 3000
 
-# Health check
+# Set heap limit for production
-HEALTHCHECK --interval=30s --timeout=3s --start-period=40s --retries=3 \
+ENV NODE_OPTIONS="--max-old-space-size=4096"
-  CMD node -e "require('http').get('http://localhost:3000/', (r) => {if (r.statusCode !== 200) throw new Error(r.statusCode)})"
 
-# Start app with memory limits
+# Start app
-CMD ["node", "--max-old-space-size=512", ".output/server/index.mjs"]
+CMD ["node", ".output/server/index.mjs"]

Dockerfile.github

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+# Build stage - clone from GitHub and build
+FROM node:22-alpine AS builder
+
+WORKDIR /app
+
+# Install git for cloning
+RUN apk add --no-cache git
+
+# Clone repository (use ARG for flexibility)
+ARG REPO_URL=https://github.com/your-username/your-repo.git
+ARG BRANCH=main
+RUN git clone --branch ${BRANCH} --depth 1 ${REPO_URL} .
+
+# Install dependencies
+RUN npm install --legacy-peer-deps && \
+  npm cache clean --force
+
+# Build app with sufficient memory
+RUN NODE_OPTIONS="--max-old-space-size=2048" npm run build
+
+# Runtime stage
+FROM node:22-alpine
+
+WORKDIR /app
+
+# Install git for potential runtime needs
+RUN apk add --no-cache git
+
+# Copy package files from builder
+COPY --from=builder /app/package.json /app/package-lock.json ./
+
+# Install production dependencies only
+RUN npm install --omit=dev --legacy-peer-deps && \
+  npm cache clean --force && \
+  rm -rf /root/.npm /root/.cache
+
+# Copy built app from builder
+COPY --from=builder /app/.output ./.output
+
+# Create non-root user
+RUN addgroup -g 1001 -S nodejs && \
+  adduser -S nodejs -u 1001
+USER nodejs
+
+EXPOSE 3000
+
+# Health check
+HEALTHCHECK --interval=30s --timeout=3s --start-period=40s --retries=3 \
+  CMD node -e "require('http').get('http://localhost:3000/', (r) => {if (r.statusCode !== 200) throw new Error(r.statusCode)})"
+
+# Start app
+CMD ["node", "--max-old-space-size=512", ".output/server/index.mjs"]

content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1.md

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+---
+title: "Chapter 1: Awakening the SSS-Rank Class"
+slug: "ch-1"
+novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
+number: 1
+views: 0
+likes: 0
+wordCount: 1507
+createdAt: "2026-04-13"
+---
+
+Valora Continent, East Region.
+
+In one of the bustling cities of the Inner Circle, Crestford City, a group of young men and women, all around fifteen years old, stood with a mix of seriousness and apprehension etched onto their faces.
+
+Weapons of various kinds—swords, spears, and bows with quivers of arrows—were slung across their backs as they stood facing the shimmering blue portal before them.
+
+Armed men and women in military attire formed a protective circle around the portal, standing guard with unwavering vigilance.
+
+"We're really entering a dungeon this time!" one student exclaimed, a mix of excitement and nerves evident in their voice.
+
+"I can't lie—I'm nervous too," another admitted, shifting uneasily.
+
+"Hah! Pathetic," a confident voice scoffed. "There's nothing to fear in an awakening dungeon. It's just goblins."
+
+"Easy for you to say," someone else muttered. "I've never fought a monster before. This will be my first real battle, and honestly... it's a little terrifying."
+
+"Don't overthink it," another chimed in, their tone steady and reassuring. "We've been trained for this for five years. The academy made sure we're prepared for anything the dungeon might throw at us."
+
+"Exactly," another agreed with a firm nod. "All we have to do is stay cautious and stick to what we've learned. We'll be fine."
+
+The students continued talking, their voices a mix of apprehension and determination. Some were visibly tense, gripping their weapons tightly, while others stood tall with confidence, trusting in the rigorous teachings of Horizon Academy.
+
+Among the students stood a striking young man, his silver-white hair flowing effortlessly, catching the light with every movement. His piercing pink eyes gleamed with an otherworldly intensity, drawing attention even in the midst of the crowd.
+
+"What? Are you afraid?" Max chuckled, glancing at his trembling friend. He wore a blue shirt over a black t-shirt, with a sword strapped securely to his waist. A small bag was slung across his shoulders behind his back, and a carefully placed dagger rested within easy reach, completing his prepared yet casual appearance.
+
+"A little," Nevin admitted in a quiet voice, his messy black hair falling over his drooped eyes. "Even though this is a no-rank dungeon, the boss monster inside could range from level 3 to level 5. And if luck isn't on our side... we might have to face a level 5 boss."
+
+"Don't worry too much." Max chuckled, wrapping his hands around Nevin's neck. "It's a goblin-based dungeon, and we all know they are the weakest monsters we could find in the dungeons, so don't think too much about it."
+
+Nevin sighed and nodded, though the hesitation lingered on his face, clear as day
+
+Max shook his head with mild exasperation, seeing his best friend so scared of something as harmless as a no-rank dungeon.
+
+'Could he planning to...?' A dreaded thought came to his mind but he immediately shook his head. 'No, I am just overthinking this for sure. It must be the no rank dungeons.'
+
+No-rank dungeons, often called Awakening Dungeons, were the most basic and weakest dungeons known in the world. These places held no real danger, yet they were vital for every fifteen-year-old, as entering one was the only way to awaken their classes and begin their journey towards transcendence.
+
+'I wonder what class I'll awaken...' Max thought, his excitement bubbling under the surface. But suddenly, an image flashed in his mind—a familiar face, one he hadn't seen in years.
+
+'Big Sister... Where are you? It's been two years...' His expression shifted abruptly, the spark of delight in his eyes dimming into sorrow.
+
+'Are you in some kind of trouble?' he wondered, clenching his fists tightly. 'But don't worry—I'll come looking for you soon. Just let me awaken a class first.' His expression turned serious as he hardened his resolve.
+
+Five years ago, just before his sister awakened, their parents disappeared without a trace, leaving Max and his sister to rely on each other for everything. She had been his anchor, his guide through the storm of uncertainty.
+
+But two years ago, even that anchor was torn away when his sister stopped sending messages and vanished from his life. The last time he had seen her felt like a lifetime ago.
+
+Since then, a gnawing void had consumed him—a need to find her, to uncover the truth about their parents. Every day, that goal burned brighter in his heart, refusing to fade.
+
+And therefore, awakening his class had become more than a milestone to him—it was the first step toward reclaiming his family and uncovering the truth that had haunted him for years.
+
+"Everyone!"
+
+At that moment, a middle-aged man with golden hair arrived before them. He wore a black suit and black glasses in a stylish fashion. He was the dean of the Horizon Academy, Shaun Wanes.
+
+"Students of Horizon Academy, this is the moment you've been waiting for—the beginning of your journey, the culmination of five years of relentless effort, discipline, and determination," he declared, his voice ringing with pride and purpose.
+
+"You have been trained, tested, and prepared for this day. The knowledge you've gained about dungeons and their dangers is etched into your very being, so I won't waste words on what you already know," he continued, his tone turning solemn, heavy with meaning.
+
+"But remember this: a dungeon is an unforgiving place, where the line between glory and tragedy is razor-thin. Be vigilant, for the unknown lurks in every shadow, and the unforeseen waits for no one."
+
+The kids nodded, hearing the dean. Although they were slightly nervous because it was their first time going into a dungeon and fighting monsters, they knew they were all well-prepared. The nervousness was just a fleeting problem for them, which would go away as soon as they entered the dungeon.
+
+"Alright then, go forth and conquer the dungeon," the dean declared, pointing at the shimmering blue portal.
+
+"Let's go, Nevin," Max said to Nevin before heading towards the portal. Nevin nodded as he closely followed behind.
+
+Soon they entered the dungeon with all the students of the Horizon Academy and disappeared from the scene.
+
+Just as Max passed through the portal, his head swirled for a moment before he found himself standing in a narrow hall. Torches lined the walls, and a foul stench struck Max. 'Damn, this place is smelly.'
+
+Looking around, he found that he wasn't alone. There were six other students present beside him, but none he was familiar with.
+
+Just at that moment, a bright blue light appeared in his vision and a voice rang in his head.
+
+[Congratulations to Max Voidwalker for awakening a SSS rank class—Dimensional Keeper.]
+
+Max froze, his breath catching in his throat as the shimmering blue notification floated before his eyes. 'SSS rank class!' His mind reeled, the words refusing to sink in. His heart pounded in his chest like a war drum as he reread the notification again and again, hoping it wasn't some cruel glitch or mistake.
+
+"This... this can't be real..." he whispered, his voice trembling. He felt like the ground had been ripped out from under him.
+
+From F to SSS, the class ranks represented the spectrum of strength, potential, and power in this world. F was useless, D was average, and even an A rank was rare enough to grant someone a lifetime of admiration. But SSS? That was a rank spoken of in myths, something most people wouldn't even dare to dream about.
+
+Max had hoped—prayed—for something reasonable. A C rank or even a D rank would have been enough to keep his hopes alive. But this? This was beyond anything he could have ever imagined.
+
+He stumbled back, his legs shaky, and clutched his hands together, his fingers trembling. His mind spiraled as the implications began to sink in.
+
+"SSS rank... I'm at the absolute peak of potential... in the entire world." He clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles whitening as a surge of exhilaration and disbelief coursed through him.
+
+For someone who had always prepared for mediocrity, the realization hit like a tidal wave. A class this rare meant more than strength—it meant destiny. It meant every gate that had been locked before him was now wide open. His path wasn't just cleared; it was golden, blinding, endless.
+
+A nervous laugh bubbled up in his throat, spilling into the silence. "How... how did this happen to me?"
+
+His shock melted into a trembling grin as the gravity of his fortune overwhelmed him. For the first time in his life, Max felt like the world wasn't just indifferent to him—it had chosen him. It had handed him the keys to something extraordinary.
+
+'I was always taught to be content with what I had, to find happiness in whatever life gave me. But this... this changes everything,' Max thought, his fists clenching with newfound resolve. 'With a SSS rank class, settling for anything less than the very best would be a disgrace—to myself, and to the potential this class represents. I can't waste this gift. I won't.'

content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-10.md

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+---
+title: "Chapter 10: Nevin Crowley"
+slug: "ch-10"
+novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
+number: 10
+views: 0
+likes: 0
+wordCount: 1389
+createdAt: "2026-04-13"
+---
+
+"Only he wasn't seen?" Max frowned, a knot of concern tightening in his chest. He couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong—something had happened to him.
+
+William, Zixi, and Henry knew exactly who Nevin was to Max, but none of them offered words of consolation. They understood the harsh reality of dungeon life—death could come for anyone, regardless of their bonds or status.
+
+Max took a deep breath and sighed before turning to William, Zixi and Henry. "Let's clean this battlefield up and enter this building. I believe this building is the way to the boss room in the dungeon."
+
+They nodded and asked everyone to collected all the cores from the battlefield.
+
+After that some cores were distributed to the students who fought desperately against these goblins while some were held by the trio themselves. They also gave a portion of the cores to Max along with the items came dropped from the goblins.
+
+"I suggest we increase our level to level 3 before heading into that structure." Zixi said to Max and William.
+
+"Sure." Max agreed with her before turning to look at all the students gathered around them.
+
+Turning to Zixi, he said solemnly. "I am sure not everyone is needed into the boss room so asked them not to follow us into the building when we are going inside otherwise if they die we couldn't be held responsible for their lives."
+
+Zixi nodded. She had already planned to do that.
+
+"Good. I am going to level up." Max said smiling and requested. "Please, can you make it so that no one follows me there even William and Henry."
+
+Zixi frowned at the sudden request but she nodded nonetheless.
+
+Max smiled and went away from the gathering of students and arrived somewhere far away in an isolated place.
+
+Looking around for one last time and finding no one around him, Max sat down and took out all the cores he had gotten after killing the goblins just now.
+
+"Most of them were level 2 cores while five of them were level 3 cores." He checked the cores and began absorbing them one by one in the hopes of getting to level 3.
+
+But as fate would have it even after he absorbed all the level 2 cores and the five level 3 cores, he didn't level up to level 3.
+
+"Well, I have already knew I wouldn't level up but seeing it turn into reality is cruel." Max sighed and stood up.
+
+He looked into the cloudless green sky and felt a complicated emotion in his heart.
+
+"You can come out now." He said lightly.
+
+But nothing happened.
+
+"I know you have been keeping an eye on me since I met with William and the others so there is no point hiding now." Max said looking towards a certain direction. "I know it's Nevin. Come out now."
+
+Again nothing seemed to happen and most importantly nobody came out.
+
+Seeing that Max sighed and fired a magic bullet towards where he was looking.
+
+Just as the bullet was about to reach that point a figure came out of nowhere and stood before Max.
+
+"How did you know it was me?" Nevin asked with a faint smile, his messy black hair shifting in the wind. His usually drooped eyes seemed darker, almost lifeless.
+
+Max gazed at him, disappointment etched on his face. "I've known from the very beginning. Your timing was too perfect—you appeared just when I lost contact with my sister two years ago. That kind of coincidence is hard to ignore. But back then, I wasn't completely sure."
+
+Nevin's expression darkened, his smile fading. "Then why didn't you question me?" he demanded, his voice rising with every word. "Why did you let me become your best friend? Why did you treat me like a brother? Was everything between us just a joke to you? A game?"
+
+"Haha, a game?" Max's laugh was dry, almost hollow. "You tell me, Nevin. Was it all a lie from the very beginning? What was your motive? Why did you want to get close to me? And most importantly, are you somehow tied to my sister's disappearance?" His voice carried a biting chill as he stared Nevin down.
+
+Nevin lowered his head, clenching his fists.
+
+When he spoke, his voice was a mix of anger and despair. "Why?" he hissed. "Why, even after knowing I'm an assassin, did you treat me like a brother? Like a best friend? Why?"
+
+Max looked at him, his calm demeanor a sharp contrast to Nevin's rage. "Because I wasn't sure," he admitted. "I didn't know if you truly meant me harm. So I let you do as you pleased. Before I realized it, we became friends. Then best friends. And then... brothers."
+
+Max's gaze softened, his voice tinged with melancholy. "When you started coming over to my house, it filled a void I didn't even realize I had. The loneliness of living alone... it disappeared. I treasured those nights we stayed up playing games, sometimes all night in VR. Those were some of the best days of my life."
+
+Nevin's teeth clenched as he tried to process Max's words. "Lie! Everything you say is a lie! You never trusted me, did you?" He spat bitterly. "Was it all just an act? Did you ever truly think of me as your brother?"
+
+Max didn't answer immediately. His silence was louder than words.
+
+"What?" Nevin's voice cracked. "Say something! Tell me the truth before I end this farce!" His eyes burned red with fury.
+
+Max sighed deeply, his expression clouded with conflicted emotions. "It's... complicated," he said, his voice tinged with the weight of the past two years. "In the beginning, I let you do as you pleased because it was clear you wanted to be my friend. I didn't see the harm in it—or at least, I hoped there wasn't any. But there was always a part of me that couldn't ignore the timing of your appearance, the circumstances. Therefore I decided to follow the phrase, 'Keep your friends close, but your enemies closer.'"
+
+He paused, his gaze distant as if replaying the memories. "I thought if I kept you close, I could watch you. That over time, I'd understand your true intentions. Whether you were really a threat... or someone I could trust."
+
+Max sighed when he reached this point. "But in doing that, I let things grow complicated. Too complicated."
+
+"So it's true." Nevin's laugh was bitter and hollow. "You never considered me your brother. It was all a lie."
+
+"No," Max said firmly, shaking his head. "That's not true. Everything we shared—the laughter, the games, the camaraderie—it was all real. I did see you as my brother. I did care for you. But..."
+
+"But what?" Nevin interrupted with rage.
+
+"But I never trusted you," Max said coldly.
+
+Nevin's face twisted in pain and anger.
+
+"I was always cautious," Max continued, unflinching. "Always prepared for a knife in the back. At the academy, I felt safer, but when you stayed over at my house... I couldn't sleep. I spent every night awake, terrified that you'd attack me in my sleep. That is how you staying at my house became both cherished memories as well as a living nightmare for me."
+
+"That's why you always insisted we spend the whole night in VR," Nevin muttered, the realization hitting him like a blow. "You couldn't trust me enough to sleep."𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂
+
+"You left me no choice," Max replied, his tone even. "If I confronted you and you were caught, whoever sent you might send someone worse—a real hunter—to deal with me. And if I was wrong, if you weren't an assassin... I'd lose my brother and my friend. I couldn't risk either. So, I waited."
+
+Nevin gritted his teeth, his emotions a storm threatening to break free. "You were scared of me," he said bitterly. "You kept me close out of fear, not trust. That's what our friendship was built on?"
+
+Max's voice softened, though his gaze remained steady. "It was built on more than that, Nevin. It was built on hope. Hope that I was wrong about you. Hope that you'd prove me wrong."
+
+For a moment, silence fell between them, heavy with the weight of unspoken emotions but it was soon broken by Nevin.

content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-100.md

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+---
+title: "Chapter 100: Battle to Rescue - 1"
+slug: "ch-100"
+novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
+number: 100
+views: 0
+likes: 0
+wordCount: 1333
+createdAt: "2026-04-13"
+---
+
+"Why are they after Alice?" Max’s mind raced as he flew toward the Rune Tower. The question gnawed at him, his thoughts spiraling in a whirlwind of confusion and dread.
+
+He couldn’t fathom the exact reason the Monarch had targeted Alice, but if he had to guess, it had to be connected to his sister.
+
+She had betrayed the Phoenix Order guild for reasons still shrouded in mystery. Now, with the young woman with green hair so adamantly blaming him for Alice’s kidnapping, Max felt a chilling certainty settle over him—his sister had done something deeply unfavorable to the Phoenix Order guild.
+
+Her actions, whatever they were, must have triggered this chain of events, dragging Alice into the crossfire.
+
+’I just hope I’m not late,’ he thought desperately, increasing his flying speed toward the Rune Tower.
+
+He guessed they hadn’t gone far from there, and if anyone were to come for her, there would definitely be some sort of disturbance in the area.
+
+Therefore, as long as he reached that region, he would know her location. But it would all be for naught if he were too late.
+
+However, Max hadn’t gone far when he sensed three figures flying toward him using his Three Dimensional Body skill. They were Allen and the duo of brother and sister with green hair.
+
+Max ignored them, increasing the speed of his Float, Wind Float, and Sky Float skills, distancing himself from them.
+
+But just at that moment, a silver sword came flying toward him.
+
+Max saw the sword with his Three Dimensional Body skill. "Damn, Allen!" he cursed, using his Magic Sword Barrage skill. A sword with a blue glow appeared beside him.
+
+Seeing the silver sword about to hit him, Max used his blue sword to intercept it, sending it flying away.
+
+"Max, I’ve told you! There will be revenge for what you did in the Battle Realm!" Allen’s shout reached Max’s ears.
+
+Max turned his head and saw Allen and the duo had caught up, now just behind him. ’They’re fast,’ he thought, focusing on Allen.
+
+"Why don’t you just admit that the green-haired lady must have offered you another deal?" Max taunted, his voice reaching Allen and the duo. "Let me guess—if you help her capture me, she promised you something, right?"
+
+But no reply came after his words, causing Max to turn his head. It was then that he saw the ugly face of Allen, staring at him with hatred and anger.
+
+"What? Don’t tell me I’m correct?" Max laughed wildly at Allen. He had just joked about the matter to anger him, but who would have thought he’d hit the nail on the head?
+
+"I will kill you!" Allen shouted, his voice filled with rage. He conjured ten silver swords and sent them flying toward Max.
+
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+
+Max sneered as he used his Three Dimensional Body skill to dodge all ten swords, flying in a zigzag pattern—sometimes straight, sometimes curved—but dodging every sword.
+
+"You’ll never catch me," Max laughed as he flew off, not caring for them. His only goal was to find Alice. He didn’t have time for them, otherwise, he’d love to try his hand against Allen and the duo from the Monarch.
+
+"Coward!" Allen barked from behind, trying to provoke Max into fighting, but Max ignored him completely.
+
+’I guess combining the max speed of Float, Wind Float, and Sky Float is way faster than I expected,’ Max mused, seeing how Allen and the duo from the Monarch couldn’t catch up with him after all this time.
+
+Just like that, Max flew toward the Rune Tower, with Allen and the duo from the Monarch on his tail.
+
+Along the way, Allen tried many ways to provoke Max into fighting, but Max didn’t even glance at him. He flew as if no one was tailing him, completely ignoring whatever was happening behind him.
+
+After some time, Max arrived near the Rune Tower and looked around while flying continuously.
+
+Bang!
+
+Just then, he heard the sound of battle coming from somewhere near the Rune Tower.
+
+’Alice!’ Without wasting any time, he flew toward the sound and arrived at the scene. But what he saw stunned him to his core.
+
+An entire chunk of streets, buildings, houses, bars, and more had disappeared, replaced by a deep, pitch-black crater.
+
+In the crater, he saw various figures—some were familiar, while some weren’t.
+
+But what he saw caused the blood inside his body to boil, and rage clouded his eyes.
+
+He saw Alice, held captive inside a red cube. She had her eyes closed, her face pale, and her expression weak.
+
+Seeing her like that, rage built up inside Max. ’No, this isn’t the place to get angry,’ he forced himself to calm down and quickly assessed the situation.
+
+’I need a plan,’ Max thought as his Three Dimensional Body detected Allen and the duo from the Monarch. ’They’ll catch up in a minute or two.’
+
+Aware of their approach, Max quietly backed away from the scene and hid on the roof of a building far from the crater, observing the situation.
+
+At the top of the cube where Alice was held captive, a woman with deep red hair sat with a grin on her face. ’Is this the woman controlling the cube?’ Max wondered as he continued observing.
+
+Beside the cube stood the person he had fought not long ago—Five. He was still wearing his cloak, and like last time, his face couldn’t be seen.
+
+Next to him stood another man with messy black hair and eyes as dark as the abyss. He stood casually with a carefree smile on his face, but after seeing him, Max felt an aura far stronger than what he had felt from Five when he released his level 3 Sword Aura.
+
+Moreover, despite appearing young—around 20 or so—this man’s strength was clearly at level 9 of Adept Rank.
+
+’Who is he?’ Max thought, his expression grim.
+
+They were surrounded by a group of generals from the Union Vanguard and some guild members from the Phoenix Order guild. There were also Lily, Erica and even Elena seemed to be on their side.
+
+Some sort of argument was happening between Anton and the messy-haired man, but since Max was a little far, he couldn’t hear it.
+
+’If they were within the range of my Three Dimensional Body, I’d be able to hear everything,’ Max thought, noticing that Allen and the duo from the Monarch had arrived behind him.
+
+"What? Scared to reveal yourself?" Allen mocked, seeing Max hiding instead of joining the battlefield.
+
+Max gritted his teeth and said, "It’s none of your business."
+
+Allen smiled calmly, looking back at the crater and Alice in the red cube, then at Max. "Ah, I see. You’re afraid they’ll capture you too, so you’re hiding up here?"
+
+"Well, no matter. Let’s capture him fast," the young woman said eagerly, her expression turning strange. "I believe his earlier rise in strength was just a fluke. Nobody could be that strong at level 3 of Apprentice Rank and fight someone in the late stages of Adept Rank. That’s impossible."
+
+She added, "Either he used some kind of treasure, or it’s some skill from his class, so we don’t need to worry about his strength increasing. Such an increase in strength wouldn’t be possible multiple times."
+
+Allen frowned, his expression clouded with doubt. "You’re right. He’s strong for someone in his rank, but fighting someone in the Adept Rank at Apprentice Rank is just crazy. But let me test the waters first."
+
+Five silver swords formed in the air around him as he launched them toward Max.
+
+Gritting his teeth, Max used the Omni Guard skill, and a green sphere of force field enveloped him.
+
+The five swords collided with the sphere, releasing sparks, but they couldn’t break the protective barrier.
+
+"Tch." Clicking his tongue in frustration, Allen conjured another fifteen swords around him and sent them flying toward Max.

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+title: "Chapter 994: Going for KILL!"
+slug: "ch-1000"
+novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
+number: 1000
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+createdAt: "2026-04-15"
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+
+"Tear me apart?" Max’s voice dripped with mockery, his faint smile sharpening into something cruel. His figure blurred with a flicker of lightning and space distortion, reappearing directly in front of Moro before the demon could even blink.
+
+Max’s hand shot forward, gripping Moro’s long black hair tightly in his scaled fist. He yanked the demon’s head back, forcing him to meet his cold, merciless eyes.
+
+"You don’t understand the situation you’ve gotten yourself into, do you?" Max said quietly, his voice calm yet laced with a terrifying edge.
+
+Bang!
+
+Max’s fist drove into Moro’s face, a shockwave bursting outward from the impact. The air rippled violently, stone beneath them cracking apart. Moro’s head snapped back from the blow, his body flung like a doll—but when he steadied himself mid-air, blood only dripped faintly from his lip, his face marred with nothing more than bruises.
+
+Max’s eyes narrowed slightly, surprise flickering in them. "Damn... you really are built for taking a beating, aren’t you?" His tone was half scornful, half genuinely impressed. "That was my full physical strength, and yet... you’re still intact."
+
+He exhaled, his faint smile returning, colder this time. "I guess it’s time to stop playing around."
+
+With a flick of his arm, he tossed Moro’s body aside like discarded trash. Lightning flared faintly as Max extended his right hand, and in it appeared the Blue Dragon Sword, its blade humming with sharp intent.
+
+The world seemed to darken as his aura surged. Around his body, the 3rd level Concept of Severing Sword roared to life, the sheer sharpness so intense it seemed to slice the very air with every flicker. Sparks of lightning burst forth, coiling around him like serpents.
+
+Max’s eyes locked onto Moro, his voice ringing out like thunder.
+
+"First Form of Heaven-Piercing Thunderclap Sword!"
+
+The sword erupted with dazzling power. The 3rd level Concept of Lightning intertwined with the 3rd level Concept of Severing, fusing together into a storm of destruction. When Max slashed, the strike was no mere sword arc—it was a tearing rift of pure lightning, sharp enough to sever essence, blazing enough to illuminate the entire hidden city.
+
+The slash ripped forward, aimed directly at Moro.
+
+"No!" Moro screamed, terror flooding his crimson eyes. Darkness surged desperately from his body, condensing into a massive shield of writhing shadows. The 3rd level Concept of Darkness twisted into a dome of solid black, trembling violently as he poured every ounce of his energy into it.
+
+But it wasn’t enough.
+
+Shhhhk!
+
+The lightning slash crashed into the shield. The severing intent bit deep, shredding the darkness apart like paper. Cracks spiderwebbed across the dome before it shattered completely, the remnants of shadow dissolving into the air. The sword slash pressed onward, merciless, descending straight toward Moro’s chest.
+
+"Master Ballion, save me!" Moro’s roar of despair tore through the battlefield, his pride utterly crushed, his body trembling under the certainty of death.
+
+A cold voice answered him.
+
+"Useless."
+
+In the next instant, Ballion’s figure appeared directly in front of Moro. His hand raised lazily, cloaked in a roiling sea of darkness. His 4th level Concept of Darkness surged forth like a black tide, devouring the air around it.
+
+Boom!
+
+With a casual wave, Ballion’s darkness swallowed Max’s lightning-slash whole. The mighty strike that had torn through Moro’s defenses effortlessly vanished, consumed into nothingness as though it had never existed.
+
+The ground beneath them cracked, the air trembled, but Ballion stood unfazed, his crimson eyes locked on Max.
+
+"I can’t let you kill him," Ballion said, his voice steady, his gaze deep as abyssal night. His presence pressed down like a mountain, a reminder that he was no ordinary foe.
+
+Max’s faint smile twisted into a sneer as he teleported back to President William’s side, his body flickering with arcs of lightning and space distortion. His sword lowered slightly, but the murderous intent in his eyes sharpened like a blade.
+
+"Do you really think you can protect someone I want to kill?" Max’s voice was low, cold, dripping with contempt.
+
+At that moment, his aura surged. The 3rd level Concept of Flames burst to life around him, causing his body to ignite with a terrifying black flames.
+
+Moro’s eyes widened in terror as he suddenly felt the same flames licking at his own body. He looked down—black fire was already devouring his chest.
+
+"Black flames?!" Moro shouted in panic, his aura exploding outward. His 3rd level Concept of Darkness surged to life, shadows wrapping tightly around his body as he tried to snuff out the fire. But the moment his darkness touched the black flames, something horrifying happened.
+
+The flames didn’t vanish.
+
+They fed on the darkness.
+
+His shadows dissolved like dry leaves in acid, fueling the flames until they blazed hotter, fiercer, spreading faster across his body. And if one looked carefully, faint streaks of purple fire flickered between the black tongues of flame, pulsing ominously as if another, deeper power lay hidden within.
+
+"No! NO!" Moro screamed, slapping at his chest in panic, summoning more and more darkness, only to see it devoured instantly. The more he resisted, the faster the flames spread. His arms, his legs, his torso—every inch of his body began to blaze.
+
+In moments, Moro was engulfed in an inferno.
+
+"Master Ballion! HELP ME!" Moro’s voice cracked, filled with unbridled fear. The arrogance, the pride, the cruelty—gone. What remained was raw desperation as his body turned into a living torch.
+
+Ballion’s crimson eyes darkened, his expression twisting in frustration. Just a moment ago, he had spoken with cold certainty: "I can’t let you kill him." And now this human—this boy—was defying him, right in front of his face, burning Moro alive with flames he couldn’t comprehend.
+
+’This human...’ Ballion’s frown deepened as his aura surged. He moved quickly, summoning his 4th level Concept of Darkness. A tidal wave of shadows enveloped Moro, wrapping him in a dome of pure abyssal energy.
+
+The ground cracked beneath the pressure as the darkness crushed down, aiming to smother the black flames completely.
+
+But when the smoke cleared, Ballion’s eyes widened.
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+The flames burned brighter.

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+title: "Chapter 995: Battle between Divine Rank experts"
+slug: "ch-1001"
+novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
+number: 1001
+views: 0
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+wordCount: 1078
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+---
+
+The darkness hadn’t extinguished them. It hadn’t even slowed them. His concept—his proud, perfected 4th level darkness—was ignored as though it were nothing. The black and purple flames consumed the shadows hungrily, feasting on them and growing even stronger.
+
+Moro shrieked, his voice raw, desperate, animalistic. "MASTER BALLION! HELP ME!"
+
+Ballion’s face twisted. He tried again, pouring more power into his darkness, wrapping layers upon layers around Moro’s form. But the result was the same—every strand of darkness dissolved instantly, feeding the inferno until Moro’s figure was nothing but a blazing silhouette.
+
+"No... this is impossible..." Ballion muttered, his crimson eyes widening in shock. "My concept... can’t put it out?!" He forced more darkness forward, frantic now. Again. And again. But each attempt failed. The flames ignored him utterly, as if his power didn’t even exist.
+
+"AGGGHHHHH!" Moro’s screams tore through the battlefield, high-pitched and pitiful. His body thrashed violently, his demonic aura collapsing as the flames devoured him. Skin blackened, muscles tore apart, his horns cracked and crumbled.
+
+The stench of burning flesh filled the air.
+
+Finally, with one last scream, guttural and broken like a pig being butchered, Moro’s entire body collapsed into ash. His cries ended abruptly as the black-and-purple flames consumed every last trace of him, leaving nothing behind—not flesh, not bone, not even a shadow. Only silence.
+
+The hidden city stood frozen.
+
+A demon genius, a proud child of the abyss, had been burned to nothing in front of their eyes. And worse—the flames that killed him had defied even Ballion’s power.
+
+Max lowered his hand slowly, black flames still flickering around his scales, his faint smile cold and merciless. His eyes locked on Ballion’s crimson gaze.
+
+"Protect him?" Max sneered, his voice quiet but cutting. "Looks like you couldn’t."
+
+But inside, his mind churned violently. ’Those purple flames... Ashes of Insight devoured Moro’s memories while I burned him. What I saw...’ His stomach twisted. The knowledge he had torn from Moro’s dying soul left him rattled. The demons’ true intentions, their ties to the Ascendants, the object they sought in Acaris—it was darker than anything he had imagined.
+
+Ballion’s crimson eyes locked onto him. His face appeared calm, almost expressionless, but the fury burning within was unmistakable. His voice rumbled low, like thunder before the storm.
+
+"You really shouldn’t have killed Moro. He was my only disciple."
+
+Max only shrugged, the faint smile never leaving his face. "What can I say? He was a demon. I’m a human. I had to kill him." He leaned forward slightly, sneering. "Besides, that piece of shit was too weak. It’s his fault he died."
+
+The taunt landed like a blade in the chest. Ballion’s façade cracked, his calm composure twisting into pure rage.
+
+BOOM!
+
+All around him, the 4th level Concept of Darkness exploded outward, enveloping him like an endless abyss. His aura spread like a tide of midnight, swallowing light, devouring air, smothering sound. The city itself seemed to fall silent under its suffocating weight.
+
+President William immediately reacted. With a wave of his hand, his 4th level Concept of War surged, pushing Max away. A barrier of pure battle intent swept him toward Elder Liam’s side.
+
+"Stay back, Max," William said, his tone grave. His eyes narrowed, locking on Ballion. "This is my battle."
+
+Max skidded to a halt beside Liam. His fists clenched as his instincts screamed to stay, but he knew—William stood on a level of battle no one else here could match.
+
+---
+
+Ballion’s body rippled as tendrils of darkness wrapped around his limbs, condensing into black, armor-like constructs. His muscles swelled, enhanced by shadows, his claws lengthening into blades sharper than steel. Each step he took cracked the ground beneath him.
+
+He vanished into the darkness and reappeared before William, his clawed hand slashing down.
+
+Slash!𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢
+
+A blade of condensed darkness, sharper than the sharpest sword, tore through the air. But William didn’t flinch. His body glowed faintly with golden runes as his War Concept roared around him. He raised his arm, catching the strike with his bare forearm.
+
+BOOM!
+
+The ground erupted beneath them, but William stood firm. His fist cocked back.
+
+Bang!
+
+His punch slammed into Ballion’s chest, sending the demon skidding backward. But Ballion twisted, anchoring himself midair, his black aura boiling.
+
+Dozens of spears made of pure darkness erupted around him, their tips gleaming like fangs. With a roar, he hurled them all at William.
+
+The air screamed.
+
+But William didn’t falter. His legs bent, his aura coiled, and then he kicked upward. His shin met the first spear, shattering it. His fists blurred, his body spinning, each motion flowing into the next. He used nothing but his body—legs, fists, shoulders, even his knees—to smash through every spear of darkness. Each strike roared with War Intent, each blow carrying the weight of countless battlefields.
+
+Ballion snarled. He condensed his darkness into whips, lashing them outward, splitting into dozens of serpents of shadow that coiled around William. But William simply tore them apart with brute strength, his body blazing with golden light.
+
+The fight raged across the city. Ballion darkened the skies, manifesting giant constructs—a colossus of shadow wielding a great hammer, chains of darkness that rattled like ancient prisons, even spikes erupting from the earth. Each construct bore the power of the 4th level Concept of Darkness, bending reality around them.
+
+But William met them all with his body alone. His fists shattered the hammer. His legs broke the chains. His shoulders smashed through the spikes. Every movement he made was raw, primal battle—every strike honed by a concept that glorified conflict itself.
+
+The clash between the two shook the world.
+
+’This...!’ Max was shocked. He never seen Divine Rank experts fought before and so everything he was seeing right was a great experience for him.
+
+Ballion’s fury only grew. Darkness surged around his body again, hardening into plates of black armor. His arms bulged, empowered further by shadow as his claws became monstrous, jagged scythes. He blurred forward, slashing at William in a relentless barrage—dozens of strikes per second, each one powerful enough to bisect a mountain.
+
+William met him blow for blow. Fists, elbows, knees—his body moved like an unstoppable storm, tearing apart the darkness with raw strength. Each impact rang out like thunder, shaking the city to its core. Golden war intent burst with every strike, clashing against the abyssal darkness in showers of sparks that illuminated the battlefield like falling stars.

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+title: "Chapter 996: Five Forms of War"
+slug: "ch-1002"
+novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
+number: 1002
+views: 0
+likes: 0
+wordCount: 1011
+createdAt: "2026-04-15"
+---
+
+The ground beneath them had long since collapsed, replaced by a crater large enough to swallow a city block. Shockwaves rolled outward with every clash, toppling walls, leveling towers, and blasting debris into the air like meteors.
+
+At one point, Ballion leapt back and raised his arms, summoning an ocean of darkness above his head. The tide poured down like a black tsunami, threatening to drown the entire city.
+
+William only smirked grimly. Planting his feet, he punched upward once. Just once.
+
+BOOOOM!
+
+The golden war aura exploded from his fist, piercing the ocean of darkness like a spear of sunlight, tearing a hole straight through it. The tide split apart, dissipating into nothing but smoke.
+
+Ballion stared in disbelief as William landed, dust rising around him. His war aura blazed brighter than ever, the raw intent of conflict shattering everything in its path.
+
+Every attack Ballion unleashed—constructs, waves, chains, claws, even his enhanced body—was met and torn apart by William’s fists and legs alone. It wasn’t just power; it was mastery. Each strike carried the accumulated experience of countless battles, the will of war itself embodied in flesh.
+
+The city shook. The earth split. Shadows and light devoured each other in a ceaseless storm.
+
+And for the first time in centuries, Ballion—the Demon Master—was forced onto the back foot.
+
+The battlefield was a ruin of shattered stone and broken towers. The hidden city itself groaned as if it could no longer bear the clash between President William and Master Ballion. The two titans stood apart now, dust and ash swirling between them, golden war intent clashing endlessly with abyssal darkness.
+
+Ballion’s chest heaved. His armor of shadow flickered faintly, cracks showing where William’s fists had struck him again and again. Never before had he been pressed like this by a human. His crimson eyes narrowed, and for the first time, the sneer on his face slipped into something colder, sharper.
+
+"You... are stronger than I imagined." His voice echoed like rolling thunder, deep and resonant. "I did not think a human could force me this far but just so you know I am the weakest of the weakest Demon Master among the demons. If defeating me makes you use your full strength, then I feel pity for your human race."
+
+William’s expression didn’t change. His aura surged higher, golden light radiating from his body. "Your words don’t matter, demon. You’ll fall here like the rest of your kind."
+
+Ballion’s lips curved into a grim smile, fangs flashing. "Then you leave me no choice."
+
+He spread his arms wide, his darkness roaring higher than ever before. The shadows around him condensed, trembling as if struggling to contain the sheer force within. The air thickened, heavy and suffocating, crushing weaker beings to their knees.
+
+Even Elder Liam and Elder Owen staggered backward, their faces pale as they felt the overwhelming surge.
+
+"I did not think..." Ballion’s voice grew louder, reverberating through the ruined city. "...that I would need to use this move against a mere human."
+
+His body expanded as the darkness wrapped tighter around him, not as armor, but as essence—shaping into a grotesque, towering form. His horns lengthened, twisting upward like jagged blades. His claws glistened sharper than obsidian, dripping with condensed shadow. His skin glowed with faint, runic etchings, ancient demonic marks pulsing with otherworldly light.
+
+Above him, the darkness twisted into a colossal vortex, a black sun radiating malice and despair. From it, countless tendrils lashed down like spears, writhing and coiling as if alive. The city trembled as the vortex expanded, threatening to swallow everything.
+
+"This technique was meant only for gods and kings..." Ballion’s roar shook the heavens themselves. "Abyssal Eclipse!"
+
+The black sun flared, and from it poured rivers of pure darkness. Blades, chains, whips, and monstrous claws all surged downward, merging into a tidal wave of annihilation. The sky itself seemed consumed, the horizon gone, replaced by endless black.
+
+Even the Black Lotus Guild elders cried out, shielding themselves. The oppressive power was suffocating, too much even for most Divine Ranks to withstand.
+
+But William didn’t flinch.
+
+His golden aura burned brighter, standing tall against the abyss. His fists clenched, the runes of war blazing along his arms. His voice was steady, filled with the will of a man who had never bent to fear.
+
+"So, you finally show me your strongest move." William’s eyes hardened, like a warrior who had seen countless battlefields and never once yielded. "Then let me answer you... with mine."
+
+He lowered his stance, war intent crackling violently around him. His body became a sun of golden battle force, ready to unleash the Five Forms of War.
+
+William stepped forward, every motion radiating boundless war intent. His fists glowed brighter, and with a roar he declared:
+
+"Five Forms of War—The Divine Beasts! - First Form – Fist of the Azure Dragon!"
+
+William’s right fist shot forward, wrapped in golden aura that twisted into the majestic outline of an enormous azure dragon. Its roar shook the heavens as it coiled around his arm and tore into the darkness. The dragon’s maw clamped onto one of the massive shadow chains, ripping it apart before devouring a portion of the abyssal tide.
+
+Ballion growled but thrust out his claw, condensing his 4th level Darkness Concept into a blade-like slash. The clash split the sky. The dragon shattered, but so too did Ballion’s claw.
+
+The city buckled beneath the impact.
+
+"Second Form – Fist of the White Tiger!"
+
+William’s left fist followed, golden war intent twisting into the form of a ferocious white tiger. Its stripes burned with lightning-like radiance, its claws extended as it pounced forward. With a deafening roar, it ripped through the descending spears of darkness, scattering them like broken glass.
+
+Ballion bellowed, stomping the ground. A shadow avatar surged behind him, forming a monstrous beast of darkness with jagged fangs. It clashed with the tiger, ripping at its golden aura. The two beasts devoured each other, darkness and light annihilating in a storm of sparks.
+
+Still, William pressed forward.

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+title: "Chapter 997: Conclusion"
+slug: "ch-1003"
+novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
+number: 1003
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+
+"Third Form – Fist of the Vermilion Bird!"
+
+William spun, his body igniting with blazing war intent. His fist launched upward, cloaked in fire that birthed a vermilion bird of immense wingspan. The bird screamed as it soared through the sky, wings ablaze, slicing through the abyss above.
+
+The Vermilion Bird slammed into the Abyssal Eclipse itself, burning away a chunk of the swirling black sun. The flames illuminated the ruined city for the first time since Ballion had darkened it.
+
+But Ballion roared in defiance, his claws condensing into a spear of pure abyssal energy. He hurled it through the bird’s chest, scattering its flames. Though diminished, the Abyssal Eclipse endured.
+
+"Fourth Form – Fist of the Black Tortoise!"
+
+William’s stance shifted lower, his aura thickening like iron. When he punched forward this time, a massive black tortoise manifested, its shell shimmering with unbreakable light. Water surged around it like tidal waves, reinforcing the shell as it charged through Ballion’s abyssal tide.
+
+Ballion’s eyes narrowed. "You think your turtle will save you?!" He condensed his darkness into a colossal hammer and swung it down with earth-shattering force.
+
+BOOOOM!
+
+The tortoise’s shell cracked but did not shatter. The hammer dissolved into fragments of shadow. William’s punch carried through, slamming into Ballion’s chest directly, sending the demon skidding backward, his armor of darkness fracturing.
+
+Ballion coughed blood, rage boiling in his crimson eyes. For the first time, his stance faltered.
+
+"Fifth Form – Fist of the War God!"
+
+The golden war aura around William condensed into pure brilliance, so bright it forced even demons and Direkins to shield their eyes. His fist rose slowly, gathering every ounce of intent, every battlefield, every scar of conflict he had ever endured.
+
+Behind him, for a heartbeat, all four divine beasts shimmered together, coiling into his arm—Azure Dragon, White Tiger, Vermilion Bird, and Black Tortoise—all merging into a single colossal figure.
+
+And then that figure transformed, becoming something greater.
+
+A colossal War God silhouette rose behind William, towering into the sky, its fists clenched like the heavens themselves were bracing for impact.
+
+"War God’s Judgment!" William roared as he brought his fist down.
+
+The punch split the air, reality itself distorting under its weight. The shadow tide was torn apart instantly. The Abyssal Eclipse cracked like fragile glass. Ballion’s darkness screamed, writhing as the fist bore down on him.
+
+Ballion’s eyes widened in true fear. He tried to muster every last ounce of his abyssal power, his body swelling, his claws lashing desperately. Darkness surged in torrents, forming layers upon layers of barriers.𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖
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+But they broke.
+
+One.
+
+Two.
+
+Three.
+
+Every defense shattered beneath the unstoppable advance of the War God’s Fist. Ballion was forced to his knees, blood streaming from his mouth, his body cracking under the pressure.
+
+"No... impossible!" he roared, his voice breaking.
+
+The War God’s fist descended further, its golden brilliance drowning the entire city in light.
+
+And then—
+
+Fwoooooooom!
+
+A blinding beam of golden light pierced the heavens, descending faster than thought. It enveloped Ballion’s body just as the War God’s Fist was about to strike him directly.
+
+In an instant, Ballion’s figure was consumed, pulled upward into the sky, vanishing within the divine radiance.
+
+The War God’s Fist struck the ground instead, shaking the entire city into ruin, leveling what remained of the hidden structures.
+
+When the dust settled, Ballion was gone. Only silence, rubble, and the echo of William’s strike remained.
+
+"What was that golden light?" Max asked aloud, his eyes narrowing as his Three Dimensional Body swept through every corner of the city. He turned toward Thunder Lord Xander and Tower Lord Mathew, intent on questioning them—only to freeze.
+
+They were gone too.
+
+Not a trace remained. His Three Dimensional Body scoured deeper, searching for footprints, aura remnants, even the faintest distortion in space—but there was nothing. Their existences had been erased from the battlefield as though they had never been there.
+
+Max’s jaw tightened. "They vanished... completely."
+
+President William’s aura slowly receded, the overwhelming weight of his War Concept dimming until only a faint golden glow remained. His chest rose and fell heavily, but his eyes remained calm and calculating. He looked at Max with deep solemnity.
+
+"If I am not wrong," William said, his tone heavy, "a teleportation has been used from a place very far from here. The golden light was no mere rescue. It was a spatial transfer, one powerful enough to locate them, lock onto their positions, and whisk them away instantly."
+
+Max’s eyes widened slightly. "That level of teleportation...?"
+
+William’s expression darkened further as he shook his head. "I did not know such a level of teleportation rune still existed in our world. To pinpoint exact locations across vast distances without any prior coordinates... that technology was lost in the great war ten thousand years ago."
+
+His voice dropped lower, grave. "And yet... someone just used it."
+
+A silence fell over the ruined city, the weight of his words pressing heavier than the rubble around them.
+
+Max’s fists clenched at his sides. "President William," he said firmly, his tone almost urgent. "I have information about the demons."
+
+His mind raced with what he had pulled from Moro’s memories with the Ashes of Insight. If what he saw was true, then the demons’ plans were far worse than anyone imagined. He couldn’t hold it in. He had to let William know.
+
+But William raised a hand. His voice was steady, absolute. "That can wait."
+
+His gaze shifted to Elder Liam, who stood not far away. "Liam, see if you can gather their memories using the Memory Crystals. Every Direkin, every fallen one—no matter how broken. I want their last thoughts, their last visions extracted. Also, assemble a team immediately to map the entire layout of this city. Every rune, every hidden path, every underground chamber. Leave nothing unchecked. I want everything on my desk within two days."
+
+"Yes, President." Elder Liam bowed his head and immediately began issuing orders to the Hunters who had arrived at the edge of the battlefield. Teams spread quickly through the ruined streets, collecting corpses, shattered runes, and memory fragments.
+
+William then turned his attention to Elder Owen and the elders of the Black Lotus Guild, his gaze sharp but respectful. "Elder Owen, I believe you and your companions understand how urgent this situation has become. The appearance of Direkins alone was troubling, but now... demons have shown themselves. The Middle Domain stands on the brink of something far darker."
+
+He paused, then continued with deliberate weight in his voice. "I know your Black Lotus Guild’s history stretches further back than even my Hunter Association. Your records hold truths long forgotten by others. That is why I request your presence at the meeting I am convening a week from now in my headquarters. All Seven Overlord Forces will be present."
+
+The words struck like a declaration of war. A meeting of all seven overlords was not something called lightly—it was the signal of an era-shaking event.
+
+Elder Owen, his black robe still smoldering faintly with remnants of battle, nodded gravely. "I understand. This is no longer a matter of guilds or alliances. It concerns the survival of the entire Middle Domain." He bowed his head slightly. "I will convey this message to Lord Elijah."
+
+William’s expression didn’t shift, but his eyes hardened further. "Good. Then we prepare for what comes next."

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+title: "Chapter 998: Long talk with President William"
+slug: "ch-1004"
+novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
+number: 1004
+views: 0
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+wordCount: 1028
+createdAt: "2026-04-15"
+---
+
+The night was heavy and silent. The moonlight filtered weakly through the glass panes of the Hunter Association Tower, casting pale silver streaks across the dark oak furniture of President William’s office. The room was filled with the faint scent of ink, parchment, and steel—a soldier’s quarters, not a bureaucrat’s.
+
+Max sat in one of the tall chairs opposite William’s desk, his figure relaxed but his eyes sharp. Across from him, President William leaned back, exhaustion visible in the heaviness of his shoulders, though his aura of war never seemed to fade completely.
+
+The lamp on his desk flickered with a dim flame, casting long shadows across the shelves lined with scrolls and ancient tomes.
+
+"So," William exhaled, rubbing his temples before fixing his eyes on Max, "what is it you’ve been wanting to tell me? For the past few hours, I’ve felt your intent but..." His voice faltered with a sigh, tone carrying a rare note of apology. "With how things turned out in the hidden city, I could not spare a moment. I had to organize the clean-up, command the retrieval teams, and prepare the reports for the other forces. As President of the Hunter Association... every matter tied to demons or Nulls falls upon me. I cannot ignore them."
+
+His eyes softened slightly. "I am sorry, Max."
+
+Max smiled faintly, shaking his head. "President William, you don’t need to apologize. You’re doing your duty. Nothing more, nothing less."
+
+Inwardly though, he was restless. The memories he had torn from Moro’s soul still burned in his mind—visions that kept replaying, gnawing at him. He had wanted to tell William the moment they returned, but he also knew some things couldn’t be rushed.
+
+William’s golden eyes narrowed with seriousness, his tone hardening. "Good. Then let us waste no more time. First, tell me everything that happened in that hidden city. Every detail. Leave nothing out, no matter how small or strange. This concerns not only the Middle Domain..." His jaw tightened. "...but our entire world of Acaris."
+
+The room grew heavier at his words.
+
+Max inhaled, then nodded. "Alright."
+
+He began from the start. His voice was steady, recounting step by step to the finest detail.
+
+William listened without interruption, his brows furrowing deeper with every detail. His fingers drummed once on the desk, but his expression never wavered.
+
+Max’s tone darkened further as he continued. "And there’s more. President... the demons are not alone this time. From Moro’s memories and from what I heard from Tower Lord Mathew, I learned the truth. The demons have already allied themselves with the Ascendants. They have been united for who knows how long. Their war ten thousand years ago never ended—it was merely delayed. And now, they are moving again."
+
+The words lingered like a poison in the air.
+
+President William’s aura flickered violently, the golden runes of war lighting faintly on his skin. His gaze grew colder than steel, his voice low and grim. "Demons and Ascendants... together."
+
+He leaned back in his chair, his brows furrowed so tightly it looked as if they might never untangle. His voice was heavy, filled with a bitterness he rarely showed.
+
+"This is bad. Demons alone are enough of a headache and now Nulls too?" He sighed. "These demons were freely operating in the Greenwood Region of the Middle Domain," he muttered, almost as if speaking to himself, "and we had no idea about it."
+
+Then his face grew darker still, his tone sharper. "This makes me concerned about one matter... If the Void Soul Tower and Thunder Monarch Hall are truly linked to demons, then what about the other forces? Are there more? Could there be others among the great powers colluding with them?" His golden eyes narrowed, reflecting both suspicion and dread. "If even one force can be infiltrated so deeply, then nothing stops there from being others."
+
+Max fell silent, his mind replaying the words Tower Lord Mathew had spoken before. Finally, he raised his head. "I heard something directly from Mathew himself," Max said quietly. "He told me... that the foundation of the Void Soul Tower wasn’t collusion. It wasn’t a temporary alliance."
+
+His voice grew heavier with each word. "The demons built it. Them, and the Thunder Monarch Hall. They created those two forces themselves, as a way to plant their roots in the Middle Domain. Not just to spy, but to carve out a base where they could freely operate, waiting for their time."𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖
+
+President William’s breath stilled. His expression turned unreadable, but his golden aura pulsed faintly, betraying his shock. Silence stretched in the room, heavy enough to crush air.
+
+Finally, William’s voice returned, low and solemn. "That... would explain too much. Their strange movements. Their growth patterns. It all makes sense."
+
+He exhaled heavily, then leaned forward, his gaze locking on Max like a blade. "So, what was it? The matter you were so desperately trying to tell me about? What truth did you uncover?"
+
+Max’s expression shifted at once. His usual faint smile vanished, replaced by solemnity so grave it chilled the room. His shoulders stiffened, his voice low but clear.
+
+"It’s about why the demons invaded our world in the first place."
+
+William’s composure cracked instantly. His expression twisted, cycling between disbelief, shock, and fury. His knuckles dug into the desk, the wood groaning under the pressure of his grip. He stood up so suddenly the chair behind him scraped loudly across the floor.
+
+"You know?" His voice thundered through the office, though it carried more desperation than anger. "What is it? Tell me! What do they want?! Why are they here?! What could they be searching for in Acaris all this time?" He stepped closer, his golden aura flaring unconsciously, eyes blazing with desperate eagerness.
+
+Max didn’t flinch, though the weight of William’s presence pressed on him like a mountain. He spoke slowly, deliberately, so there would be no mistake in his words.
+
+"I know because of my flames." His eyes darkened, a faint flicker of black and purple fire flashing in them. "I have a class ability... one that lets me absorb the memories of anyone I burn alive."

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+title: "Chapter 999: True Origin Devil Blood"
+slug: "ch-1005"
+novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
+number: 1005
+views: 0
+likes: 0
+wordCount: 1069
+createdAt: "2026-04-15"
+---
+
+William froze. His eyes widened slightly, then narrowed as memory flashed in his mind—the scene of Moro screaming, burning alive, consumed by Max’s black and purple flames.
+
+"You don’t mean..." he muttered, voice rough with realization. "When you burned that demon... Moro..."
+
+"Didn’t that demon, Master Ballion, say it himself? That the demons were after something that fell into our world a very long time ago?" Max leaned forward slightly, his tone sharpened. "Guess what? In Moro’s memories, I saw what that thing was. It isn’t a weapon, nor some artifact, nor a hidden world. It’s a drop of blood. Just a single drop of blood that fell into Acaris countless ages ago. That drop is what the demons are after."
+
+President William’s eyes narrowed, his breathing hitching faintly.
+
+Max continued, his voice solemn and unhurried. "They call it True Origin Devil Blood. Or simply, Devil Blood. According to them, this is the reason they invaded our world ten thousand years ago. This is the reason they fought humanity, the reason they tore their way through our ancestors. Even now, after so many years, they are still searching for that one drop of blood." He clenched his fist on his knee. "And if Moro’s memories are anything to go by, they will stop at nothing until they find it."
+
+For a long moment, silence hung heavy. The oil lamp flickered, shadows stretching across William’s hardened face.
+
+"...A drop of blood," President William muttered, his brows furrowed deeply. "True Origin Devil Blood." He repeated the term slowly, as though trying to weigh its meaning against the endless records in his mind. His expression turned grave, almost conflicted. "As far as the records of the Hunter Association go, we have kept every trace of history tied to demons and Nulls, every war, every anomaly. Yet... there has never been mention of this blood. Not once."
+
+His voice lowered, carrying the edge of unease. "If it truly exists, then it is something far older than our records, perhaps even older than the sealing war itself."
+
+Max’s gaze darkened further. "And that means the demons aren’t just wandering blindly. They know something. They’ve waited for ten thousand years, hidden in shadows, rebuilding forces, planting seeds like Void Soul Tower and Thunder Monarch Hall, all for this one thing. This one drop of blood."
+
+William’s golden aura flickered faintly again as he sank into thought, the room trembling faintly with his presence. Finally, he raised his head. "If there is any force in the Middle Domain that has knowledge about such a thing... it would be the Four God Nation." His voice was steady but filled with gravity. "They are the oldest and deepest-rooted power that exists. Even older than the Hunter Association. If knowledge of such a drop of blood survived anywhere, it would be with them."
+
+Max’s eyes flickered, sharp as lightning. "What about the Four God Nation, then? Are they doing anything about the demons or not?" His voice carried a cutting edge, almost accusatory. "The appearance of demons isn’t a small matter. It concerns the entire world. And if they’re the strongest force on this planet, then shouldn’t they already be acting?"
+
+President William leaned back in his chair, his golden eyes dimmed with exhaustion, yet his aura still carried the weight of command. "I have already informed the Four God Nation of this matter," he said slowly, his tone grave. "But I have yet to receive any word from them. No reply. No movement." His brows furrowed faintly, but he hid the rest of his thoughts behind a calm exterior.
+
+’I wonder... will they directly call the Sovereign Conference because of this?’ William thought silently, the possibility both exciting and terrifying. If the Sovereign Conference was held, it meant the matter had escalated to the highest stage of urgency, a gathering of powers so rare it had only been convened a handful of times in recorded history.
+
+Breaking his thoughts, William turned his eyes back to Max. His expression softened, becoming uncharacteristically solemn. "Max, the information you’ve provided just now is invaluable. It isn’t just another report or discovery—it is a key that could change the very direction of our war against demons."
+
+He rose to his feet suddenly. And to Max’s surprise, President William bowed deeply. "For this," he said firmly, his voice steady and sincere, "I, as the President of the Hunter Association, am deeply grateful to you."
+
+Max’s eyes widened. He moved quickly, stepping forward to stop the man. "President William, what are you doing? Please—stand! Don’t bow to me. It’s my responsibility as a human to help the human race. Nothing more. I only did what I had to."
+
+William shook his head, but he straightened slowly. His face, however, remained serious, his tone heavier than before. "No, Max. You don’t understand the weight of what you’ve given me. For centuries we have fought demons and Nulls, always reacting, always defending. We never truly understood why the demons came, what they wanted from us, what drove their endless invasions."
+
+His hands clenched into fists, a rare glimmer of heat in his eyes. "But now we know. Now, with this knowledge, we no longer need to be passive. We can finally take the war to them."𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺
+
+The room seemed to tremble faintly as his aura surged, his conviction blazing through.
+
+Max nodded, his expression calm but his mind agreeing wholeheartedly. This information—about the True Origin Devil Blood—truly changed everything. For the first time in ten thousand years, humans had a piece of the puzzle.
+
+"Alright, you can go now," William said after a long silence, his aura finally receding back into his control. His tone shifted back into command. "I have already begun handling the matter of the Void Soul Tower and the Thunder Monarch Hall. Their betrayal won’t be allowed to continue unchecked."
+
+His gaze hardened. "As for you... lay low for now. With how brightly you’ve been shining, you are no doubt marked as a target. The demons will have placed you squarely in their kill list. Don’t make it easy for them."
+
+He added, his voice firm, almost stern. "And one more thing, Max—don’t tell anyone else about the information you learned from the demons. Not your friends, not even your allies. The fewer who know, the safer you and the human race will be. This must stay sealed until the right time."

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+title: "Chapter 1000: Lady Divine"
+slug: "ch-1006"
+novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
+number: 1006
+views: 0
+likes: 0
+wordCount: 1094
+createdAt: "2026-04-15"
+---
+
+Max nodded quietly, the weight of William’s words settling on him. "Understood."
+
+He turned and left the President’s office, the heavy wooden door shutting behind him with a final thud.
+
+Outside, Elder Liam was already waiting. His expression eased into a rare smile when he saw Max. "You did well back there," Liam said, placing a hand on his shoulder. "And... thank you. If not for you, even I wouldn’t have uncovered that hidden nest."
+
+Max returned the smile, his tone genuine. "No, Elder Liam. If not for your timely intervention, I might have already been dead in that place." He bowed slightly. "I owe you my thanks."
+
+Liam shook his head, chuckling. "We’ll call it even then."
+
+After exchanging a few more words, Max finally departed. His figure disappeared into the distance, leaving the Almond Region behind. The weight of secrets, the shadows of demons, and the looming threat of war followed him as he made his way back toward the Great Ruler Empire.
+
+’I hope Lenavira is fine...’ Max thought as he stepped out of the Battle Cube in the Great Ruler Empire. The city’s familiar golden towers and marble streets were almost soothing after the chaos of the hidden city, but his heart did not allow him peace. His steps were swift, carrying him directly through the palace corridors until he reached the chamber that had been prepared for Lenavira.
+
+His hand pressed against the door, and with a deep breath, he pushed it open.
+
+Inside, four figures awaited him.
+
+The first, as expected, was Lenavira, lying pale and still upon the silken bed. Her once-bright hair was now a dull, ashen grey, and her skin carried the dark hue of her cursed transformation. Even in her slumber, her body was curled tightly, as if she were resisting unseen torment.
+
+By her side stood Princess Lyra, her emerald eyes widening the moment Max entered. Relief washed across her face, softening the tension she had carried in her shoulders.
+
+Next to her was Emperor Hermes.
+
+The final figure was someone unfamiliar. An elderly woman, her long bright-blue hair flowing like silk down her back, eyes sharp yet gentle, like a healer who had seen centuries of suffering. Her presence gave off a strange familiarity, though Max could not immediately place why.
+
+As Max stepped in, all three turned toward him.
+
+"You are finally here," Lyra said softly, her voice carrying relief. She had already been informed of what had transpired in the Greenwood Region—the demons, the Direkins, the hidden city. To see Max standing there, alive and unscathed, eased a weight she had been holding since his departure.
+
+Max’s eyes immediately moved to the bed. His chest tightened at the sight of Lenavira. "How is she?" he asked, his voice low, filled with concern.
+
+The old woman took a step forward, her sharp eyes narrowing slightly as she examined Lenavira again. "She is still in her Dark Elf form," the woman said matter-of-factly. "Something traumatic must have happened to her—something so severe it forced her bloodline to plunge into this state. And from what I can see..." she shook her head, "...she has fallen far too deep."
+
+Max’s expression darkened, his fists clenching slightly. His voice was steady, but a faint tremor of desperation underlined it. "Is there any way she can be helped?"
+
+The old woman’s lips curved into a faint smile, calm and confident. "That’s where I come in, boy."
+
+She straightened her back, her aura faintly flickering—not the aura of a warrior, but of someone who commanded vast experience and knowledge. "I am a doctor, a rune specialist, and much more besides. I’ve treated countless rare afflictions, strange bloodline backlashes, and cursed states in my life. This little elf may look lost to her darkness, but..." she turned to look at Lenavira again, her eyes softening for the first time, "...I have ways to awaken her from this state. Leave her to me for a few days, and you will see her return."
+
+Max let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. He nodded, though his expression remained tight. "Her name is Lenavira," he said softly, then his sharp gaze returned to the old woman. "And you are?"
+
+Lyra’s voice rang sharply, snapping through the quiet chamber. "Max, don’t be rude. She is Lady Divine."
+
+Max froze mid-step, his eyes widening slightly. ’Lady Divine...?’
+
+The name alone carried a weight that pressed against the air. If one were to ask who was the most mysterious figure in the entire Middle Domain, there was only one answer. Lady Divine.
+
+She was a legend wrapped in flesh—whispers about her circulated in every sect, clan, and empire. Some said her healing arts could bring a man back from the brink of death, even when his body was nothing more than shattered bone and blood.
+
+Others claimed she had deciphered the ancient language of runes left behind by the ancients, creating some of the strongest defensive formations still used today. The protective domes employed by great cities, the immortal rune-barriers guarding sects—all were said to be her works. And her mastery didn’t stop there.
+
+It was said she was unmatched in the Path of Soul, a domain few dared to tread, much less conquer. Rumors even called her the "Mother of Souls," though none had ever dared speak that title to her face.
+
+And most astonishing of all—she was ranked 5th in the Sun Rankings, making her one of the top five strongest beings in the world.
+
+Max’s chest tightened. He had expected Emperor Hermes to pull strings, but for him to invite her...? Lady Divine rarely responded to the summons of even the Seven Overlord Forces. Her very presence in this room was enough to tilt the balance of fate.
+
+Max immediately bowed deeply, his tone respectful and solemn. "Max greets Lady Divine, and I am truly grateful that you are willing to look into this matter."
+
+The old woman chuckled lightly, her blue hair shimmering faintly in the lamplight. Despite the endless depth hidden in her gaze, her smile carried a warmth that disarmed the heart. "Haha, no need for such formality, little lad."
+
+She waved her hand as if brushing aside the weight of his respect. Then her tone sharpened slightly, though still kind. "If you don’t mind, I’ll be staying in this room for a few days to examine her thoroughly."
+
+Her eyes shifted back to Lenavira’s curled form on the bed, scanning every detail with terrifying precision. "I want no disturbances whatsoever while I’m working. Understand?"

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+title: "Chapter 1001: Pawns of the Demons"
+slug: "ch-1007"
+novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
+number: 1007
+views: 0
+likes: 0
+wordCount: 1241
+createdAt: "2026-04-15"
+---
+
+"Of course," Max said without hesitation, his nod firm. "Do as you please."
+
+"Good." Lady Divine’s tone turned commanding, even though her smile lingered. Her gaze flicked briefly at the two young figures before her. "You two little kids, get out. I wish to speak with Hermes alone."
+
+Lyra glanced once at Max. Max glanced back. Neither of them spoke, but the exchange was clear—they both felt the weight of Lady Divine’s presence and knew better than to linger.
+
+Without further hesitation, the two turned and stepped out of the room, the heavy door closing quietly behind them, leaving Lady Divine and Emperor Hermes alone in the chamber.
+
+The atmosphere in the chamber shifted the moment the heavy door closed behind Max and Lyra. Silence lingered, broken only by the faint rustle of Lenavira’s shallow breathing. Lady Divine moved closer to the bed, her blue hair shimmering under the dim lantern light as her fingertips hovered above Lenavira’s body.
+
+Faint runes flickered into existence along her hand, reading the subtle flows of energy within the elf girl.
+
+Her face darkened. "Her condition is very serious," Lady Divine said gravely. "And more troubling... I sense infernal energy inside her body."
+
+Hermes, who until now had remained silent, stiffened immediately. "Infernal energy?" His brows knit, his usually calm features tightening.
+
+Lady Divine’s eyes never left Lenavira as she continued, her tone steady but heavy. "If I am not wrong, there are two reasons she underwent her Dark Elf transformation. The first is that she came into contact with infernal energy somewhere. That energy tapped into her inner darkness, forcefully drawing out her suppressed nature and leading her to transform into a Dark Elf."
+
+Her voice sharpened. "Infernal energy is pure corruption—raw darkness, the very opposite of mana. While mana nourishes and balances, infernal energy consumes, erodes, and amplifies what should remain hidden. It drags out the worst in someone. For elves, their darkest reflection is the Dark Elf. That is why this girl turned into this state."
+
+Hermes frowned deeply, his eyes flashing with concern. "But how could she have come into contact with infernal energy at all? Wasn’t it always said that infernal energy can only be found in one or two isolated caves in the Middle Domain?"
+
+He leaned forward, his tone firm. "And even then, only those who had the insignia etched on their palms could wield it in controlled amounts. This elf is from the Middle Domain, just like that Max boy. Do you mean to tell me she found a way to those caves and got corrupted?"
+
+Lady Divine finally turned to him, her gaze sharp as a blade. Slowly, she shook her head. "No. That is not it." Her voice dropped lower, filled with conviction. "From what I can sense, the infernal energy within her is not old—it is recent. This corruption was not accidental. Someone deliberately infused her with infernal energy, knowing full well what it would do to her bloodline. I am certain of it."
+
+Hermes’ expression hardened instantly, his regal aura flickering like a brewing storm. "Someone... intentionally corrupted her? Why? What possible purpose would such cruelty serve?"
+
+"That," Lady Divine replied calmly, "is for you to find out. My work is to heal. The reasons... the enemies behind this... that is a burden that falls upon rulers like you." She shifted her hand slightly, the runes on her palm glowing brighter as they pressed against Lenavira’s chest. "But this is no small matter. Corrupting an elf to the level of forcing them into their dark state requires mastery, resources, and knowledge that few in this world should possess."
+
+She finally came to the main topic for which she made Max and Lyra left them alone. "If I am not wrong, then a small force of demons is secretly operating within each of the Seven Overlord Forces of the Middle Domain. They may be small in number—a duo, a single infiltrator, or even an entire hidden cell—but they are there. Quiet. Patient. Following orders."
+
+"What?!" Hermes was shocked. "Are you absolutely sure?"
+
+Lady Divine did not flinch. Her blue hair shimmered faintly as she met his gaze with unshakable calm. "I am," she said simply, her tone firm and absolute. "And don’t ask me how I know what I know. Some truths... are not meant to be explained." Her words carried the weight of centuries, a kind of certainty that could not be challenged.
+
+Hermes’ expression turned grim, the disbelief giving way to a heavy, suffocating solemnity. His jaw tightened, and his fists curled at his side. "This matter..." his voice lowered, the weight in it far more dangerous than before, "...is more serious than I ever imagined."
+
+The thought alone made his chest tighten. If what Lady Divine said was true, then hidden beneath the grandeur of the Great Ruler Empire—his empire—there had been demons or their pawns moving unseen, perhaps for generations. Operating under their noses, infiltrating, weaving themselves into the cracks of human power... and they had known nothing.
+
+Lady Divine’s gaze lingered on Lenavira for a moment longer, her fingers tracing a glowing rune in the air before letting it dissolve. Her eyes then shifted back to Hermes, sharp as blades, her voice steady and commanding.
+
+"I don’t know how you will do it, Hermes," she said firmly, "but I want them alive."
+
+Hermes’ brows furrowed slightly.
+
+"The pawns," Lady Divine clarified. "The infiltrators the demons have planted within your Great Ruler Empire. No matter their rank, no matter how well hidden they are, I want them brought to me alive. Dead bodies will tell me nothing. But living vessels—" her gaze deepened, her voice dropping to a chilling calm, "—I can tear their memories apart, layer by layer, until every last secret spills out."
+
+Hermes clenched his fists at his sides, golden sparks of his imperial aura flickering faintly in the room. His instincts as ruler screamed at him to march into the Empire that very instant, to root out the rot that had slithered into his foundations.
+
+He had crushed armies, quelled rebellions, broken traitors... but to think demons had been planted under his very nose for gods knew how long—it clawed at his pride like fire.
+
+"Alright," Hermes said at last, his tone heavy but resolute. His eyes shone with determination, though beneath it burned barely-contained fury. "I will find them. I will bring them to you. Every last one of them."𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖
+
+Lady Divine’s expression softened only a fraction. "Good. You understand the importance, then. These pawns are not just spies—they are threads leading back to the demons themselves. Pull hard enough, and the entire fabric of their schemes will unravel leading straight to the demons."
+
+Hermes exhaled, steadying his aura. He wanted nothing more than to begin cleansing his empire right now, but he knew—this would not be easy. If they had remained undetected all these years, then they were masters of disguise, patient hunters lurking in silence.
+
+Lady Divine broke his thoughts. "Now, go." She waved a hand dismissively, though her tone held no malice. "I will focus on stabilizing this elf girl for the next few days. When I am done, I will give you answers. But for that, I need quiet. I need focus." Her eyes sharpened again. "And Hermes—remember to call that Max boy back into this room."
+
+Hermes inclined his head. "As you wish." With those words, he left the room.

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+title: "Chapter 1002: Lady Divine’s Solution"
+slug: "ch-1008"
+novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
+number: 1008
+views: 0
+likes: 0
+wordCount: 1041
+createdAt: "2026-04-15"
+---
+
+Max walked down the corridor, his steps heavy with unease. Emperor Hermes had just informed him that Lady Divine wanted to see him alone. He pushed the door open to his chamber, where the faint scent of herbs and glowing runes filled the air. Lenavira still lay curled on the bed, her breathing shallow, while Lady Divine stood beside her with her hands clasped behind her back, eyes sharp and unreadable.
+
+The moment Max stepped inside, her voice cut through the silence. "I’ve found out what caused her to fall into the Dark Elf state."𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺
+
+Max froze in place, his brows furrowing. "What?" he asked quickly, curiosity and dread knotting his chest.
+
+Lady Divine’s gaze shifted from Lenavira to him. Her next words were calm but heavy. "Infernal energy."
+
+The name alone made Max tremble unconsciously, as if a chill had passed down his spine. His heart skipped a beat.
+
+"Infernal... energy?" His voice lowered, his expression darkening visibly. "How could it be infernal energy?" His mind raced, disbelief flashing in his eyes. "In the Middle Domain, that’s nearly impossible! There are only a few caves in the Lower Domain where traces of infernal energy exist, and even then, one has to be marked with the infernal demon tattoo just to wield the smallest portion. How could she—?" He broke off, shaking his head. "This doesn’t make sense."
+
+Lady Divine sighed lightly, her expression grave. "From what I can sense, this was no accident. Someone intentionally did this to her. They forced infernal energy into her system, corrupting her bloodline until it dragged her into her dark self. That is what triggered her transformation."
+
+Max’s fists clenched at his sides as his gaze turned solemn. ’Someone... intentionally?’
+
+His mind replayed the scene of Lenavira in that cursed city, chained by the Void Soul Tower. His voice came out low, tight with anger. "Could it have been the Void Soul Tower? When I found her, she was their prisoner. Did they do this to her?" But even before that she was in her dark elf form.
+
+Lady Divine shook her head slightly. "That, I cannot confirm. But regardless of who did it, the truth remains: if the infernal energy remains in her, it will consume her completely. Even as we speak, it’s spreading slowly through her meridians, corrupting her from within." Her face deepened with seriousness. "To save her, I must purge the infernal energy out of her body. But that process..." she sighed, "will take time. Days, perhaps months."
+
+Max hesitated. His gaze flickered to Lenavira’s still body, then back to Lady Divine. His voice dropped, low but steady. "Infernal energy doesn’t affect me."
+
+Lady Divine blinked, her brows rising faintly.
+
+Max continued, his tone solemn. "I can devour it. If there’s a way, tell me how to draw it out of her. I’ll consume every trace of it myself to help her."
+
+For a rare moment, Lady Divine’s composed face cracked with surprise. "What?!" She looked at Max, her sharp eyes scanning him intensely as if to confirm his words. Then, slowly, her lips curved into a knowing smile, and she gave a small nod. "No wonder."
+
+"No wonder what?" Max asked, confused.
+
+"No wonder I felt something familiar toward you from the moment I saw you," she said softly, her eyes glimmering with recognition, though she didn’t elaborate further.
+
+Before Max could press her for answers, Lady Divine lifted her right hand. At once, her pale skin darkened, turning a deep crimson shade as if blood itself had come alive under her flesh. A suffocating aura erupted, filling the chamber. Dark red steam hissed from her palm, spreading in all directions, twisting the very air itself.
+
+Max’s eyes widened, his heart pounding. His body stiffened in shock. The aura rolling off her was unmistakable. "Infernal... energy?" he muttered, his voice tinged with disbelief.
+
+Lady Divine’s hand pulsed with it—controlled, refined, and stable, as though it were no different than mana.
+
+Max stepped back, unable to stop his shock. "You... You can control infernal energy?" His voice was incredulous. "How? How is that possible?"
+
+"I could ask you the same," Lady Divine replied with a faint, knowing smile, her sharp eyes glinting like stars hidden in the depths of a night sky. "But let’s not go down that route. Some questions... are better left for later."
+
+Max frowned lightly, still unsettled, but said nothing.
+
+Lady Divine turned her attention back to Lenavira. Her voice became calm yet commanding, each word laced with authority. "Currently, the infernal energy has completely intertwined with her mana channels. They are fused so deeply that if I try to forcefully rip them apart, her meridians will collapse. That would cripple her strength forever." She looked at Max firmly. "So, I will separate them using a rune formation. When I succeed, you will step in and extract the infernal energy. Can you do that?"
+
+Max’s eyes hardened. He nodded without hesitation. "I can."
+
+"Good." Lady Divine’s lips curved faintly, the seriousness in her expression softening by a fraction. With a wave of her hand, the chamber filled with light as countless runes unfolded into the air like blooming flowers of golden ink. They floated, humming, before weaving together into delicate circles that surrounded Lenavira’s body.
+
+Max’s gaze sharpened as he studied the scene. Three massive rune formations anchored the smaller ones, acting like pillars that drew the runes into harmony. Their glow wrapped around Lenavira like a cocoon of shifting symbols.
+
+He recognized none of them. Not a single rune. And that realization hit him harder than expected. ’I know runes. I’ve studied them. I can create them... But compared to this... my knowledge is nothing.’
+
+The sheer intricacy of her control left him speechless. She was weaving them in real-time, adding and removing strokes as though sketching on invisible paper, adjusting angles like one tuning the strings of an instrument. Each rune that vanished collapsed into light.
+
+Each rune that appeared shifted the entire formation, aligning it with absolute precision. It was like watching someone rearrange the stars.
+
+The work dragged on for hours. The only sounds in the room were the low hums of the formations, Lady Divine’s faint breaths, and Lenavira’s fragile heartbeat.

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+title: "Chapter 1003: Lady Divine’s Warning"
+slug: "ch-1009"
+novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
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+---
+
+Max stood unmoving, absorbing every detail with his Three Dimensional Body, committing each moment to memory. ’Eye-opening... this is on a level I could never even imagine before.’
+
+Finally, Lady Divine’s expression sharpened. The runes flared with brilliance. Her voice rang clear. "At the count of three, the infernal energy will separate from her mana. That is when you strike."
+
+Max stepped closer, his hand already hovering above Lenavira’s trembling frame. His Unholy Trinity Physique pulsed within him, veins glowing faintly as he prepared himself.
+
+"One," Lady Divine called, her fingers snapping another rune into alignment. The air thickened as pressure grew.
+
+"Two," her tone deepened, the runes brightening as if they were straining against invisible chains.
+
+"Three!"
+
+The formations flared blindingly, and Lenavira’s body jerked violently. A dark red mist—the unmistakable stench of infernal energy—tore itself free of her mana veins, writhing like a living parasite.
+
+Max acted instantly. His hand pressed above her chest, the black and purple flames of his physique roaring into life. The infernal energy screamed silently as it was devoured into his palm, vanishing without resistance into his body, where it was annihilated completely.
+
+The air quieted. The runes flickered once, then dimmed.
+
+Lady Divine let out a long, measured breath. Her eyes shifted to Max—and what she saw made them narrow with intrigue. He hadn’t even flinched. No burn, no pain, no rejection. He absorbed infernal energy like it was nothing.
+
+"It’s done," she said at last, dispersing the formations with a single wave.
+
+Max immediately turned toward Lenavira, his voice quick and hopeful. "Is she healed?"
+
+Lady Divine chuckled softly, shaking her head. "Of course not, silly boy. This was only the first step." She sat back slightly, her tone patient yet stern. "Right now, all her mana has been completely exhausted from the separation process. Her meridians are weak and empty. For her to recover even a fraction of her strength in this unconscious state, she will need at least a full day of rest."
+
+Max’s shoulders sank a little, but he kept listening.
+
+Lady Divine’s gaze hardened again. "And remember—this isn’t a one-time cure. The infernal energy in her is deeply rooted. We must repeat this process every day, carefully separating and extracting it piece by piece. It may take months before her body is completely free of corruption."
+
+Max’s brows furrowed tightly, a faint crease forming on his forehead. "That long?" he muttered, his voice carrying a trace of frustration.
+
+Lady Divine’s expression didn’t waver. Her tone, calm but edged with the weight of experience, cut through his impatience. "You don’t know how dangerous infernal energy truly is." She folded her hands behind her back, her blue hair shimmering faintly in the glow of her runes. "Those who are corrupted by it—most never live long enough to see another sunrise. And those who do survive... lose their minds. They become shells of themselves, consumed by madness."
+
+Her gaze shifted back to Lenavira, softening slightly. "Lenavira’s case is... different. She is an elf. When elves are corrupted by infernal energy, they do not simply die or go insane—they fall into their Dark Elf state. It is a natural reaction of their bloodline, a last resort that allows them to live, even if it means being enslaved to darkness. That is why she still breathes. And let me be clear, boy—it is almost impossible to bring anyone back once infernal energy has its claws in them."
+
+Lady Divine’s voice lowered, but its gravity deepened. "Only I—someone with years of experience in handling infernal energy—can attempt this. Without me, she would have been lost already."
+
+Max’s lips pressed into a hard line. He exhaled slowly, nodding in acknowledgment. ’She’s right. If not for her, Lenavira might never recover.’
+
+Lady Divine turned toward him, her eyes serious but not unkind. "Here is what will happen. I will come to your room every morning at ten o’clock without fail. Each day, we will separate and extract a portion of the infernal energy from her. I have placed her in a sleep rune formation that will keep her unconscious, stable, and safe."
+
+Her hand moved faintly, and Max noticed a faint shimmer around Lenavira—layer upon layer of runes glowed like translucent veils. "Alongside that, I’ve woven protective formations that will guard her body and soul while replenishing her exhausted mana. Let her rest, Max. That is the only way she can heal."
+
+Max bowed deeply, his voice steady. "Thank you for healing Lenavira."𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞
+
+Lady Divine chuckled lightly, shaking her head. "No need to thank me. You may not realize this, but her case benefits me as well. There is much to learn from fighting against infernal corruption—it sharpens my craft." Her gaze then sharpened, her tone turning firm, almost warning. "But since we are speaking honestly, allow me to give you advice."
+
+Max straightened, his eyes narrowing slightly as he listened.
+
+"Never show your infernal energy to anyone in the Middle Domain," Lady Divine said, her words carrying a chilling weight. "Keep it locked within you, hidden as your deepest, darkest secret. If word spreads... not even I could protect you from the storm it will bring. Humans fear what they don’t understand—and demons hunt what they recognize as dangerous."
+
+Her eyes gleamed faintly as she added, "And another matter—this entire Middle Domain is shifting. The winds of chaos are rising. For your own sake, I would advise you not to step outside the Great Ruler Empire for now. You are currently the most talked-about figure in the Middle Domain—the boy who exposed demons, fought Direkins, and survived when others could not, the genius with the strongest potential, one who slaughter countless geniuses in the secret domain. Fame is not always fortune, Max. Right now, it makes you a beacon of target. Stay low. Stay quiet. And use this time to grow."
+
+Max inhaled deeply, then nodded. Her words rang true. He could almost feel the weight of unseen gazes watching him from the shadows. ’I’m already marked. After everything, demons won’t let me go. Staying quiet is the smartest move... until I’m strong enough to shatter anyone who comes for me.’
+
+His expression turned solemn. "I understand. I’ll lay low... but I’ll keep getting stronger."
+
+Lady Divine’s lips curled into the faintest smile, her eyes carrying both mystery and approval. "Good. That’s what I wanted to hear."
+
+After her final words of warning, Lady Divine excused herself from the chamber, leaving Max alone with Lenavira. He sat at her bedside until late into the night, his mind turning over every fragment of what he had just learned.

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+title: "Chapter 101: Battle to Rescue - 2"
+slug: "ch-101"
+novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
+number: 101
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+wordCount: 1293
+createdAt: "2026-04-13"
+---
+
+With the addition of 15 more silver swords attacking the protective sphere, sweat began to appear on Max’s face as he found it difficult to hold on.
+
+"I guess this is his limit," the young woman said calmly, turning to Allen. "Break the shield."
+
+Allen smiled and added ten more silver swords. With a total of 30 swords attacking the protective sphere, cracks began to appear on the surface of the shield like spider webs until it shattered like a mirror.
+
+Max was blown by the impact, his body sent flying toward the red cube where Alice was held captive.
+
+"Moron! You sent Max to Veylin Draegor!" the young woman cursed Allen, seeing the direction Max was flying. "He was my target, not his."
+
+Allen frowned, sensing something amiss. He believed his swords had the power to destroy the shield, but to actually blast Max away like a broken kite was something he hadn’t expected.
+
+’I guess this is normal for someone in the Apprentice Rank,’ he thought, dismissing it.
+
+---
+
+On the battlefield, Veylin smiled at Anton’s question and said, "The Monarch doesn’t care about you, your guild, or anything in the East Region. If it weren’t for my father wanting to upgrade his rank to Master Rank first, he would have started the war long ago."
+
+He added with a smirk, "He believes that only when someone reaches the Master Rank—something no human on Valora Continent has ever done—would he be worthy enough to conquer the entire continent."
+
+"And you want Alice because she possesses the Legendary Phoenix Flames?" Anton asked, his expression dark.
+
+Veylin sneered. "Correct. You don’t need to know the details. Just know that my father wants Phoenix Flames and any other powerful flames out there in the world."
+
+Anton’s face turned ugly, and his form began to release level 2 Flame Aura. But before he could attack, a blast of energy drew everyone’s attention.
+
+They all turned to see a figure flying toward them.
+
+"Who is this fool?" The lady sitting atop the cube laughed.
+
+Veylin also smiled, seeing that, but he noticed the figures of the two young men and the young woman in green on the roof from where Max had been blasted. "They’re here too," he muttered, smiling.
+
+Only Five remained expressionless, his face hidden beneath his cloak.
+
+"Max…" Anton frowned, his eyes narrowing. Upon noticing Allen with the duo from the Monarch, he understood that the Blades were indeed working with the Monarch.
+
+"He’s coming your way," Veylin said to the lady sitting atop the cube. He pondered for a moment before continuing, "Since he’s coming your way, just keep this kid with Alice."
+
+The red-haired lady shrugged. "I was planning to do the same."
+
+She floated in the air and controlled the cube, moving it toward Max’s trajectory.
+
+’She wants me in there?’ Max’s mind raced as he considered many scenarios and decided to go with the flow for now.
+
+His first task was to rescue Alice, and if he couldn’t get close to the cube trapping her, then everything he had done would be for naught. What better way to get close to her and the cube than by being trapped inside with her?
+
+’This is stupid, but I hope it works,’ Max weighed his options and decided to take the gamble.
+
+Ultimately, he collided with the red cube, but instead of a solid impact, he passed into it as though dropping into the ocean.
+
+"What is this?!" Max shouted once he was fully inside and came to his senses.
+
+"Hehe, kid. You’re in for a long ride," the red-haired lady said, smiling at Max.
+
+"What? What’s going on here?" Max asked, pretending to be clueless.
+
+Just then, Allen, along with the green-haired brother and sister, landed near them.
+
+"Abby, who is this kid? Is he Max Voidwalker?" Veylin asked, his eyes narrowing.
+
+Abby, the green-haired girl, nodded, her expression dark. She had wanted to take credit for capturing Max on her own, but she had failed.
+
+Veylin glanced at her, then at Max, before looking at the red-haired lady. "Jessica, give me a drop of his blood."
+
+"Hmm," Jessica nodded, focusing on the cube. Suddenly, a needle manifested from one of the cube’s faces.
+
+"What are you trying to do?" Max crawled back in fear, but there was only so much space in the cube for two people.
+
+As a result, he couldn’t escape from the needle and was stabbed in the hand. But nothing happened.
+
+"You have tough skin, I see," Jessica smiled as she stabbed Max again, with much greater force this time.
+
+Blood flowed out of his skin, traveling toward the other end of the cube, where part of the cube transformed into a small vessel that contained the blood.
+
+’What is their intention?’ Max became curious and watched closely. If it was anything bad, he had infused some essence of his black flames into the blood.
+
+If anything dangerous occurred, he would burn the blood completely to ashes.
+
+Meanwhile, Anton remained calm but not as restless as before. He understood that defeating the enemy was impossible, so his plan was still to rescue Alice first.
+
+For that, he needed help from someone of equal strength to the enemies. He had already called for reinforcements, and it was only a matter of time before they arrived.
+
+The only problem was that they had to come from inside the dome, where the stronger monsters were trapped. So, it could take some time for them to arrive.
+
+Therefore, whatever was happening in front of him worked in his favor, either way.
+
+"We’ll know if this kid is truly a Voidwalker, like Freya Voidwalker or not…" Veylin chuckled as he held the vessel of Max’s blood and took out a small cylindrical container filled with blood.
+
+He turned to Max, Anton, and all the generals present before him. "I don’t have to say what this thing is, right?" he asked, looking at everyone. "I’m just as curious as everyone here. Is this kid really the brother of the infamous Freya Voidwalker? I guess we’ll find out soon." He sneered.
+
+Max’s eyes flashed as he understood their intention. ’If I burn my blood here, they’ll know. Unlike last time, they’re putting my blood in a cylindrical container.’ He felt conflicted about the situation but decided again to do nothing.
+
+’Whatever. If my identity as Freya Voidwalker’s brother is revealed, then so be it,’ Max resolved. It would be discovered sooner or later anyway.
+
+Veylin then dropped the blood from the vessel into the cylindrical container, where it mixed with the blood inside. A moment later, the container glowed with blue light, causing an ugly expression to appear on Veylin’s face.
+
+Some generals who understood what the cylindrical container was supposed to do also gasped in shock.
+
+"He isn’t the brother of Freya Voidwalker!" Veylin threw the container and the vessel to the ground in anger.
+
+"What? He isn’t?" Abby, the green-haired young woman, was surprised and turned to Allen with questioning eyes.
+
+"Don’t look at me," Allen shrugged. "The location you provided and the family situation… only he met the criteria."
+
+Abby frowned at his words. While capturing Max and Alice was one of their side goals, they had expected to finish the job easily. But it seemed they would have to settle for capturing only one of them.
+
+"He isn’t a Voidwalker…" Anton sighed in relief. If Max had been a Voidwalker, he didn’t know what he would have done.
+
+The most surprised person was Max himself. He was dumbfounded by whatever test Veylin had conducted. ’Are they mistaken?’ Max was sure he and Freya were blood-related. There was no doubt about it.
+
+But then who could explain this situation?

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+title: "Chapter 1004: Sovereign Conference"
+slug: "ch-1010"
+novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
+number: 1010
+views: 0
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+---
+
+The very next morning, precisely at the tenth bell, Lady Divine returned. She didn’t waste time with pleasantries. The room filled once more with shimmering golden runes as she set the formation, separating the vile threads of infernal energy that clung to Lenavira’s body.
+
+At the moment of separation, Max extended his hand, his Unholy Trinity Physique roaring to life as he devoured the poisonous mist into his own body without hesitation. The energy burned faintly in his veins before vanishing into nothing, swallowed whole by his strange constitution.
+
+Lady Divine studied him each time with an unreadable look in her eyes, as if the boy before her was a puzzle even she couldn’t solve.
+
+This process repeated itself the following day. And then the day after.
+
+Day after day, morning after morning, Lady Divine arrived at Max’s quarters. She wove her runes with divine precision, separating infernal energy thread by thread, while Max absorbed the corruption into himself with terrifying ease.
+
+She always lingered for a short while afterward, speaking to him briefly about cultivation, about secrecy, sometimes about runes. But she never explained the familiarity she claimed to feel toward him. Then she would leave, vanishing like a wisp of smoke.
+
+And so the days stretched on.
+
+Within a month, this ritual had become almost routine. Lenavira’s complexion was still dark, her hair still grey, but her breathing had stabilized, her presence no longer flickering like a candle about to be snuffed.
+
+Max felt relief each time he sensed her aura grow even a fraction stronger.
+
+But outside his room, the world was far from calm.
+
+In the span of that same month, the Hunter Association had struck like a thunderclap. Under President William’s command, they unearthed demon spies hiding within the Seven Overlord Forces themselves. Quiet, patient infiltrators who had wormed their way into the deepest cracks of power were dragged into the light.
+
+The announcement shattered the fragile calm of the Middle Domain.
+
+The people had only just begun to reel from the revelation that Thunder Monarch Hall and Void Soul Tower were not merely traitors but demon-founded factions. That alone had been enough to send shockwaves across forces, empires, and guilds.
+
+But when word spread that even the other five Overlord Forces harbored demons in their ranks—no longer as open rulers but as spies—the atmosphere turned suffocating.
+
+Markets went quiet. Streets filled with whispers. Families barricaded themselves indoors. Panic and paranoia spread like wildfire. If demons could be anywhere, even in the highest forces of the Middle Domain, then what of the smaller forces? The minor guilds? Who could be trusted?
+
+Guild leaders turned on each other. Rumors of purges and interrogations filled the air. Armies were mobilized, but not against outside enemies—against their own ranks, searching desperately for infiltrators.
+
+The Middle Domain teetered on the edge of chaos.
+
+And through it all, Max remained within the Great Ruler Empire, keeping his head low as Lady Divine advised, quietly growing stronger each day as he devoured infernal energy bit by bit from Lenavira’s body. He knew the world outside was shifting. He could feel the weight of countless eyes turning toward him—both human and demon.
+
+But for now, his focus remained on the girl lying unconscious on the bed. ’Hang on, Lenavira. I’ll pull you out of this, no matter how long it takes.’
+
+Another month passed quietly for Max within the Great Ruler Empire, though the world outside only grew louder, heavier, and more restless. Each day he followed the same routine—Lady Divine arriving at the tenth bell, runes flaring as infernal energy was separated, his Unholy Trinity Physique swallowing the corruption whole, and Lenavira’s body slowly stabilizing—but the news reaching the empire’s towers was far from stable.
+
+And then came a thunderclap of news that rippled across every guild, clan, and force in the Middle Domain.
+
+The Four God Nation—the oldest, most mysterious, and most revered of all powers—announced they would be holding the Sovereign Conference in four months’ time.
+
+The moment the announcement spread, it shook the Middle Domain to its very core.
+
+The Sovereign Conference was not like the countless guild gatherings, political councils, or trade alliances that dotted the Middle Domain. No. This was something infinitely greater, something etched into the very history of their world.
+
+It was the highest assembly of power, called only by the Four God Nation itself, and it was convened only when the fate of the entire world hung in balance. For most experts, the Sovereign Conference was nothing more than legend, something spoken of in awe. Some even lived and died without seeing one convened.
+
+Records showed that the Sovereign Conference had only ever been called a handful of times in all of history—each marking a calamity of world-ending proportions.
+
+Way before Ten thousand years ago, it had been called during the first invasion of the demons, when humanity, elves, beastkin, and even ancient spirits gathered under one banner to repel the tide of destruction.𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦
+
+Ten thousand years ago, it was called once more during the Era of Collapse, when the heavens cracked and Ascendants descended in force, threatening to turn Acaris into their colony.
+
+And now, after long silence, the Four God Nation declared that the Sovereign Conference would be held again.
+
+Forces across the Middle Domain trembled.
+
+The Sovereign Conference was not merely a meeting—it was a summons. When the Four God Nation called it, every major power was compelled to attend. To decline, or to ignore the summons, was to openly defy the will of the Four God Nation, a crime that was equal to treason against humanity itself.
+
+The purpose of the Conference was twofold. First, to share information—to pool every secret, every whisper, every discovery, so that nothing remained hidden when the entire world was threatened. Second, to form unity—to decide who would lead, who would follow, what forces would act, and what sacrifices would be made.
+
+In essence, it was when the Middle Domain’s divided giants finally sat at the same table and spoke with one voice.
+
+And this time, that voice would have only one subject: the demons.

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+title: "Chapter 1005: Leveling Chamber"
+slug: "ch-1011"
+novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
+number: 1011
+views: 0
+likes: 0
+wordCount: 1018
+createdAt: "2026-04-15"
+---
+
+Max sat cross-legged within the Dimension of Time, a pocket realm where seconds stretched into days, and days could be bent into weeks if he willed it. The air shimmered faintly with the distortion of slowed time, every breath echoing louder, every strike of his sword trailing long arcs of intent.
+
+Sweat rolled down his temples as he practiced the new techniques he had recently acquired from the Great Ruler Empire—intricate sword forms that merged with his concepts, new lightning technique and a flame technique.
+
+Between each motion, his mind wandered. His lips moved slightly, muttering to himself.
+
+"Sovereign Conference..." The words slipped out in a low tone, heavy with thought.
+
+He paused, wiping sweat from his brow as his gaze drifted across the dim horizon of his private dimension. ’The Sovereign Conference will be held in four months’ time. And yet, isn’t that the same period as the Four God Nation Genius Conference?’ His brows furrowed. ’Will they cancel it? Or merge the two?’𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶
+
+He exhaled slowly. ’With the situation as dire as it is, gathering the younger generation might be deemed pointless... unless... unless they want to test us against what’s coming.’
+
+The thought lingered, weighing on him even as he resumed training.
+
+---
+
+Outside his dimension, the second month slipped by completely. Max kept to his routine, splitting his time between training, absorbing infernal energy from Lenavira under Lady Divine’s guidance, and occasionally speaking with Emperor Hermes and Lyra about the chaos unfolding across the Middle Domain.
+
+The world was unraveling, but in his chamber, the only war was the silent battle to save Lenavira.
+
+By the dawn of the third month, Max noticed a change. Lenavira’s aura, once unstable and drowning in corruption, had begun to steady. There was a faint purity returning to her mana. Each day she seemed less fragile, less like a candle about to burn out.
+
+Lady Divine smiled faintly after one of their purification sessions, the runes around Lenavira fading as the infernal energy dissipated into Max’s hand. "With this month’s work, her system should finally be cleansed. The infernal energy is almost gone."
+
+Max’s shoulders relaxed a fraction, relief flickering in his chest. Still, his gaze lingered on Lenavira’s figure—her grey hair, her blackened skin, the lingering aura of darkness that clung to her like a curse. "Will that... help her completely?" His voice betrayed his worry. "Will she return to normal? Back to her elf form?"
+
+Lady Divine sighed softly, shaking her head. Her tone was honest, not cruel. "We will have to wait and see. Cleansing her body of infernal energy is only the first battle. What remains is her spirit—and her bloodline. Sometimes, the scars left by corruption do not fade so easily."
+
+Max’s jaw tightened, but he nodded slowly. ’Even if it takes longer... even if I have to do this for years, I’ll see her through.’
+
+And so the cycle continued. Day by day, rune by rune, Lady Divine separated the corruption, and Max devoured it into his strange physique. Each morning at the tenth bell, the ritual repeated without fail.
+
+The days bled into weeks, the weeks into months.
+
+Outside, the Middle Domain descended further into chaos.
+
+With plenty of free time on his hands—Lady Divine visiting only once a day at the tenth bell—Max spent the rest of his hours cultivating and training relentlessly.
+
+He devoured cores one after another, the mana burning through his meridians like rivers of molten fire before being refined into pure strength by his black flames.
+
+At the same time, he drilled the new techniques he had acquired in the Great Ruler Empire, weaving them into his swordsmanship, body refinement, and movement arts. The more he trained, the more he felt the barrier of his rank thinning.
+
+It wasn’t long before he knew the truth. He was on the verge of breaking through to Legend Rank.
+
+But instead of excitement, a headache settled in his chest.
+
+’If breaking through to Champion Rank caused that much chaos... then what about stepping into Legend Rank?’ Max remembered vividly how heaven and earth themselves had stirred during his last ascension.
+
+The phenomena, the pressure, the fluctuations—it had drawn countless eyes. And now, in the Middle Domain, where every force was on edge, where demons lurked in shadows, and where his name was already too bright... another public breakthrough would be as good as painting a giant target on his back.
+
+He scowled in frustration, tossing aside the empty core. ’But I can’t stop here. Not now. The world is burning. Demons are moving. I need strength, no matter what.’
+
+In the end, Max went to Princess Lyra for counsel. If anyone within the Great Ruler Empire could advise him, it was her.
+
+Her response, however, was so simple it almost stunned him.
+
+"Why are you so troubled by this?" Lyra tilted her head, her emerald eyes glimmering with amusement. "Most experts in the Middle Domain prepare for months before they advance beyond Master Rank. It’s not just about stockpiling resources—it’s also about where they choose to ascend."
+
+Max frowned. "Where?"
+
+Lyra smiled faintly, as if humored by his ignorance. "A Leveling Chamber, of course. Haven’t you heard of them?"
+
+Max shook his head slowly, and she sighed softly, as though explaining to a child. "Leveling Chambers are specially prepared sanctums. They’re like miniature worlds, sealed and reinforced with formations that mirror the laws of the outside world. Unlike secret domains, which have different rules and environments, Leveling Chambers are exact replicas of the real world. Which means when you break through there, heaven and earth won’t broadcast your ascension to the entire realm. Everything stays contained."
+
+Max’s eyes widened slightly. ’So that’s the trick...’
+
+"Every major force has them," Lyra continued. "And naturally, the Great Ruler Empire, being one of the Seven Overlord Forces, possesses many. They are reserved for geniuses and high officials who cannot afford their ascensions to be exposed." She looked at him pointedly. "Like you."
+
+Max exhaled in relief, a small smile tugging at his lips. ’So there really is a way to hide it.’

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+title: "Chapter 1006: Legend Rank"
+slug: "ch-1012"
+novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
+number: 1012
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+---
+
+With Lyra’s arrangements, Max soon stood before one of the Leveling Chambers in the depths of the Great Ruler Empire. It looked deceptively plain from the outside, like a smooth jade door etched with countless glowing runes.
+
+But the moment he stepped inside, he felt the difference—it was an isolated space, vast and boundless, yet stable. The very air hummed with balance, carrying the exact same feel as the outside world. No distortion. No false laws.
+
+It was perfect.
+
+Without wasting time, Max sat down at the center of the chamber. His body glowed faintly as he pulled out the cores he had collected. Power surged through him, his Three Dimensional Body mapping every fluctuation, his soul sharpening with the clarity of his Blue Soul, and his physique roaring as draconic essences stirred.
+
+Cracks appeared in his current realm, a storm building within his core.
+
+And then, with a thunderous breath—Max shattered the barrier.
+
+The world inside the chamber trembled violently, but the formations absorbed it all. Outside, no one felt a thing. But within... Max’s aura surged higher, brighter, heavier. His black flames roared. His sword concept sharpened. His body, reinforced by hundreds of draconic essences, trembled with new power.
+
+He had ascended to Legend Rank, well not completely.
+
+Inside the Leveling Chamber, Max sat cross-legged, his body trembling as the aftermaths of the breakthrough began. The still air of the chamber suddenly grew restless, ripples of energy cascading outward like waves breaking against the invisible walls of the sanctum.
+
+And then it appeared once more—looming behind him, blazing in ethereal light—the Divine Path Lotus with nine lotus petals which previously bloomed during Max’s previous leveling to Champion Rank.
+
+Its petals unfurled one by one, not the gentle blossoming of a flower but the thunderous blooming of fate itself. With each bloom, the chamber shook, runes on the walls vibrating as though they could barely contain the phenomenon.
+
+One... two... three... six in total.
+
+By the time the lotus stilled, it had gained twelve new petals, bringing Max’s total to twenty-one.
+
+Far away, in a monitoring hall linked to the Leveling Chamber, Lyra and Emperor Hermes both froze as they observed the phenomenon through the crystal projection.
+
+"Twenty-one petals..." Lyra whispered, disbelief flashing in her emerald eyes. "That’s already close to the final limit most geniuses in history ever reached at Divine Rank!"
+
+Hermes’s gaze was darker, heavier. His deep voice rumbled with both awe and concern. "Indeed. Even the most dazzling prodigies—those who shook the Middle Domain to its core—never surpassed twenty-five petals. For Max to already reach twenty-one now, at his very first step into Legend Rank..." He paused, fists clenched behind his back. "His potential... may truly surpass what this world can bear."
+
+---
+
+But within the chamber, Max had no time to dwell on numbers.
+
+The sky above the lotus tore open, and from the rift descended the Wraiths of the World.
+
+They came as pure embodiments of the four elements he had grasped—Sword, Lightning, Flame, and Space. Each wraith was a colossal figure made entirely of elemental essence, carrying the weight of destruction and judgment. They descended with the might of third-level concepts, towering over him like executioners.
+
+Max’s heart tightened. He had hoped this time the wraiths would manifest at the fourth-level concepts, pushing him closer to true mastery. But fate had not granted him that challenge.
+
+Still, the trial was merciless.
+
+A storm of lightning split the chamber into blinding arcs. A flaming titan swung burning fists that melted even the reinforced floor. A sword-shaped phantom slashed endlessly, each strike carrying enough severing intent to cleave mountains. Space itself fractured into distortions, twisting the chamber into a maze of collapsing dimensions.
+
+Max gritted his teeth, his body roaring with draconic essence as he met them head-on. His Dragon Scales Transformation flared, black glowing scales shimmering with blue light. He countered lightning with his own storm, matched fire with black flames, fought the sword phantom with his severing concept, and bent space against space.
+
+Every strike shook him to his core. Every clash left him bleeding. Yet he endured.
+
+And then, finally—like smoke before a gale—the wraiths dissolved into nothingness. Their power scattered, absorbed by the chamber’s runic systems instead of flowing into him.
+
+---
+
+Max slumped onto the floor, his chest heaving, sweat rolling down his skin. He felt the shift deep in his core, the unmistakable surge of power that marked his ascension.
+
+Legend Rank, First Level.
+
+He clenched his fists, testing the raw strength that coursed through him. It was immense, far beyond Champion Rank, but a bitter frown crept across his face. ’If I had been outside... if I could have devoured the energy of those wraiths like before... I could have reached at least the third level of Legend Rank instantly.’
+
+Later, when he asked Lyra about it, her answer was calm but firm.
+
+"That’s the nature of a Leveling Chamber," she explained. "Its task is to let you face the wraiths without throwing the world into chaos. But because of that, the wraiths it summons dissolve once the trial is complete. They cannot be absorbed, no matter what methods you use."
+
+Max sighed deeply, leaning back in frustration. "So all that power... wasted."
+
+Lyra smiled faintly, shaking her head. "Not wasted. Without the chamber, your breakthrough would have alerted every force in the Middle Domain. Demons, traitors, enemies—you’d have been surrounded before you even finished. Surviving is worth more than three levels of strength."
+
+Max exhaled, forcing his tension to ease. She was right. For now, he would have to be content with First Level Legend Rank.
+
+When Max finally stepped out of the Leveling Chamber, his body still humming with the raw, untamed power of his new Legend Rank, he expected silence, maybe whispers of awe from the guards stationed outside. What he did not expect was the frantic rush of voices, the heavy air of dread that seemed to choke the very corridors of the Great Ruler Empire.
+
+He paused, sharp eyes narrowing, catching fragments of panicked conversations.
+
+"...fifty regions..."
+
+"...slaughtered, not a single survivor..."
+
+"...the demons have revealed themselves..."

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+title: "Chapter 1007: Max’s Rage"
+slug: "ch-1013"
+novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
+number: 1013
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+---
+
+Max’s steps quickened, his instincts screaming. The moment he exited the sanctum, a messenger knelt before Princess Lyra and Emperor Hermes, handing over a scroll sealed with the emblem of the Hunter Association.
+
+Lyra’s face drained of color as she read, her hands trembling just slightly. Hermes’s expression, always calm, darkened into something thunderous.
+
+"Max," Lyra whispered, her voice unusually tight, "you should see this." She handed him the scroll.
+
+He unfolded it quickly, his eyes moving across the words. The blood in his veins turned to ice.
+
+The demons had stopped hiding. They had fully, openly revealed themselves. Not in whispers. Not in secret chambers. But in the most brutal, decisive way possible.
+
+They had conquered fifty regions in the southern Middle Domain.
+
+Fifty.
+
+The names written on the parchment leapt out at him like daggers: Greenwood Region—the home of the Void Soul Tower. Dark Cloud Region—where the Thunder Monarch Hall had reigned for centuries. And forty-eight others, swallowed like nothing.
+
+The Void Soul Tower and Thunder Monarch Hall were gone. Their facades stripped bare. Their territories now nothing but bones under the demons’ banners.
+
+And worse—the reports stated that every human living in those fifty regions had been slaughtered. Every man, woman, and child.
+
+Max clenched the scroll so hard it nearly tore. His jaw locked, fury burning behind his eyes. ’Slaughtered... all of them... just to send a message.’
+
+---
+
+The entire Middle Domain had been thrown into chaos.
+
+Previously, the demons’ existence had been like whispers of smoke. A hideout here. A spy uncovered there. They had been specters, always hiding, always striking from the shadows. Now, they had marched into the open and planted their flag in blood.
+
+Fifty regions. Their territory. Their stronghold. Their declaration.𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶
+
+The Hunter Association responded immediately. The very night the news spread, President William issued a war decree. For the first time in thousands of years, the notice was clear and merciless: War with the demons is official.
+
+The chosen battlefield was the Blue Rock Region, a borderland between the human-held territories and the newly conquered south. It was rich in open plains, jagged mountains, and endless stone valleys—a perfect crucible for a war of two races. Both sides could deploy armies without restriction.
+
+Blue Rock Region would be remembered in history. Either as the ground where humanity pushed back, or as the place where their doom began.
+
+"Millions of human lives have been lost..." Max muttered under his breath, his voice low and hollow as though the words themselves carried the weight of corpses. He sat on the edge of his bed, his back pressed against the cold wall, the dim light of the chamber flickering across his face. Before him, dozens of holographic screens projected reports, maps, images of burning cities, and lists of the conquered regions. Screams and static echoes from the recordings rang faintly in his ears.
+
+He stared at them, numb, the enormity of it pressing against his chest like a mountain.
+
+"Why does it feel like this...?" he whispered to himself, eyes burning with an ache he didn’t quite understand. "I’ve killed without hesitation before. Humans die. They’ve always died. Everyone, at one point, will die..." His hands tightened into fists, knuckles whitening. "Then why the fuck am I feeling so pissed? Why now?"
+
+The images of slaughtered towns and empty cities flashed again—streets soaked with blood, towers reduced to rubble, children and elders alike butchered. His teeth clenched so hard his jaw trembled.
+
+"These demons..." His voice cracked with raw rage as his eyes reddened, pupils glinting faintly like molten embers. A wave of violent energy surged from his body, crashing against the walls of the room. His aura darkened, leaking infernal energy unconsciously. "I will fucking kill them all!"
+
+The air quaked. The floor beneath his feet split with tiny cracks. His power boiled, threatening to tear the room apart.
+
+And then—he exhaled sharply, forcing the storm back into his chest. He gripped his arm tightly, closing his eyes. Slowly, painfully, he reined it in until the room fell silent once more.
+
+"First the Nulls," he muttered bitterly, his tone filled with exhaustion. "And now these demons..." His voice dipped, almost like a confession. "Even with my strength—I can only kill some Mythic Rank experts—I still can’t stop this war. I can’t stop millions from dying. I feel... powerless."
+
+He let his head drop forward, his voice breaking into a sigh.
+
+---
+
+"You look like you’re in very deep thought."
+
+The words broke the silence like a bell.
+
+Max’s eyes opened, his head tilting up slightly as Lady Divine walked into the room. She looked radiant even in the dim light, her long blue hair shimmering faintly, her eyes filled with quiet wisdom. But her tone carried a hint of teasing warmth.
+
+Max straightened quickly, pushing himself off the bed. "It’s nothing." He waved a hand dismissively, though his eyes betrayed the storm still raging within.
+
+Lady Divine’s lips curved into a faint smile as she shook her head knowingly. "Nothing? Then why could I sense the infernal energy raging inside you from miles away?" Her tone was calm, but sharp, like a healer diagnosing a wound. "You were leaking it without restraint. If I could sense it, so could others. You’re lucky it was me who came here and not one of your enemies."
+
+Max stiffened for a moment, his gaze shifting away. He sighed, rubbing his temple. "...I let it slip."
+
+"Not just slip." Lady Divine’s eyes softened, but her words remained pointed. "You were drowning in it. Anger. Helplessness. Hatred. That’s when infernal energy digs the deepest into your heart—when you feel powerless but crave to tear everything apart."
+
+Max became silent for a moment. Due to her coming over to his room for the past three months, they had became very familiar with each other. She even often guided him on the path of soul cultivation and runes.
+
+He sat back down on the edge of the bed, his head lowered, his fists clenched so tightly that blood almost drew from his palms. His voice cracked with suppressed rage.
+
+"It’s just... so many humans were killed by these demons," he said, forcing the words out, his chest heavy. "And I—" his teeth ground, his face twisted with frustration, "—I find myself powerless to do anything. I feel like crap. Useless. In the face of this whole war."
+
+He looked up at her, eyes dark and red-rimmed. "Surely I can help when I reach Divine Rank... but wouldn’t everything be over at that point? Wouldn’t it be too late?"

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+title: "Chapter 1008: War Kills People!"
+slug: "ch-1014"
+novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
+number: 1014
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+---
+
+Lady Divine stood silent for a moment, her blue hair gleaming faintly under the lantern light, her expression unreadable. Then, slowly, she sat down across from him, her eyes locking with his. Her voice, calm yet cutting, filled the room.
+
+"Everyone has their role in a war, Max. I have mine. You have yours." She reached out and patted his shoulder gently, but her tone turned iron. "And the first thing you must understand—war is not won by a single person, no matter how strong they are. War is a tide, and tides are turned by many currents, not one."
+
+Max’s brows furrowed as she continued.
+
+"You think yourself powerless? You’re wrong. Every person feels powerless in war. Even the strongest of us. I have seen men in Divine Rank cry in despair because they could not save a single city. But powerlessness does not mean uselessness. Do you know why?"
+
+She leaned forward, her voice hardening with each word.
+
+"Because in war, strength is not measured only by how many enemies you cut down. It is measured by the hope you give. The people fight because they believe someone like you exists. That someone stands at the front, growing, pushing forward. You call yourself useless—but to them, your existence is the promise that the human race will not kneel."
+
+Her words struck like hammer blows, each one resonating deep inside Max’s chest.
+
+"Listen to me well, boy." Her tone sharpened, no longer gentle. It became the voice of a sovereign, the voice of someone ranked among the strongest of the world. "War is cruelty. It devours lives without mercy. Millions will die, millions more will suffer. You cannot save them all—no one can. Not me, not Hermes, not even the Four God Nation. If you carry that burden alone, it will crush you, and then what? You’ll be another corpse rotting in the dirt. Is that how you want to help your people? By breaking under a weight you cannot carry?"
+
+Max stayed silent, his nails digging deeper into his palms, but his breathing steadied.
+
+Lady Divine’s eyes gleamed like frozen stars as she continued.
+
+"You want to save humanity? Then stop trying to save everyone. Focus on what you can save. Protect those you can reach. Grow strong enough to cut down those who threaten you. And when your strength surpasses theirs, only then will you save the masses. That is the path of war. That is the path of survival."
+
+She stood, her aura pressing on him like the weight of a mountain, yet strangely steadying at the same time.
+
+Max muttered his fists clenched hard but he nodded.
+
+"Good. Now, let’s go and heal her completely." Lady Divine’s tone softened, though her eyes still glowed with that same steady authority. "I believe there are only a few more rounds left. After that, all we need to do her is reawaken her elven bloodline from the sleep."
+
+Max nodded silently, his heart tightening with a flicker of hope. They walked toward Lenavira, who lay quietly on the bed. Her skin was still dark, her features still carrying the cold aura of her dark elf form, but her breathing was calm and her presence no longer felt unstable like before.
+
+Lady Divine raised her hands, her slender fingers glowing with threads of radiant light as she began weaving the runes in midair. Countless symbols, delicate and ancient, unfolded like a constellation of living glyphs around Lenavira’s body.
+
+Max watched as three large rune formations stabilized above her, while thousands of smaller ones spiraled and rotated in intricate sequences across her skin, pulsing like a heart.
+
+"Seal. Separate. Extract." Lady Divine’s voice echoed as the runes synchronized, their glow turning deep gold.
+
+At once, strands of writhing infernal energy began surfacing from Lenavira’s veins, rising like streams of dark-red mist. The energy hissed and twisted, fighting against the runes, but the formations held steady, binding it like chains of light.
+
+Max exhaled slowly, stepping forward. Without hesitation, he activated his Unholy Trinity Physique. His palm hovered just above her chest as the infernal energy surged toward him, sucked greedily into his body. It burned and thrashed, but the darkness was swallowed into the endless abyss within him, leaving no trace.
+
+This was not the first time they had done this. Over the past months, they had repeated this process so many times that Max’s body had grown used to devouring infernal energy like it was second nature. Yet every time he absorbed it, he could feel its corrosive nature—the way it wanted to twist, to devour, to consume his very mind. Only his unique physique and his iron will kept him stable.
+
+When the last of today’s strands vanished into him, the rune formations dimmed and folded into nothingness, dissolving like dust. Lady Divine wiped her palm lightly, her face showing no exhaustion, only calm precision.
+
+"Done." She stepped back, studying Lenavira carefully. "Her body’s reaction is improving with every round. She’s resisting the corruption on her own now. The elf’s natural affinity for purification is slowly awakening."
+
+Max nodded in relief, his eyes softening as he gazed at her resting form. Then his attention shifted to the fading traces of the runes.
+
+He had been watching carefully every time Lady Divine worked, his Blue Soul recording the flow, the shape, the resonance of each glyph. This time, he could see it more clearly—the rhythm of activation, the points where she shifted a rune’s placement, the subtle adjustments that stabilized the extraction.
+
+’I can almost see how it’s done,’ Max thought, his eyes narrowing in focus. ’If I try hard enough, I could reproduce these runes myself with my Blue Soul. But... it would take a lot of practice before I can perfect them.’
+
+Lady Divine glanced at him knowingly, a faint smile tugging her lips. "You’ve been studying my runes, haven’t you?"
+
+Max didn’t deny it. "They’re fascinating. Complex, but not beyond my reach. One day, I’ll be able to cast them too."
+
+Her smile deepened, carrying a rare note of approval. "That’s the spirit. Watch long enough, practice hard enough, and the path of runes will open to you. With your blue soul, you may even surpass me in the future."

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+title: "Chapter 1009: Failed?"
+slug: "ch-1015"
+novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
+number: 1015
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+---
+
+The days blurred together in a steady rhythm—morning after morning, Lady Divine arrived punctually, her runes blazing across the room as she pulled out the writhing strands of infernal energy, and Max absorbed them into his body like a black hole swallowing poison.
+
+Each time the energy weakened within Lenavira, her breathing grew calmer, her body more stable, the violent fluctuations in her aura subsiding.
+
+By the end of the third month, the process was complete. The last trace of infernal energy was drawn out, dissolving into Max’s palm with a final hiss. The runes dimmed, vanishing like mist into the air.
+
+Lady Divine exhaled softly, her sharp gaze sweeping across Lenavira’s body. She ran her hand over the sleeping elf’s form, her senses probing every inch of Lenavira’s mana veins and soul palace. Her brows furrowed.
+
+"Strange..." she muttered, her voice unusually quiet. "With all the infernal energy removed, her elven bloodline should be healing itself by now. Her mana should be flowing freely again, and the slumber of her royal bloodline should have ended naturally. But..." she paused, pressing her palm lightly over Lenavira’s heart, "...for some reason, her bloodline is still dormant. It’s as if something deeper is keeping it asleep."
+
+Max stood beside her, his expression heavy. For months he had watched Lenavira’s suffering, doing everything in his power to cleanse her. Now that the corruption was gone, she should have been waking—but she still lay motionless, her skin black as obsidian, her silver hair dulled to grey, the mark of her dark elf form still clinging to her like chains.
+
+"...Then what’s the problem?" Max asked, his fists tightening. "If her bloodline’s free, why won’t she wake?"
+
+Lady Divine shook her head slowly. "There’s more at play here than infernal corruption. It’s just than I can’t seem to find anything wrong with her bloodline nor with her body. She is absolutely fine theoretically." She narrowed her eyes.
+
+Max’s jaw locked. He hated situations like this where he couldn’t understand the problem.
+
+"Let me try something," he said suddenly. His tone was firm, decisive.
+
+Lady Divine turned to him with a questioning look. "What do you mean?"
+
+Max didn’t answer. Instead, he stepped closer to the bed, his hand hovering just above Lenavira’s chest. His eyes closed as he reached inward.
+
+A golden radiance began to leak from his body, warm and brilliant, chasing away the cold aura of the dark elf form lingering in the room. His blood boiled with light, every heartbeat pumping out an overwhelming sacred aura.
+
+The Heavenly Luminance Sacred Bloodline.
+
+Golden lines spread across his arms, branching like rivers of light beneath his skin. His body itself became like a sun, glowing with pure sanctity. The bed, the walls, even the runes Lady Divine had left behind—all shimmered faintly under the glow of his bloodline.
+
+Lady Divine’s eyes widened slightly, but she said nothing.
+
+Max, his voice low but steady, recalled the words of the elven guardian he had met long ago, within the Nine Dragon Paintings in Obsidian Dragon City.
+
+She had told him that the Heavenly Luminance Sacred Bloodline and the Heavenly Luminance Royal Bloodline were not separate at all, but two rivers flowing from the same divine source. One carried the power of sacred brilliance, the other of noble radiance. When the two bloodlines touched—when bearer met bearer—unexpected phenomena often occurred.𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮
+
+And Lenavira... carried the Heavenly Luminance Royal Bloodline.
+
+"If they really are connected," Max thought, his golden aura intensifying as he lowered his hand to her palm, "then maybe I can wake her bloodline myself."
+
+Max had never truly tested the words of the elven guardian before. He had always wondered if the Heavenly Luminance Sacred Bloodline he carried could resonate with Lenavira’s Heavenly Luminance Royal Bloodline. Now, faced with her fragile state—trapped in the abyss of her dark elf form—he no longer hesitated.
+
+Slowly, almost reverently, he extended his hand. His fingers hovered above hers for a heartbeat, then pressed lightly against her pale, unmoving hand.
+
+The response was immediate.
+
+A dazzling golden light burst forth from Lenavira’s body, spilling into the room like sunlight breaking through storm clouds. Her hair, once dull and grey, shimmered as strands of liquid gold threaded through it, reclaiming its former brilliance. Her skin, blackened by the curse of her dark elf form, began to pale, returning to the luminous white of her true elven heritage. Her veins pulsed faintly with light, her bloodline stirring like a sleeping dragon woken from slumber.
+
+"Her bloodline... it’s awakening?" Lady Divine whispered in shock, her normally calm composure faltering. Her eyes narrowed, studying Max’s golden aura, then Lenavira’s shifting body. She could see clearly now—it wasn’t her runes, nor her arts. This was bloodline to bloodline resonance.
+
+And yet, she could not understand it. "How... how can a human’s bloodline awaken an elf’s? This shouldn’t be possible." Her tone was hushed but filled with disbelief.
+
+Max, however, didn’t dwell on her words. His lips curved faintly into a smile as relief washed through him. "Good... it’s working." His golden light grew brighter, wrapping both him and Lenavira in a radiant cocoon. At the same time, he felt something shift inside him. His own Sacred Bloodline trembled, like it too was evolving, undergoing a transformation he couldn’t yet name.
+
+But just as hope surged in his chest—
+
+Something went wrong.
+
+The golden light flickered. Lenavira’s transformation halted midway. Her golden hair dimmed back into ash, her pale skin blotched with creeping black lines. The radiant aura collapsed as quickly as it had risen. With a shudder, her body sank once more into the abyss of her dark elf form—her skin darkened completely, her hair turned lifeless grey, and her presence returned to that same corrupted silence.
+
+"No..." Max’s voice cracked, his expression darkening as his hand trembled against hers. "No! She was right there! She was almost back!"
+
+His chest tightened with a suffocating weight. He could still feel the faint echo of her bloodline reaching out, struggling to awaken—only to be smothered by an unseen force. His golden aura dimmed, his body shaking as despair gnawed at his core.
+
+"Why? How did this happen?!" His voice was raw, demanding, almost desperate. He turned to Lady Divine, his eyes burning. "Her bloodline was awakening. I could feel it. Then it just... stopped. Something pushed it down again. Why did this happen?"

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+title: "Chapter 1010: Curse"
+slug: "ch-1016"
+novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
+number: 1016
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+---
+
+Lady Divine’s brows were tightly furrowed as she ran her hands over Lenavira’s form, weaving one rune after another, each formation dissolving and reforming in a different sequence. The soft golden glow of her runes washed over Lenavira’s body, illuminating every vein, every flow of mana, every pulse of her soul.
+
+"She’s... fine." Lady Divine muttered under her breath, her voice low but frustrated. "Her soul is intact. Her mana circuits are repaired. Her physical condition is normal. Everything checks out perfectly." She clenched her fist, her runes flickering. "And yet... despite all of this, her bloodline refuses to fully awaken."
+
+Max’s jaw tightened as he leaned forward, his voice cold. "Then what’s keeping her in this state? She should’ve already returned to normal the moment my bloodline pushed hers awake."
+
+"To be honest... I don’t know." Lady Divine finally admitted, her lips pressed thin. The words clearly grated on her—someone like her, who prided herself on mastery over soul, runes, and healing arts, saying I don’t know was like spitting venom. She exhaled sharply, her gaze never leaving Lenavira’s body.
+
+"This is my first time encountering something like this," she continued grimly. "I watched her bloodline stir—it was rising, responding to your bloodline. It should have awakened. But something—something unseen—pushed it back down. Something strong enough to resist even your bloodline resonance. But what?"
+
+Her voice grew quieter, her eyes narrowing in thought as she layered rune after rune over Lenavira, each one flashing in different colors—green, violet, silver, blue—each meant to detect different abnormalities. Still, they revealed nothing.
+
+And then—
+
+"It’s a curse."
+
+The sudden voice was neither Max’s nor Lady Divine’s. It came from behind Max, calm and steady.
+
+Max’s body stiffened for a moment, then relaxed as a familiar presence emerged from his Dimension of Spirit. A light blue, amorphous figure floated beside him, its form shifting like liquid shadow.
+
+"Blob." Max’s voice lowered, his eyes flashing.
+
+Lady Divine froze, her sharp gaze immediately locking onto the spirit. Her lips parted in astonishment. "A... spirit?" She whispered, the runes around her flickering faintly as her concentration wavered. "You have a spirit dwelling in your body?"
+
+Max didn’t answer her directly. Blob’s sudden appearance was enough of a shock to her already.
+
+But Lady Divine—who had studied countless mysteries of the world—felt an odd pull toward the spirit’s presence. Unlike other spirits she had seen, Blob didn’t radiate a chaotic or wild aura. Instead, it carried a deep, almost ancient calmness, as though it had existed far longer than the world itself.
+
+"Are you saying..." Lady Divine asked slowly, her voice measured, "that her bloodline has been bound by a curse?"
+
+Blob’s voice was steady, but it carried weight. "Yes. Everything else you’ve said is correct. Her mana is fine. Her soul is fine. Her bloodline itself is fine. But something foreign—something dark—is pressing down on it. That is why, even when Max’s bloodline tried to awaken hers, it could only rise halfway before being suppressed again."
+
+"A curse?" Max frowned even more his expression darkening. Someone intentionally made sure infernal energy got into her system and now there was even a curse involved. Mad suddenly had a bad feeling about this.
+
+Blob’s formless body hovered lightly in the air, its surface rippling like liquid shadow. Then, without warning, a tendril-like hand extended from its mass and pressed gently against Lenavira’s forehead.
+
+The reaction was immediate.
+
+A deep red aura burst out of her body, rippling through the room like an explosion of blood mist. It spread across the walls, floor, and ceiling, turning the chamber into a suffocating sea of crimson.
+
+The moment the aura touched him, Max staggered. His heart lurched violently, and his mind was suddenly no longer his own.
+
+Joy. Rage. Sorrow. Fear. Love. Hatred.
+
+The emotions slammed into him like tidal waves, one after another, crashing and tearing at his sanity. Each one vivid, overwhelming, pulling him in directions he couldn’t resist.
+
+And then came the heart-demons.
+
+Life. Death. Lust. Greed. Obsession. Pride. Power.
+
+They twisted through his chest like serpents, whispering promises and lies. His breathing grew ragged, his fists trembling. His vision blurred red. For an instant, Max felt as if his soul itself was being dragged into a storm of madness.
+
+’This... this is—!’
+
+"GRAAHHH!" The roar almost tore out of him. He could feel his body straining to break free, to lash out, to destroy everything around him.
+
+But then—
+
+From deep within, his Blue Soul pulsed.
+
+Like a cool tide, serene and absolute, it spread through his body. It washed over the raging emotions, smothering them. It silenced the whispers of greed, pride, and lust. It swallowed the storm of madness whole, restoring clarity to his mind.
+
+Max’s chest heaved as he gasped for breath, sweat dripping down his brow. His eyes flickered wildly before regaining calm. "...What was that?" he breathed, his voice low and shaken. He had been this close to losing control, to falling into berserk frenzy.
+
+Slowly, his gaze drifted back to the crimson haze still radiating from Lenavira’s body. His fists clenched tight. ’That aura...’
+
+"Are you fine?" Lady Divine’s voice cut through, her tone unusually concerned. She had felt the red aura too, but unlike Max, she hadn’t been overwhelmed. A faint shield of runes glimmered faintly around her, keeping the worst of it at bay.
+
+"I’m fine," Max answered, straightening, though his voice still carried the weight of what he had just endured. His eyes locked onto Lady Divine and then Blob. "That red aura... it came from her. Is that the curse?"
+
+Blob’s shadowy form trembled slightly, its voice calm but heavy.
+
+"Yes," it said. "That aura is the mark of the curse. I just released a bit of the curse for you two to see. Anyone near it will be dragged into a maelstrom of emotions and heart-demons. And for her, trapped inside it, the torment is endless."
+
+Blob’s "hand" pressed firmer against Lenavira’s forehead as the red aura swirled like a storm. Its voice lowered, grave. "She was first corrupted with infernal energy. That alone was enough to push her into her dark elf state, to drive her berserk. But then, afterward, someone laid this curse upon her. A curse that shackles her very essence, ensuring that even if the infernal corruption is cleansed, she cannot return. Whoever did this..."𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖
+
+Blob’s voice darkened, almost vibrating with suppressed anger.
+
+"...was very cruel. They left her no path back to her elven self. No matter how she struggles, no matter how much she fights—this curse will drag her down every time."

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+title: "Chapter 1011: Overflowing Rage"
+slug: "ch-1017"
+novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
+number: 1017
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+wordCount: 1112
+createdAt: "2026-04-15"
+---
+
+Max’s face was carved in stone, his voice low and cold. "What type of curse is this? Is there a way to remove it from her body?"
+
+He wasn’t afraid of pain, but the momentary brush with that red aura had nearly ripped his mind apart. A few seconds had nearly driven him into madness. And Lenavira... she had been enduring this constantly. He couldn’t imagine the torment she must be suffering in silence. The thought of it clawed at his heart like knives.
+
+Blob’s formless body hovered, pulsing faintly. Its tone was heavier than usual. "I am not familiar with this curse," it admitted, "but I can tell you this much—it is not something born of human hands. The aura, the pattern, the weight of it... it reeks of Ascendants."
+
+Max’s eyes narrowed sharply. "Ascendants?"
+
+Blob nodded slowly, the shadowy mist of its form rippling as though echoing the gravity of its words. "Yes. Only Ascendants are known to manipulate infernal energy so freely. Only Ascendants... and Mark. If this curse is truly theirs, then it is no coincidence. This was deliberate. This was placed on her because of you."
+
+The words struck deep.
+
+Max’s fists clenched so tight that cracks rang out from the bones in his hands. His body trembled as violent killing intent spilled from him, thick and suffocating, filling the entire chamber with a blood-soaked aura. The floor quaked beneath his feet as if unable to bear his rage.
+
+But then, with visible effort, he pulled it back. Slowly. Painfully. His breath evened, his face dark and solemn.
+
+Inside, however, his heart had already carved the vow in steel: "I will eradicate every single Null, every Ascendant, every demon from this world. Until nothing remains."
+
+His hatred for the Nulls and Mark had long burned like a silent flame, but this... this had fanned it into a roaring inferno.
+
+Lady Divine sat quietly at his side, her face unusually grave. She didn’t speak. Her sharp eyes were unfocused, her brows furrowed in deep thought. She seemed to be piecing something together, connecting threads Max couldn’t see yet.
+
+Max turned toward her, about to ask for her thoughts, but he stopped himself. Whatever she was unraveling seemed important—too important to interrupt. He forced himself to remain silent, giving her the space to think.
+
+Then—
+
+"BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!"
+
+The sharp shrill beeping shattered the heavy silence. Max flinched, then cursed under his breath.
+
+Both Blob and Lady Divine snapped out of their thoughts, their gazes turning toward him. Lady Divine’s brows drew tight. "What happened?"
+
+Max looked down at his wrist, where his holowatch flashed violently with scarlet light. He gave an embarrassed smile, scratching the back of his neck.
+
+"I have set the holowatch to notification mode whenever there’s breaking news about the war," he explained.
+
+With a tap, the device projected a cluster of glowing holograms into the air. Dozens of floating articles, reports, and battlefield feeds unfolded around them, filling the room with scrolling text, flashing footage, and alarming red banners.
+
+Max leaned forward, scanning the headlines.
+
+And then his heart stopped.
+
+His face darkened instantly. His jaw locked, his eyes blazed with fury so thick it nearly turned tangible.
+
+The killing intent that poured out of him this time was different from before—heavier, darker, filled with grief and wrath intertwined.
+
+Rage. Unyielding rage clouded his mind.
+
+Bang!
+
+A surge of all four concepts at 3rd level roared around Max causing his entire room to explode into pieces.
+
+Only the part protected by runes to keep Lenavira safe was still intact. Other than that, the entire room was destroyed into smithereens.
+
+Whatever he had just read... it had pushed him beyond reason.
+
+---
+
+The holowatch projections showed many things. Each one carried banners of crimson text, warnings, and alerts from news networks and Hunter Association broadcasts.
+
+---
+
+[BREAKING: THE LOWER DOMAIN FALLS]
+
+"Reports confirmed—demonic forces have fully descended into the Lower Domain. Hundreds of millions of humans across all continents are under attack. The defense lines crumbled within hours, and many guilds and families that once flourished have been reduced to ash. The scale of the slaughter cannot be measured."
+
+It showed the footage of the chaos and destruction caused by the demons but there were only corpses of humans all around.
+
+"The guardians stationed at the Lower Domain were supposedly blocked by a Divine Rank demon. They couldn’t come to help the Lower Domain. They couldn’t protected the Lower Domain. Is the negligence of the Four God Nation lead to this? Or the demons were this much prepared that we were simply not in the game from the very beginning? Stay tuned for more information."𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺
+
+---
+
+[VALORA CONTINENT ANNIHILATED]
+
+Grainy footage flickered across the projection. The skies over the Valora Continent were blackened with fire and wings. Gigantic demonic beasts tore through cities like paper. Thousands of humans—experts and mortals alike—screamed as towering, horned demons ripped them apart limb by limb.
+
+Entire cities were flattened. Villages burned. Even great cities, with defensive runes once thought impenetrable, fell like sandcastles against the tide. Demons laughed as they crushed children, feasted on corpses, and bathed in rivers of human blood.
+
+The article caption blazed: "Valora Continent is gone. No survivors confirmed."
+
+---
+
+[MASSACRE FOOTAGE LEAKED]
+
+The next feed showed images so cruel Max’s hands shook with fury. A group of demons stood atop a mountain of corpses. They dragged a group of chained experts—elders, women, even children—and forced them to fight each other while the demons laughed, betting on who would live longer.
+
+When the humans fought desperately, the demons grew bored and set them all ablaze, their screams echoing across the entire region.
+
+Another clip showed demons feeding on still-living humans, tearing flesh with claws and teeth as if it were nothing.
+
+---
+
+[HUNTER ASSOCIATION CONFIRMS: LOWER DOMAIN LOST]
+
+"The Lower Domain as a whole has collapsed. Hunter Association scouts confirm demonic presence in every major continent. The Valora Continent was the first to be completely erased. Human life is being extinguished like ants underfoot."
+
+---
+
+[QUOTE FROM A SURVIVOR – ’WE WERE TOYS TO THEM’]
+
+The trembling voice of a young girl filled the projection, her face half-burned, tears streaking through the soot.
+
+"They didn’t see us as enemies. They didn’t see us as prey. We were toys. They laughed when we cried. They laughed when they killed us. They—" Her voice broke into sobs before the feed cut out.
+
+---
+
+Every article carried the same message. The same horror.
+
+The Lower Domain or more precise Valora Continent was no more.
+
+The humans there hadn’t just been defeated—they had been slaughtered to pieces.

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+title: "Chapter 1012: Declaration of Challenge"
+slug: "ch-1018"
+novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
+number: 1018
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+wordCount: 1174
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+---
+
+Max’s hands shook as the holograms surrounded him, showing city after city being wiped out, continent after continent falling in flames. His knuckles bled as his fists clenched, his teeth grinding until his jaw ached.
+
+The holowatch flickered again, projecting new sets of holographic articles into the room, each one more grim than the last. Max’s jaw tightened as his eyes darted across the glowing reports.
+
+---
+
+[KING OF THE WEST FALLS – MAGNAR’S LAST STAND]
+
+The report opened with live-feed footage of the Western Region, its skies torn open with endless flames. A body once full of golden armor was now blood red with a hole in its chest. It was the body of King Magnar. He died fighting all the way to the demons.
+
+---
+
+[EASTERN GUILDS ERASED – LAST DEFENSE SHATTERED]
+
+"Phoenix Order, Emerald Legion, Knights of Valor, Black Lotus, Lionheart Guild—five of the greatest guilds of the East joined forces in an unprecedented alliance to stop the demon onslaught. They gathered every elite they had, thousands of high-ranked cultivators, and even sealed a portion of their ancient treasures for this war."
+
+The feed showed scenes of destroyed strongholds of all these guilds. Hundreds of corpses all around the area. Death all around.
+
+"Their combined might was legendary, but it wasn’t enough. The demons swarmed like an ocean, their numbers endless. One guild after another fell until none remained. Not even ashes were left behind. The East Continent, once the safest haven of the Lower Domain, has been painted in blood."
+
+---
+
+[SOUTHERN REGIONS – FIRST TO BE ERASED]
+
+The next report displayed maps of the Southern Domain, all of them marked with red flames.
+
+"The Southern Regions were the first to fall. Reports indicate coordinated attacks by multiple demon armies striking simultaneously across all Southern Continents. Defensive formations lasted less than a day before being shattered. Cities fell within hours. The South was annihilated before the rest of the Lower Domain even had a chance to react."
+
+A witness statement scrolled across the screen:
+
+"We thought our barrier could withstand them. It lasted less than ten breaths."
+
+---
+
+[THE NORTH NEVER FOUGHT – WHERE WAS THE WITCH?]
+
+The most chilling article came last.
+
+"The Northern Domain is the most mysterious of the Lower Domain, ruled by the Witch of the North—a woman feared and revered for centuries. Her mere presence was said to be enough to keep the forces of darkness at bay. But when the demons descended... she never appeared."
+
+The feed displayed haunting images of abandoned northern citadels, their people left defenseless. The demons swept across them like locusts, unchecked and unchallenged.
+
+"Without the Witch of the North, the northern defenses crumbled without resistance. Millions were slaughtered, cities erased, and no one knows why the Witch was absent in humanity’s darkest hour."
+
+The caption burned across the screen: "Did the Witch betray us? Or was she already gone?"
+
+---
+
+Note: All these footages were taken from the drones of the Lower Domain. By the time we got the notice about the destruction of the Valora Continent, a day had already passed.
+
+---
+
+Max’s body trembled as all the holograms hovered around him—the death of King Magnar, the slaughter of the Eastern guilds, the annihilation of the South, the silence of the North.
+
+Valora Continent wasn’t just defeated. It was erased from existence.
+
+His fists clenched until blood dripped down his palms, his aura flaring like a storm ready to consume everything around him. Infernal energy began to leak once again from his body.
+
+---
+
+The holowatch suddenly shifted again. The room went dark as the projection sharpened into a video feed, flickering with static before it stabilized.
+
+At first, it was only the broken ruins of the Valora Continent—cities in flames, corpses piled so high they formed mountains, rivers turned red. The sky was choked with smoke, and twisted demonic shadows prowled through the ruins.
+
+Then the feed jerked violently, the view spinning. The perspective settled when the scouting drone was snatched from the air by a massive clawed hand.
+
+Two towering figures loomed into view. They were identical twins—demons with pitch-black skin glistening like obsidian, twin sets of horns curling from their heads, and eyes glowing like molten gold. Their grins were wide, mocking, their sharp fangs gleaming with fresh blood.
+
+The first demon held the drone up to his face, his expression dripping with malice. His deep, guttural voice rattled through the recording: "Isn’t this one of those human toys? The devices they use to record their pitiful little world?"
+
+The other demon leaned in, his laughter coarse and chilling. "Yeah. And from the looks of it... it’s still recording. Hah! How convenient."
+
+Both burst into cruel laughter, their voices echoing across the hollowed ruins behind them.
+
+The first demon tilted his head, addressing the drone directly as though speaking to every human watching in the Middle Domain. "Good. Let’s give them a little show. Humans of the Middle Domain... guess what I heard today? While we were tearing apart this continent, drowning it in screams and fire, some of these pathetic humans whispered a name. They thought a savior would come for them. They thought a ’hero’ would descend from the skies and save their worthless lives."
+
+His grin widened, eyes narrowing like a predator’s. "That name... was Max."
+
+The second demon laughed even louder, leaning so close his demonic features filled the projection. "You should have seen them. That fragile hope flickering in their eyes... only to turn into despair when no one came. When their so-called hero never arrived."
+
+The first demon’s voice deepened, filled with venomous glee. "That’s when I realized something. Max Morgan. That’s what they called him. Isn’t the human race’s genius with the strongest potential also called Max?"
+
+He spat, the saliva sizzling as it hit the burning ground.
+
+Then he leaned closer, his grin stretching unnaturally wide. "Enough of the made-up dramatics. I’ll tell you this straight. We destroyed this continent. We slaughtered every human on it. We turned their bones into dust and their screams into music... all for one reason."
+
+Both twins spoke in unison now, their voices overlapping into a bone-chilling echo.
+
+"To show your entire race... that your so-called genius with the strongest potential mean nothing to us demons, Max Morgan, means NOTHING. And with this we, the twin devils, hereby declare a battle with Max. I am sure you are watching this and I am sure you will be accepting my challenge because I destroyed your home."
+
+It was then one of them added. "Oh, just so you know we did all of this, destroying this small continent and killing all these humans just to challenge you in a high profile way. I hope you like our present. Remember to come to the Black Rock Region. We will be waiting for you."
+
+The drone shook as their laughter roared through the recording. The feed cut with static, but the sound of screams and cruel laughter lingered for several seconds longer before silence fell.

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+title: "Chapter 1013: Max’s response"
+slug: "ch-1019"
+novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
+number: 1019
+views: 0
+likes: 0
+wordCount: 1010
+createdAt: "2026-04-15"
+---
+
+That particular video feed spread like wildfire across the Middle Domain. Within hours it was everywhere—circulating through various forces, empires, and guild halls, replayed endlessly in extranet, communication channels, and even broadcast runes. No one could stop talking about it.
+
+And why wouldn’t they? The fall of Valora Continent was no trivial matter. An entire continent wiped out. Every soul, every city, every clan—obliterated by the hands of demons. What shook people even more was the reason behind such devastation. The twin demons had slaughtered millions, not for conquest, not for resources, but for something far more outrageous—they had done it merely to challenge one human, Max.
+
+The implications were terrifying. To the demons, human lives weren’t even worth counting. Valora’s destruction was nothing but a stage set for their amusement, a way to bait a single opponent. That insult carved deep into the hearts of the Middle Domain’s people. The rage simmered everywhere—in taverns, in force training grounds, in imperial palaces.
+
+"Those monsters... they don’t see us as living beings at all."
+
+"They slaughtered a continent just to call out one youth. How long are we supposed to endure this humiliation?"
+
+Across the domain, voices rose, discussions burning like wildfire.
+
+What made it even more shocking was the identity of the youth at the center of it all. Max—who was already recognized as the strongest genius of humanity’s current generation—wasn’t born in the Middle Domain at all. He came from the Lower Domain, a place most regarded as little more than backwater soil. For many, that revelation stirred a mix of emotions: disbelief, admiration, even shame.
+
+And now the eyes of the entire Middle Domain turned toward him. Would he accept the demons’ challenge? Or would he turn his back and ignore them?
+
+The debate consumed every corner of society.
+
+Some voices argued fiercely against it:
+
+"He can’t accept. This is nothing but a trap. The demons are cunning—they’ve lured him out by striking where it hurts most. If he goes, he’ll fall right into their hands."
+
+"Exactly. He’s our strongest hope. If Max dies recklessly, humanity’s future dies with him."
+
+But others, burning with fury, spoke just as loudly in the opposite direction:
+
+"Trap or not, can we just sit here? An entire continent was slaughtered before our eyes. If even Max doesn’t act, then who will? Are we just supposed to cower in our cities forever?"
+
+"We’ve been far too passive in this war! Look at us—always waiting for the demons to make their move, always reacting after the blood has already been spilled. If things continue like this, humanity will be erased piece by piece. We need someone to change the momentum."
+
+"To hell with fear! Max must fight. He must kill those twin demons and show the world that humanity isn’t weak prey."
+
+The clamor grew so intense it seemed to shake the domain itself. The humans were divided—between caution and desperation, between fear of losing their last hope and the hunger to strike back after years of humiliation. But one truth remained constant: all eyes were on Max. His decision alone would set the tone for humanity’s next step in this endless war.
+
+And so, from the greatest forces to the humblest villages, from the imperial courts to the darkest alleys, a single question echoed everywhere.
+
+What would Max choose?
+
+***
+
+Max stood trembling in the center of his room, his body quaking as if it could no longer contain the storm building inside him. Infernal energy poured out of him in violent waves, hissing against the walls like flames starving for fuel. His teeth clenched, his breath came ragged, and his fists shook so hard that blood trickled down his palms where his nails dug into flesh.
+
+"I will slaughter them all," he muttered, voice thick with venom. His eyes glowed scarlet, pupils thinning into demonic slits. "I will devour them alive."
+
+His transformation happened in an instant. The once-white strands of his hair bled into a deep, hellish crimson, glowing faintly like molten metal under pressure. Every pulse of his aura screamed rage. The room itself trembled, shadows dancing madly on the walls.
+
+Lady Divine, who had just stepped inside, froze at the sight. Even she—a woman who had seen countless horrors in her long life—was caught off guard. Max’s sudden shift, drenched in pure infernal energy, was nothing short of terrifying. Yet there was no time to dwell on her shock. She raised her voice, firm but carrying urgency.𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶
+
+"Max, you have to calm down. This is exactly what the demons want. It’s a trap, set down to lure you out and kill you. If you charge in blindly, you’ll throw your life away."
+
+Max’s head snapped toward her. His eyes, glowing red like burning coals, locked onto hers. His voice came out low, trembling with fury. "Are you kidding me?" He took a step forward, every word like a knife in the air. "All the people I cared about in my life... every last one of them died fighting these demons. And you want me to think carefully?"
+
+His aura flared, making the floor tremble beneath his feet. "Here’s what’s going to happen," he growled. "I’ll slaughter those twin demons first. And then I’ll march into their damned war and slaughter all of them until nothing remains. Not one. Not a single trace."
+
+He took another step toward the door, his rage carrying him forward. But the moment his foot touched the ground again—
+
+Boom!
+
+A crimson cube of runic force erupted around him, closing in from all sides. The air buzzed as the barrier sealed tight, locking him in place. Its translucent walls shimmered with glowing symbols, humming with the strength of Lady Divine’s power.
+
+Max spun around, his glowing eyes narrowing dangerously. "What are you doing?" he asked, his tone eerily calm despite the flames raging inside him. The calm before a storm.
+
+Lady Divine exhaled heavily, her usual serenity shadowed by regret. "I can’t let you go. You’ll die out there, Max. Why don’t you understand this?"

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+title: "Chapter 102: Battle to Rescue - 3"
+slug: "ch-102"
+novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
+number: 102
+views: 0
+likes: 0
+wordCount: 1300
+createdAt: "2026-04-13"
+---
+
+"Abby, what is this?" Veylin questioned her, his tone authoritative.
+
+Abby shrugged, glancing at Allen. "It seems our source was wrong about him."
+
+"Damn it," Veylin cursed aloud.
+
+"So, what do you want me to do about this kid?" Jessica asked, pointing at Max. Since they had determined that this kid wasn’t a Voidwalker, they wouldn’t need him anymore.
+
+Veylin turned his venomous gaze on Max and gave the order. "Kill him."
+
+"Hehe, I will then." Jessica smiled pleasantly.
+
+Anton frowned upon seeing that. Since Max wasn’t a Voidwalker, he didn’t want him to die just yet. A genius like him wouldn’t come easily to their guild.
+
+"Hehe, how’s it going here?"
+
+Just then, black flames erupted around the scene, and many individuals clad in black cloaks with black lotus symbols appeared, one after another, led by two eye-catching figures.
+
+One was a lady with black hair wearing a mask, and the other was a man with deep yellow hair. He also wore a mask. Their strength was at level 8 and level 9 of Adept Rank, respectively.
+
+The atmosphere shifted with their arrival. The Black Lotus guild was known for its notorious nature, and their bold entrance would only mean trouble.
+
+Anton’s face darkened upon seeing them. "What is the Black Lotus guild doing here?" he asked solemnly.
+
+The man with yellow hair and the mask gazed at Anton and chuckled. "Believe me, I’m on your side today."
+
+"What do you mean?" Anton asked, sensing something was off.
+
+"Hehehe," the man in the mask chuckled and turned to Veylin. "The son of the Young Monarch has come all the way to the East Region, but I guess you’ll be very disappointed today."
+
+He added with a sneer, "You didn’t find the Voidwalker."
+
+Veylin’s expression turned dark. "Are you mocking me?"
+
+The man smirked. "Indeed. What can you do about it?"
+
+Veylin glanced at him deeply and asked, "I know the Black Lotus guild doesn’t act without reason. So tell me, what are you here for?"
+
+The man smiled and pointed at Max. "Someone paid a very hefty sum of money to make sure nothing happens to Max Morgan."
+
+A cold smile appeared on Veylin’s face. "I see. Well, you’re a bit too late."
+
+The man smiled back. "Am I?"
+
+As the two of them played with words, Max found the situation perfect for escaping.
+
+Although he was curious about who would spend money to hire the Black Lotus guild just to ensure he wouldn’t die, he couldn’t care less about it at that moment.
+
+’The Black Lotus guild is indeed very mysterious,’ Max thought, glancing at the man and woman in masks, along with the other cloaked figures who had come with them.
+
+However, his expression turned serious as he once again felt the same familiar sensation from them that he had experienced with a member of the Black Lotus back in the Burning Wilds dungeon when they were targeting Alice.
+
+’What is this feeling of familiarity?’ Max wondered curiously. ’Is it the black flames they used?’ The only thing common between him and them was the black flames. Other than that, he couldn’t tell anything that would make him feel familiar with them.
+
+’Whatever… It’s time to escape this cube.’ Max looked around and noticed that Jessica seemed to be on high alert against the masked woman from the Black Lotus guild.
+
+He had been assessing the cube since the moment he entered it, and only after seeing Jessica use her abilities to form pointed needles and containers from it did he learn of its weakness.
+
+Seeing that nobody was paying attention to him, Max moved toward Alice and held her tightly.
+
+Then, he used his Abyssal Coating skill on both hands and punched down. The Abyss Coating coating skill had nullify effects so anything formed from mana was useless against this skill.
+
+Shatter!
+
+The cube shattered like glass, and Max and Alice fell.
+
+But before anyone could react, Max took Alice and appeared beside Anton. His speed was a blur to everyone.
+
+Everyone was shocked. Many generals had fought for a long time, trying to free Alice from their grasp, but they failed. However, a kid who had recently gained unimaginable fame had done it in a few minutes.
+
+"How did you—?!" Jessica exclaimed, her tone full of shock. She simply couldn’t comprehend how someone at level 3 of the Apprentice Rank could break out of her cube.
+
+Veylin’s face became even gloomier after seeing that. They had already failed once, and now the circumstances were leading to the failure of another.
+
+"Hehe, this kid is indeed the genius with the most potential in the East Region," the man in the mask smiled, seeing that he didn’t even have to do anything to free Max.
+
+"Max, you…!" Anton was also shocked.
+
+Max handed Alice to him and said solemnly, "Take care of her."
+
+Anton gently held his sister and nodded in understanding. Flaming wings sprouted from his back as he shot into the sky with her.
+
+"Five, stop them," Veylin glanced at Five and ordered.
+
+Five also shot into the sky, sending an arc of red light toward Anton.
+
+But someone was even faster than him and appeared before Anton and Alice. It was Max. He took out his sword and deflected the arc of light toward a nearby building.
+
+Bang!
+
+The building was completely destroyed by the arc of light.
+
+Using that opportunity, Anton flew into the distance.
+
+But he was soon followed by Abby and Billy. However, they were also blocked by some people. It was Nash and the general from the cavern—the duo’s previous opponents.
+
+"What’s the hurry? We haven’t finished our business yet," Nash smiled, looking down at them, disdain evident in his voice.
+
+"Tch." Abby clicked her tongue in frustration, seeing that they were blocked by her previous ’enemies.’
+
+"You think you two can stop me all by yourselves?" she growled at them as her aura began to rise.
+
+"What if we were to join too?" Erica and Elena appeared beside Nash just then.
+
+Abby’s expression darkened upon seeing more people blocking her path. "You…" She pointed at Elena. "I work with your brother, so don’t interfere in my task."
+
+Elena said coldly, "It doesn’t matter who you work with. Alice is a friend, and since you’re trying to kidnap her, I must stop you."
+
+Abby frowned at her response. She hadn’t expected Allen’s sister to be so stubborn.
+
+Meanwhile, Allen only watched the situation with cold eyes. It seemed he wasn’t keen to join any side at the moment.
+
+Veylin, on the other hand, became gloomy. The situation had spiraled out of his control in just one moment.
+
+He flew into the sky and turned to Five. "Kill him," he ordered.
+
+With those words, he himself chased after Anton.
+
+Max glanced at him flying away and used his strongest skill, the one he currently possessed.
+
+"Celestial Tempest." He raised his sword high and swung it down.
+
+Thousands of wind blades descended from the sky, each slicing through the air with deadly precision, converging on Veylin. The relentless assault formed a storm that swirled around him, engulfing him entirely in its chaotic eye.
+
+"What is this?!" Veylin roared, frustration dripping from his voice. A spear materialized in his hand, its sharp edge gleaming with power. He swung it furiously, deflecting one wind blade after another, each clash echoing through the air like a battle drum.
+
+Yet no matter how many he blocked, the barrage showed no signs of ceasing. The wind blades kept raining down, unrelenting, as though the storm itself had decided he would not escape its wrath.
+
+Veylin’s movements grew more frantic, his spear becoming a blur as time passed, but the storm seemed infinite, intent on tearing him apart.

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+title: "Chapter 1014: Lady Divine’s Purpose"
+slug: "ch-1020"
+novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
+number: 1020
+views: 0
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+wordCount: 1009
+createdAt: "2026-04-15"
+---
+
+Max slammed his fist against the barrier, the impact ringing through the chamber. His voice cracked with a mix of fury and despair. "What is there to understand, damn it?!" His whole body shook as he shouted.
+
+His hands pressed against the glowing surface, the infernal energy around him writhing violently like it wanted to break free. Tears welled up in his bloodshot eyes and spilled down his cheeks. "Everyone I grew up with—the people I respected, the ones who helped me when I was nothing, the ones who stood by me—they were all in Valora Continent. And now they’re gone. Slaughtered. Burned out of existence!"
+
+His voice broke. The anger in his tone twisted into pain, raw and unbearable. "And you want me to just act like nothing happened? To sit here, locked away, while their killers laugh and mock us?"
+
+The tears streamed freely now, each one carrying the weight of a continent lost. His friends, the elders, the countless familiar faces of the Lower Domain—every memory stabbed into him with merciless precision. He bowed his head, his crimson hair falling into his eyes, his shoulders trembling as he pressed his forehead against the barrier.
+
+In that moment, Max wasn’t just a monster of infernal energy. He was a grieving boy, crushed beneath the weight of guilt, rage, and loss too heavy for his young shoulders to bear.
+
+"Max," she said more softly now, her tone changing from command to plea. "I am not telling you to do nothing. I am telling you to calm down. Do you not understand? If you rush into their trap now, you will die. And if you die, then what was the sacrifice of the Valora Continent for? What about Lenavira? What about the ones still alive who need you? Will you abandon them too?"
+
+Max froze for a moment, her words stabbing through his rage like daggers. His shoulders trembled, his breath ragged. But then his eyes hardened once more, the flames roaring around him.
+
+"I can’t abandon them. Not this time. Not again." His voice was low, shaking, but every word carried iron. "Every time I’ve chosen to hold back, every time I’ve chosen to stay in the shadows, more people have died. I won’t let it happen again. Even if I die, I’ll take those bastards with me."
+
+Lady Divine closed her eyes for a moment, sighing as though the weight of centuries pressed down on her. She could see it clearly—the boy was breaking, not because he was weak, but because he was carrying too much. His grief was becoming his weapon, and also his greatest danger.𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦
+
+"Max," she whispered, her voice like a mother’s to a furious child, "you are not alone in this war. Do not burn yourself to ash before it truly begins."
+
+But Max only pressed his hands against the runic prison, his tears glowing in the crimson light, his whisper echoing like a vow:
+
+"I will slaughter them all. Every last one. Until the word ’demon’ is nothing but a forgotten curse."
+
+Lady Divine’s gaze lingered on Max, unblinking, searching. His eyes glowed a piercing red, his hair burned like liquid fire, and the infernal energy swirled around him in endless waves. She had seen countless cultivators consumed by their own darkness before, but Max... Max was different.
+
+It unsettled her.
+
+For as long as she could remember, infernal energy had only ever meant one thing—the unshackling of the darkest impulses buried inside the human heart. Rage. Anguish. Hatred. Bloodlust. To wield it was to surrender yourself to its nature. That was the truth she had seen again and again. And yet here stood Max, radiating everything infernal energy was supposed to bring out, but at the same time... untouched by it.
+
+He trembled with anger, yes. His grief was sharp and his intent to kill palpable, yes. But none of it consumed him. None of it twisted him into a beast. Instead, he was calm in his fury, lucid in his despair, his pain still tethered to compassion. The contradictions burned in her mind.
+
+He was in control.
+
+Completely.
+
+Just like one other man she had encountered in her long life. A memory she had tried to bury. For a moment, her chest tightened, a trace of fear creeping into her otherwise tranquil heart.
+
+"This is a very huge matter, Max," she finally said, her voice calm though her heart felt anything but. "I can’t let you do whatever you want here."
+
+Her words seemed to hang in the air, battling against the infernal aura that pressed against the walls of her prison.
+
+"I may not fully understand your grief," she admitted, her tone softer, her eyes flickering with something almost like pity, "but I do know this is hard for you. Still, I cannot stand by and let humanity’s greatest genius throw his life away. Not when the one who currently bears the title of strongest genius is nothing more than a cowardly fool—watching from the shadows, refusing to act while the world burns."
+
+Her eyes narrowed, her voice gaining weight as she continued. "Let’s be honest with ourselves. The demons caught us off guard. Their infiltration was so deep, so thorough, that had it not been for you, we would have been blind to their schemes until it was far too late. You were the one who tore open their disguise, who revealed their plots. And because of that, I can say with certainty that this war against the demons... will only grow worse for us humans from here on."
+
+A long silence followed, but Lady Divine pressed on. "That’s why, when Hermes came to me seeking help for an elf—asking me to restore her from her dark elf form—I volunteered. It wasn’t just about Lenavira. It was about you. From that day, I decided to keep an eye on you, to make sure you didn’t do anything reckless. To stop you from making a mistake that could end not just your life, but our hope as a race."

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+title: "Chapter 1015: Collective Decision"
+slug: "ch-1021"
+novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
+number: 1021
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+createdAt: "2026-04-15"
+---
+
+Max’s aura flared, pressing harder against the cube, but his expression did not waver. Slowly, he raised his head, his crimson eyes locking with hers, steady as a blade resting on her throat. His voice was calm, but the sharpness within it cut deeper than his rage ever could.
+
+"Are you alone in this?" he asked.
+
+The words hung in the air like a challenge, quiet but merciless.
+
+"Of course not." Lady Divine’s voice was calm, but her eyes carried a hint of steel as she answered his question. "It isn’t only me. This is the unanimous decision of the Four God Nation, the Hunter Association, the Obsidian Order, and the rest of the Seven Overlord Forces."
+
+She held his gaze firmly. "You are very important for the human race, Max. Even more so now that the demons have declared open war against us. That is why I cannot, under any circumstances, allow you to go out there and throw your life away. Please... try to understand this."
+
+Her plea was calm, almost gentle, but the words struck Max like chains tightening around his neck.
+
+For a long moment he said nothing. He only stood there, crimson eyes glowing, the red aura of his infernal energy growing thicker—spreading, curling around his body like a storm ready to explode. His shoulders shook faintly as the fury boiled inside him, and then, finally, he spoke.
+
+"Why," Max said, his voice low and dangerous, "does everyone think I am just a pawn to be controlled?"
+
+His gaze cut into her like a blade.
+
+"Mark was the same. Lucien was the same. That witch was the same. You—" he stabbed a finger toward her, "and all the other leaders of the human race are the same. And to some extent..." his voice cracked faintly, his aura trembling with it, "even my sister was the same. Always. Always I am just some pawn. Used when needed. Tossed aside when not. And I..." His teeth clenched, his aura flaring sharper. "I am sick of this."
+
+Lady Divine’s face darkened at his words. "It’s not like tha—"
+
+"Do you think I don’t understand this!?" Max’s roar cut across her voice like thunder. His shout made the red runes of the cubic prison tremble faintly.
+
+His crimson gaze locked onto her with terrifying intensity, his words laced with pain and fury. "I once thought... even for a moment... that you might understand me. When you advised me to stand still, to hold myself back against the raging wars, I thought you were sincere. I thought maybe, just maybe, you cared about me beyond what I could do for you. But now..." His voice rose again, filled with fire. "...now I realize it was all just a facade. Another layer of control. Another leash to stop me from fighting back. Another trick to cage me."
+
+His hands shook violently as his aura roared. "I am truly sick of this!"
+
+Bang!
+
+Max’s fist slammed into the glowing wall of the red cubic prison. The impact rang through the chamber like a thunderclap. But the result was humiliating—like striking a mountain with bare flesh. The prison absorbed the blow effortlessly. Only faint ripples spread outward across its surface before vanishing into stillness. Nothing broke. Nothing yielded.
+
+Max stood there, his chest heaving. His rage burned hotter. His infernal aura writhed violently, and his eyes glowed like embers caught in a storm.
+
+Then, with a snarl, he raised his right hand. His palm shimmered, shifting into a radiant white glow—the power of Void Coating spreading across his arm, layering it with a sheen of void energy. His fingers curled into a claw as he turned back toward the wall of his prison.
+
+"Break," he hissed.
+
+Bang!
+
+His glowing hand smashed into the red wall. Sparks of light and runes flared violently on impact. The prison shuddered as if it had been struck by a world-crushing hammer. The sound rattled through the room like an earthquake.
+
+And yet...
+
+The result was the same.
+
+The cubic barrier only rippled, its runes trembling like water under pressure, before returning to stillness. The wall stood unbroken, untarnished.
+
+The power of his fury was not enough. Not yet.
+
+Max’s chest rose and fell sharply, his breath ragged, his crimson eyes burning even hotter as the silence that followed pressed down like iron.
+
+"Don’t sweat it," Lady Divine said, her tone steady, unshaken by his rage. "This prison is made of runes designed specifically to hold Divine Rank experts. Not peak Champion Rank, not Mythic Rank. Divine Rank. You can’t possibly break free of this until and unless I allow it."
+
+Her words fell like a cold reminder of his limits, but Max seemed deaf to them. His shoulders trembled, veins lit with red lightning as he coiled his fist again and slammed it into the barrier.
+
+Bang!
+
+Once more, the crimson surface rippled harmlessly. No cracks. No damage. Only futility.
+
+Lady Divine’s gaze softened for the first time. "Only those who have reached mastery in the Divine Rank—those at the Seventh Cycle or higher—could hope to shatter this prison," she continued calmly. "Even then, they would bleed for it."
+
+Her eyes, however, were no longer fixed on Max. They were looking skyward, her expression darkening.
+
+A heartbeat later, the air above them split with streaks of light. Figures descended swiftly, robes fluttering like banners of authority. They landed with the weight of mountains surrounding the courtyard.
+
+Hermes, his imperial robes flowing, aura restrained yet heavy.
+
+Princess Lyra, her face pale with worry, her emerald eyes fixed on Max with both relief and guilt.
+
+Behind them, many elders of the Great Ruler Empire stood solemnly, their presence thunderous.
+
+And among them—President William, his bearing grim, Elder Liam at his side. Both men’s eyes carried the sharpness of seasoned veterans, yet even their gazes wavered when it fell upon Max.
+
+The crowd collectively looked at the crimson cube. They saw Max inside, hair turned deep red, eyes glowing with fury, infernal energy swirling like a curse around his body. Shock flickered across their faces, but relief quickly followed when they realized he was contained. Lady Divine’s prison held firm.
+
+They all knew. They all understood.

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+title: "Chapter 1016: Caged Up"
+slug: "ch-1022"
+novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
+number: 1022
+views: 0
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+wordCount: 1024
+createdAt: "2026-04-15"
+---
+
+Max’s gaze swept across them—Hermes, William, Liam, Lyra. His lips curled into a bitter smile. "Did you all know about this?" His voice dripped with accusation, but also carried a tinge of desperate hope. Hope that someone—anyone—would deny it.
+
+But silence answered him.
+
+The weight of it pressed heavier than chains.
+
+Max’s laugh rang out, harsh and broken. "Of course you knew. Of course you’re all in this together." His fists trembled at his sides, lightning cracking.
+
+"The team from the Four God Nation will arrive here tomorrow." Hermes said, his voice low but firm as he glanced at Lady Divine. The weight behind his words made the entire chamber fall into a brief silence.
+
+Lady Divine nodded lightly, her calm eyes carrying a faint trace of regret as she turned to Max. "We are sorry for this, but you and the other Heaven Grade geniuses have already been arranged to enter the Heavenly Lord Secret Domain. Until that moment arrives, I cannot allow you to act freely. If I don’t restrict you, I fear you will throw yourself into unnecessary danger." Her palm shimmered faintly, and Max could already feel the suppressive runes tightening around him. "So, I can only make you immobile."
+
+Max’s jaw tightened. He didn’t bother answering her. He simply glanced back, cold and unreadable, but deep in his chest he felt the familiar burn of distrust flaring stronger. In this whole damned world, he truly felt like no one could be trusted.
+
+---
+
+He was moved to another chamber later, but even this so-called "room" was nothing more than a prison cloaked in elegance. The red cubic prison Lady Divine had created surrounded him entirely, its translucent walls carved with faint runic patterns that pulsed like veins of blood. They didn’t bind his body, but they locked his freedom all the same. He knew she didn’t want him to slip away and go after his enemies before the time came.
+
+Blob stayed with him inside, floating restlessly, his round form occasionally shifting in color. Lenavira lay unconscious on the bed to the side, her breathing shallow but steady. Before Hermes and William had left, she had whispered to Max in secret, telling him that she had found a way to remove the curse—but the situation hadn’t allowed her to say more.
+
+The thought lingered in Max’s mind like an itch he couldn’t scratch, making the bitterness in his chest deepen. It only added to his growing suspicion. No one here was worth trusting. Not even those who smiled kindly.
+
+That night, silence hung heavy over the room. Max sat cross-legged on the floor, his back straight, his hands resting loosely on his knees. His hair, usually a dark shade, was still burning with that strange red hue, glowing faintly under the flickering lights. The infernal energy around him didn’t calm down—it grew thicker, sharper, almost like a living flame crawling across his skin. Each breath he exhaled came out with a faint ripple of scorching heat.
+
+"Max, you should calm down a bit and return to your normal form," Blob finally spoke, frowning as he hovered closer to the glowing red walls of the cubic prison. His small eyes reflected the ominous aura swirling around Max. "Your infernal energy is growing deeper by the second. This isn’t normal."
+
+Max opened his eyes slowly. They glowed faintly with that same crimson burn, his voice flat and detached when he replied, "You don’t need to worry about that."
+
+Blob’s expression darkened. "Don’t play it off. The last time you tried this... you know exactly what happened." His tone was firm, his usually casual demeanor absent.
+
+But Max didn’t say anything. His eyes drifted past Blob, fixed instead on the runic walls of the cubic prison, as though he was reading something beyond the naked eye.
+
+Blob sighed, his frown deepening. "I know you’re in control of your infernal energy. I’ve seen you train in that form countless times. You’ve gotten good at it, no doubt. But I’ve also seen what happens when you try to keep it for too long. Don’t make the same mistake again." His voice carried a rare trace of pleading, but also stern warning. "Switch back before it’s too late."
+
+Max finally turned his head, his crimson eyes sliding toward Blob for just a second. But he didn’t answer. His mind was elsewhere—somewhere far away, buried in darker thoughts that even Blob couldn’t reach.
+
+Just at that moment, the heavy silence in the room was broken. The door creaked open, its faint sound echoing inside the prison chamber. A soft breeze slipped in through the gap, carrying with it a trace of cool night air.
+
+Max’s eyes, glowing faintly red beneath his lowered lashes, shifted toward the doorway.
+
+Princess Lyra stepped inside, her royal robes trailing lightly behind her. Her expression was complicated—caught somewhere between guilt and determination. For a moment, she hesitated as her gaze fell on Max seated cross-legged within the glowing red cubic prison.
+
+"I... am sorry," she finally said, her voice quieter than usual, almost trembling. "But this was the only way."
+
+Max didn’t move. His crimson eyes stayed locked on her, silent, unyielding.
+
+Lyra bit her lip, guilt flashing across her face. She took a small step closer, her hands clenching into fists at her sides. "I know what you must be thinking—that we betrayed you, locked you away like some criminal. But you don’t understand."
+
+Her voice grew steadier as she continued, forcing herself to explain. "Those twin demons that challenged you—we investigated them. And what we found..." She paused, exhaling slowly. "Their strength is at the peak of the Mythic Rank. You must realize what that means, Max. I know you’re extraordinary. I know you can fight above your rank. But you don’t understand how wide the gulf becomes at that level. In Mythic Rank, a single level isn’t just a step forward—it’s as vast as the entire Legend Rank put together. The very purpose of Mythic Rank is to build and store power, layer by layer, enough to impact the life and death cycles of the Divine Rank itself."

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+title: "Chapter 1017: A Little Talk with Lyra"
+slug: "ch-1023"
+novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
+number: 1023
+views: 0
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+wordCount: 1049
+createdAt: "2026-04-15"
+---
+
+Her words echoed in the chamber like a lecture from history itself, heavy with reason and warning. She pressed on.
+
+"This is why even those geniuses who reach Mythic Rank young—some in their eighties or nineties, which is already considered remarkable—don’t rush. They take centuries. Many only attempt to step into Divine Rank when they’re six or seven hundred years old. Some wait until they’ve lived a full thousand years. Because they know—one mistake at that stage means eternal damnation."
+
+Her voice dropped lower, and her eyes darkened. "And those two twin demons... they’ve been at the peak of Mythic Rank for over a thousand years. Waiting. Accumulating power. Do you understand now? If you rush toward them recklessly, you won’t be avenging anyone—you’ll just be throwing your life away."
+
+Max’s lips curled into a bitter laugh. It wasn’t amusement. It was scorn. "So according to you, I should sit quietly. Train obediently for thousands of years. Pretend like nothing happened. Pretend like the ones I cared about weren’t butchered in front of me. That’s what you expect me to do?" He leaned forward, his voice like ice cracking across the floor. "This is bullshit."
+
+The infernal energy around him flared suddenly, the red glow of the cubic prison flickering against his aura. His eyes burned brighter, stabbing straight into Lyra’s. "These demons killed everyone I cared about in this damned world. And you—" he jabbed a finger toward her without standing, "you want me to wait, to ’train’ like some obedient child? Do you even believe the words coming out of your mouth?"
+
+His laugh turned sharp and cold. "And don’t talk to me about doubting my strength. None of you—none of you—understand a damn thing about it."
+
+He rose to his feet now, infernal flames licking faintly around his form, casting sharp shadows against the walls. "Lady Divine—she knows how to cure her." His gaze slid to Lenavira’s still body on the bed, his voice turning razor-edged with fury. "She knows how to remove the curse. She knows how to wake her. But her answer? That it wasn’t the right time. That the current situation didn’t allow it.
+
+His aura surged violently, pressing against the runes of the cubic prison until they trembled. "And what do you think that means?"
+
+The air turned heavy. Lyra’s eyes widened, her breath caught. She stumbled a step back, shaken not only by the fury in Max’s words but by the storm of infernal power that shook the very room.
+
+"I... I didn’t know," she whispered, her voice breaking. Her face went pale, shock flashing in her eyes as she stared at Lenavira’s unconscious figure. "I truly... didn’t know about this."
+
+"She wants to control me using Lenavira as leverage." Max’s voice was low but it carried the weight of thunder. His eyes glowed an even deeper crimson, and the infernal aura around him pulsed violently against the red runes of the prison cube. "She knows I would do anything to save her. Anything. And now she’s using that to restrain me."
+
+His lips curled into a bitter smile, the kind that made the air itself feel heavy. "And the more I think about it, the more it makes sense. Looking at the current situation, I can’t help but feel that it was her all along. That she was the one who forced Lenavira into this cursed state. That it was her who pushed her into the dark self."
+
+His laughter was cold, humorless, echoing against the walls like a blade dragged across stone. "The answer was right in front of me this whole time. And yet, like a fool, I kept asking why the Ascendants suddenly decided to come after me. Why they suddenly seemed so intent on breaking me." His fists clenched. "First she drives Lenavira into this nightmare... then she plays the role of a savior, offering her help, wrapping it all in her holy words, just so she can keep her eyes on me. Just so she can tighten the leash."
+
+Max’s gaze snapped back toward the door, his voice sharpening. "If this is what you call protecting me, then I don’t need it. Not if the cost is my friends. Not if it means watching them suffer just to keep me in chains."
+
+Princess Lyra flinched. She had thought she was prepared for Max’s anger, but the raw pain laced in his words cut deeper than any blade. Her lips trembled, yet no words came out. She wanted to refute him, to say Lady Divine would never stoop so low. But under Max’s glare, the conviction in her heart felt brittle. Doubt seeped in where certainty had once lived.
+
+"If you truly see me as a friend," Max said at last, his tone softer but infinitely heavier, "then save Lenavira first. That’s all I want." He sighed, a sound filled with exhaustion rather than surrender.
+
+Lyra swallowed hard. Then her eyes hardened with resolve. "I will go and ask Lady Divine about this myself." Her words were firm, but her voice betrayed the weight she carried. Without giving Max a chance to reply, she turned and hurried out of the room, her footsteps fading quickly into the silence.
+
+The moment the door shut, the atmosphere inside the prison chamber shifted. A suffocating tension spread across the air, thick enough to choke. The red glow of the cubic runes flickered with Max’s unstable aura, each pulse sharper than the last.
+
+For a long time, no one spoke. Then, Blob’s voice broke the silence. "You know... Lenavira was already in her dark elf state before you ever revealed your potential to the world." His tone was steady, but there was a trace of quiet concern beneath it.
+
+Max tilted his head, crimson light reflecting in his cold eyes. He gave a slight shrug, his expression dark and indifferent. "I don’t care. What I know is simple—she has the means to help Lenavira, yet she chooses not to. That alone makes her my enemy." His voice hardened, each word carrying the weight of an oath. "And I have no doubt she intends to use Lenavira as a bargaining chip. A chain to control me."
+
+The flames around him flared again, the runes of the prison groaning under the pressure.

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+title: "Chapter 1018: Arrival of the Four God Nation"
+slug: "ch-1024"
+novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
+number: 1024
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+wordCount: 1041
+createdAt: "2026-04-15"
+---
+
+"What are you going to do?" Blob finally asked, breaking the silence that had been gnawing at the room. His small form drifted closer, eyes narrowing with worry. After a pause, he added carefully, "I’d suggest calming down first. Think through this situation properly before you do something reckless. That Lyra girl—whatever else she might be hiding—wasn’t lying about the twin demons. If they’re really at the peak of Mythic Rank, then you don’t stand a chance. Not now. That’s not an insult, Max—that’s coming from me, someone who knows your full strength better than anyone."
+
+Max turned his head slowly, his crimson eyes burning with a quiet, simmering rage. He stared at Blob as if the words were smoke drifting past him. Then, his lips parted, voice steady but sharp.
+
+"Do you think I’m not calm enough? Does this look like I’m losing control?" His aura flared briefly, pressing against the runes of the cubic prison, but his voice remained measured. "No. I am calm. Too calm, maybe. And I’ve already thought this through—long before tonight. I want to slaughter those demons. Every last one of them. I want to wipe their existence from this world."
+
+His fists trembled as his eyes glowed even brighter, the infernal energy around him rising like a storm barely contained. "Do you know what’s worse than losing everyone I cared about? It’s knowing that they all died because of me. That my existence, my power, my curse—whatever the hell you want to call it—was the reason they were slaughtered. The people of Valora Continent. My friends. The ones I swore I’d protect. Gone. And every time I close my eyes, I see it. The guilt—it’s crushing me. I can’t breathe under it. I can’t live doing nothing with this weight pressing down on my chest."
+
+His voice cracked, crimson tears threatening to fall. His jaw tightened as he forced the words out. "You don’t know what this feels like, Blob. I feel pathetic. Worthless. Like a piece of shit who couldn’t keep anything safe. And above all of that..." His hand clenched so tightly the veins stood out along his arm, and his voice dropped to a near whisper. "There’s this ever-growing desire to kill. A fire that won’t go out. It’s been raging in my heart since that day, eating me alive. I can’t ignore it. I can’t control it. I can’t live with it."
+
+The tears finally slid down his cheeks, burning against his skin like molten glass.
+
+Blob stayed quiet for a moment, watching his friend break in front of him. Then, with a sudden shift in tone, he nodded firmly. "You know what? Fuck them all. I’m with you, buddy. I’ve seen you grow, seen everything you’ve endured. And seeing you like this—broken, suffocating—I feel pathetic too. So go ahead. Do what you want. Chase what your heart demands. If it’s slaughter you want, then let the world drown in blood. I’ll be right here. Watching. Standing with you. And if you die..." His voice softened. "At least you won’t die alone."𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚
+
+Max inhaled sharply, his shoulders trembling as he reached up to wipe the tears away with the back of his hand. He gave Blob a single nod, a faint shadow of gratitude flickering through his red eyes.
+
+"So..." Blob asked quietly, though the tension never left his tone. "What are you going to do? Because let me remind you—this prison you’re in... it isn’t something you can break with your current strength. Not as you are right now."
+
+Max’s expression darkened, the flicker of gratitude vanishing under cold resolve. His voice came out flat, yet heavy with intent. "I know. And I already have something in mind. I’ve been planning it since the moment they locked me in here."
+
+Blob gave a slow nod. "Alright. Then you focus on that. I’ll keep an eye on Lenavira. Whatever happens, she won’t be left unprotected."
+
+Max glanced at Lenavira’s unconscious figure on the bed, his crimson eyes softening for the briefest moment before hardening again. He lowered himself back down to the floor, crossing his legs, and shut his eyes. His aura pulsed once, then slowly sank inward, condensing.
+
+And then he resumed. The same silent, grim task he had been repeating for hours—the one that gnawed at the runic prison with every breath, every thought, every ounce of infernal will he poured into it.
+
+***
+
+The next day dawned heavy with anticipation. The arrival of the delegation from the Four God Nation stirred the entire Great Ruler Empire. Guards lined the palace halls, attendants bowed in silence, and the air itself seemed to grow warmer as flames rippled faintly through the grand corridors.
+
+The visitors came from the Phoenix God Nation. Their presence alone carried an oppressive majesty—robes embroidered with flaming phoenixes, every step steady and confident. At their head walked a middle-aged man with long crimson hair that flowed down his back like a waterfall of fire. His expression was calm, almost regal, but there was no mistaking the weight of authority he carried. This was Aden Fireborne, the leader of the Phoenix God Nation.
+
+Beside him, a young woman walked with her head slightly lowered, her eyes troubled. Alice. Her crimson hair shimmered under the light filtering through the palace windows, but her usual arrogance was absent. Instead, there was only unease.
+
+She finally broke the silence. "Father... I know what you are doing is for Max’s protection. I understand that. But he won’t like this treatment. You’re locking him away, treating him like a danger instead of trusting him. If anything, this will only make him angrier. It will make him hate the Four God Nation." Her voice trembled slightly at the end, the worry in her tone impossible to hide.
+
+Aden glanced at her, his steps never faltering. His calm voice filled the hall, steady as stone. "I know, Alice. Do you think I don’t understand that boy’s temperament? But you must also understand—this decision doesn’t rest solely in my hands. It is the unanimous agreement of all the leaders of the Middle Domain. When a thousand voices rise in unity, a single disagreement means nothing. Even if I stood against it, nothing would change."

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+title: "Chapter 1019: Gone"
+slug: "ch-1025"
+novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
+number: 1025
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+
+Alice bit her lip, her expression darkening further. She wanted to argue, but she knew he was right. Her father was powerful, but he was not above the collective will of the Middle Domain’s rulers. In the end, her disagreement would have been drowned out, ignored like a ripple in a vast ocean.
+
+Yet her heart remained heavy. She could only hope Max wouldn’t grow to hate the Four God Nation for this. She knew him too well. She knew his stubbornness, his refusal to bend, his burning pride that refused to forgive betrayal. And that was what this felt like to him—betrayal.
+
+Alice lowered her gaze, her fists tightening at her sides. She had forced her father to bring her along on this journey. She couldn’t sit idly by, not after everything that had happened. When news of the Valora Continent reached her ears, she had cried for days. The memories of that place cut into her like knives.
+
+Valora had been different. It wasn’t like the Four God Nation, where every smile carried calculation, where every "friendship" came with strings attached to her identity as the princess of the Phoenix God Nation. In Valora, she had found real friends. People who laughed with her, ate with her, teased her—without ever caring about her background. Without bowing or flattering or treating her like porcelain.
+
+And now... all of them were gone. Slaughtered. Burned out of existence.
+
+Her chest ached as she thought of Max. If it hurt her this much, what must it have done to him? He had lived there. He had grown up with those people, fought for them, bled for them. He had lost everything.
+
+Because she understood that, she understood the state Max must be in now. His rage, his despair, his guilt—they weren’t difficult for her to imagine. That was why she couldn’t stay behind. That was why she had insisted on coming.
+
+No matter what happened, she had to be there. For him.
+
+The delegation of the Phoenix God Nation was escorted through the glittering corridors of the imperial palace until they arrived before the Hall of Elders. The hall itself was vast and majestic, its ceiling lined with golden arches and its walls etched with runes of protection and authority. A dozen figures were already waiting within—Emperor Hermes himself at the forefront, along with the seated elders of the Great Ruler Empire.
+
+As Aden Fireborne and his entourage stepped inside, every elder stood in unison, their voices echoing together in solemn greeting.
+
+"Welcome, Grandmaster Aden."
+
+Their respect was evident not just in their words but in the slight bow of their heads.
+
+Lady Divine, however, did not rise. She remained seated in her chair at the side, her slender fingers delicately holding a porcelain cup of tea. She sipped leisurely, unbothered, her calm eyes sweeping over the newcomers. Princess Lyra stood near her, but unlike Lady Divine, her face was clouded, her expression dark and uneasy.
+
+Aden Fireborne, the crimson-haired ruler of the Phoenix God Nation, nodded faintly at the greeting. His presence burned with quiet authority, the aura of one who commanded nations. "Hmm. Hermes... Divine. Take me to Max," he said evenly, his deep voice carrying no excess emotion.
+
+Lady Divine set down her cup with a soft clink. "Are you still angry that we chose this course of action?" she asked, her tone light, almost teasing. "You were the only one who stood against it."
+
+Aden’s expression didn’t shift, his calm unbroken. He shook his head. "I still don’t believe caging him until the Heavenly Lord Secret Domain opens is the right choice. But what’s done is done. The decision was unanimous. I was one voice against thousands, and my protest meant nothing."
+
+"Oh?" Lady Divine arched a brow, her calmness faltering for just a breath. She had expected fiery resistance, but his composure surprised her. "Well, in that case... let us go to Max."
+
+The group moved together through the winding halls. The room assigned to Max wasn’t far from the Hall of Elders—deliberately chosen for convenience. And though he had been confined within Lady Divine’s red cubic prison, the chamber itself was arranged luxuriously, without chains, guards, or visible security. It was a concession meant to soften the weight of imprisonment, a trick to make him feel less like a prisoner.
+
+Lady Divine was the first to step inside, her white robes brushing against the polished floor. Aden followed closely, his daughter Alice at his side, with Hermes and the other elders trailing behind.
+
+But the moment they entered, everyone froze.
+
+The room was empty.
+
+The bed was neatly made. The floor was spotless. The walls hummed faintly with residual energy, but there was no trace of Max, Lenavira, or Blob. It was as though they had vanished into thin air.
+
+Aden’s brows furrowed sharply. "Huh? Where is he?" His calm tone cracked for the first time, his eyes scanning the chamber with piercing focus.
+
+Lyra’s hands clenched at her sides, her heart dropping. "How... how is this possible? I was here last night! He was here. He was right here. How could he just disappear?" Her voice was tight with disbelief, panic seeping through.
+
+Hermes’s expression grew grave, but it was Lady Divine whose face changed the most. Her usual serenity shattered as her gaze fell upon the corner of the room where her cubic prison had once stood. The faintest traces of broken runes lingered there, flickering like dying embers.
+
+Her face darkened, her lips tightening into a thin line. "He is gone," she said coldly, her voice low and sharp.
+
+The room went silent. Every eye turned toward her.
+
+"What do you mean, gone?" Aden demanded, his red hair flicking as he straightened, his voice heavy with authority. The elders too leaned forward, unease thickening in the air.
+
+Lady Divine’s eyes narrowed, her jaw tense. Each word was spat with rare ugliness. "Max... has escaped."
+
+"Escaped? Are you kidding me?" Emperor Hermes scoffed, his voice echoing sharply in the empty chamber. His expression twisted with disbelief as he turned toward Lady Divine. "Your runes are the strongest in the entire world. Stronger than any runes, stronger than any binding technique. Even if I were to be locked inside one of your prisons, I would find myself completely helpless. And you’re telling me Max—at his current level—simply broke free? Impossible. He isn’t strong enough to shatter your runic prison."
+
+Lady Divine didn’t reply immediately. She remained seated where she was, her usually serene expression faintly clouded. Her gaze wandered across the room, settling on the faint traces of broken runes etched into the ground where the red cube had once stood. Her silence was telling—her mind clearly turning back to something Max had said long ago.

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+title: "Chapter 1020: Max’s final words"
+slug: "ch-1026"
+novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
+number: 1026
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+
+Aden Fireborne, who had been silent until now, narrowed his eyes. His voice carried the weight of fire and authority. "Divine... what’s going on? How did Max break through a runic shield that even most Divine Rank experts wouldn’t be able to touch? Explain."
+
+Finally, Lady Divine exhaled softly, setting her teacup down with care. "I don’t think he broke it by force," she said, her tone calm yet edged with gravity. "I think... he dismantled my runic prison by comprehending it."
+
+The hall fell silent.
+
+Aden’s brows furrowed deeper. "What do you mean?" he asked, his voice solemn, unwilling to accept such an outrageous possibility without clarity.
+
+Lady Divine’s eyes flickered with memory. "When I was treating his friend, Max said something peculiar. He told me he was able to understand my runes. He even claimed that, given enough time, he would be able to replicate them himself. At the time, I dismissed it. I thought he meant centuries of study. I believed he would need lifetimes of dedication before even scratching the surface of my work." She shook her head slowly, her face tightening.
+
+Turning her gaze to the vacant spot where Max once sat imprisoned, her voice grew heavier. "But from the looks of it... I vastly underestimated him. He didn’t just study them. He comprehended them fully. Enough to unravel the foundation of the runes without triggering resistance or chaos. That level of mastery... only happens when one’s control of runes stands on equal ground with mine."
+
+A sharp intake of breath swept through the hall. The elders exchanged looks of open disbelief, their eyes wide. Even Aden’s calm composure flickered, his gaze narrowing sharply.
+
+Because they all knew the truth. Lady Divine might appear youthful—like a woman in her forties at most—but beneath that appearance was one of the oldest living figures in the Middle Domain. For centuries beyond count, she had dedicated herself solely to runes. Studying, refining, and transcending them until she reached heights no other had touched. Her mastery was the result of endless years of obsession.
+
+And yet Max, a boy who had only begun receiving her guidance three or four months ago, had accomplished something inconceivable. He had not only grasped her runes but dismantled them—her prison, a structure that could bind even Divine Rank experts—without leaving so much as a ripple of disturbance.
+
+It was nothing short of monstrous.
+
+The silence that followed was heavy, broken only by the faint hum of fading energy in the room. Every elder present could only draw in a breath of cold air, their hearts shaken. Max hadn’t simply escaped. He had proven himself capable of stepping into a realm of comprehension that defied common sense.
+
+Lady Divine’s lips curved into a faint smile, though even she could not hide the trace of disbelief in her eyes. "Even though I guided him here and there on the path of runes and soul power... I never imagined he could dismantle my prison so cleanly. This guy... he’s a complete freak of a monster." Her voice carried a mixture of awe and resignation.
+
+She knew exactly what it had taken her to reach this height. Centuries of painstaking dedication, endless failures, sleepless years of pouring herself into the mysteries of runes. All of that time and torment, and yet this boy—this boy who had only walked the path for four months under her casual guidance—stood on the same level as her. It was terrifying. It was exhilarating. And it was humiliating.𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎
+
+To still her doubts, she slowly released her soul power, letting it seep through the room to see if perhaps she had overlooked some hidden clue.
+
+Swish!
+
+The air rippled, and suddenly a rune at the center of the chamber lit up, glowing with a soft, eerie brilliance. Before anyone could react, the glow coalesced into a figure—a young man with flowing red hair and eyes like burning coals.
+
+"Max?!" Alice gasped, stepping forward, her heart skipping a beat.
+
+Lady Divine raised a hand calmly, her expression steady. "No. That’s an illusion rune. He left this behind."
+
+The figure flickered once, then lifted its head. The eyes locked onto them all, burning with controlled fury. When it spoke, the voice was unmistakably Max’s—sharp, cutting, and filled with a weight that silenced the room.
+
+"Lady Divine, I’ve had enough time to think about the situation you forced me into. And I’ll admit it—you were right about one thing. Maybe I’m reckless. Maybe I needed time. But that doesn’t give you the right to cage me like an animal. I hate this. I hate it from the bottom of my heart."
+
+The elders shifted uncomfortably, the weight of his voice pressing down like chains.
+
+Max’s figure continued, his words only growing colder. "And what I hate even more... is someone threatening me with my friend. You told me you had a solution to save Lenavira, but you never said what it was. You turned your back and walked away, leaving her to rot. Why? Why didn’t you save her? Were these four months of you ’treating’ her nothing but a lie? Were you keeping her in this state just to keep me here? Or is there something you’re still not telling me?"
+
+Lady Divine’s hand trembled faintly against her teacup.
+
+Max’s holographic eyes burned hotter, his expression grim. "I thought about it. I thought about it for hours. And in the end, I came to one answer. You finally figured out how to remove the curse from her body, didn’t you? But you didn’t tell me. Why? Because you wanted to control me through her. You knew I would do anything to save Lenavira. After all, you’ve known me for four months—long enough to judge my character. And when the moment came, when you had the chance to awaken her, you refused. Not because you couldn’t—but because of your ulterior motives."
+
+His figure shook its head, the bitter smile on his lips more painful than anger. "I hate this. I hate this more than you can imagine. Why didn’t you tell me? I trusted you. I believed you would help me awaken Lenavira. But I was wrong again. Trusting people has always been my mistake."
+
+A pause stretched in the air like a blade poised to strike.
+
+"Don’t come looking for me. Not unless you want another problem at your hands—one far more dangerous than demons or nulls."
+
+With those final words, the rune shimmered once before dissolving into sparks of fading light.
+
+Silence crushed the chamber.
+
+No one spoke. No one dared.
+
+Alice stood frozen, her chest aching as though someone had driven a knife into her heart. She was worried about Max and now Lenavira too. She couldn’t understand how she came into all of this.
+
+Emperor Hermes clenched his fists, his face twisting with a mixture of fury and dread.
+
+Aden’s expression was grim, though a flicker of something—pride, or perhaps understanding—lingered in his eyes.
+
+The elders looked at one another, pale, shaken.
+
+And Lady Divine... Lady Divine only stared calmly in the air, her thoughts unknown.

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+title: "Chapter 1021: Coming down to the Lower Domain"
+slug: "ch-1027"
+novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
+number: 1027
+views: 0
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+---
+
+The Valora Continent was no more.
+
+What once stood as a land of bustling cities, proud guilds, and vibrant human life was now reduced to a nightmare of ruin and silence. The sky hung low and gray, choked with ash and smoke that still rose from smoldering wreckage. The very air reeked of death—thick with the metallic stench of blood and the sickly sweet rot of corpses left unburied.
+
+The ground was littered with the bodies of men, women, and children. Human corpses sprawled everywhere, their lifeless eyes staring blankly into the void. Limbs torn apart, torsos shredded, bones cracked open—blood and entrails painted the earth in grotesque shades of red and black. Some clutched broken weapons, their hands still stiff in death, as if refusing to let go of their final act of defiance.𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞
+
+The land itself bore the scars of destruction. Massive craters pockmarked the earth where demonic power had struck, each one filled with stagnant pools of crimson rain and ash. Forests were reduced to charred wastelands of skeletal trees.
+
+Rivers ran red, clogged with the bodies of the fallen, their waters no longer clear but thick with rot. Even the mountains in the distance looked broken, as if the very bones of the continent had been shattered.
+
+This was not a battlefield that had ended. It was an extermination ground. A massacre so complete that life itself had been erased from the land.
+
+This was the Valora Continent.
+
+A continent once brimming with humanity, now nothing more than a scar on the world. A graveyard stretching endlessly, silent and accusing.
+
+Max’s figure floated high above the Valora Continent, his body suspended in the smoky air, his crimson eyes fixed upon the land below. From this height, the full scope of the devastation spread endlessly before him.
+
+Where once lay a thriving continent—filled with cities, guilds, forests, and life—now stretched nothing but ruin, corpses, and silence. The faint breeze carried the stench of blood and ash even this high, stabbing into his senses with merciless clarity.
+
+’Everyone is dead...’
+
+The thought echoed hollowly in his mind. His chest tightened, his heart heavy as if wrapped in chains of guilt. ’They all died because of me.’ The truth carved into his bones with every passing second. The continent, once vibrant, had been turned into a graveyard simply because demons wanted him.
+
+He closed his eyes briefly, and with a deep breath unleashed the power of his Three Dimensional Body. Invisible ripples spread across the continent as his perception expanded, blanketing mountains, rivers, cities, and ruins. His soul sense scoured wide and far, searching desperately for life—any life.
+
+But all he touched were remnants of death. Shattered souls clinging faintly to corpses. Pools of resentment that lingered like ghosts.
+
+And scattered within the ruins, faint flickers—officials from the Middle Domain, those who had come only after the massacre was already over. Too late. Always too late.
+
+Max’s fists clenched, his knuckles whitening. The guilt suffocated him, every breath a reminder of his failure.
+
+Then, as his gaze shifted eastward, something caught him. His perception swept across the East Region, the place where the inner guilds and hidden clans had once stood tall. His Three Dimensional Body blanketed the ruins, tracing the outlines of collapsed guild grounds, broken palaces, and shattered fields. And yet—his heart began to race.
+
+’I can’t see them...’
+
+He scanned again, forcing his perception deeper, wider. ’I can’t see any of the corpses of Amelia... or the others.’
+
+The realization struck him like a blade. His heart hammered violently in his chest, his breath catching. Could it be? Had they escaped? Or was it something worse?
+
+Unable to bear uncertainty, Max’s body blurred into motion. A streak of red lightning cut through the broken skies as he shot across the continent, the wind howling in his ears.
+
+He stopped only when he reached the West Region. His perception surged outward again, covering every ruin, every crevice of land. What he found nearly made his knees buckle.
+
+Before him lay the unmistakable corpses of King Magnar and the elders of the Sun Palace. Their once-proud figures were nothing more than broken shells, scattered among the ruins of their palace halls. The blood-soaked banners of the Sun Palace hung in tatters, their golden suns darkened and smeared with gore.
+
+Max’s eyes tightened, grief twisting into something sharp and venomous. But as his perception reached further, scanning the destroyed guild grounds, something gnawed at him again.
+
+Aelric. Jack. The others.
+
+Their bodies were nowhere to be found.
+
+Max’s eyes widened, his crimson irises trembling with disbelief. He hovered there, silent, as his aura pulsed violently around him.
+
+’Why...? Why can’t I see them either?’
+
+A storm began to rise within him, a mixture of hope and fear. If their corpses weren’t here, then where were they?
+
+’Could they still be in the Tower of Truth?’
+
+The thought struck Max like a ray of light breaking through endless storm clouds. His crimson eyes flickered, and for the first time since stepping onto the ruined Valora Continent, a spark of genuine relief burned in his chest. His lips parted ever so slightly, whispering to himself in disbelief. ’If they are... then at least... at least my friends survived this disaster.’
+
+But just as the weight began to lift from his shoulders, another thought slithered into his mind, poisoning that fleeting sense of relief.
+
+’Did the twin demons not touch the Lost Continent?’
+
+The question made his expression darken. And then, as though pulled from the depths of his memory, an image surfaced in his mind—Lucien. That aloof figure sitting idly in the Elven Kingdom of the Lost Continent, calm as though the chaos of the world had nothing to do with him.
+
+With Lucien there, Max realized, the demons wouldn’t dare step foot in the Lost Continent. They would stay far away. They would avoid him at all costs.
+
+Max’s fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned pale. His teeth ground together. ’Lucien...’ The name was like acid in his mind. ’Lucien could have stopped the attacks on Valora. He had the power. He could have intervened. But he chose to do nothing.’

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+title: "Chapter 1022: Back To the Lost Continent"
+slug: "ch-1028"
+novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
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+
+A fire ignited in Max’s heart, a hatred so sharp it carved through his grief. He didn’t want to blame anyone but the demons—they were the butchers who destroyed his world. But the fact that the strongest human alive had turned his back, had simply watched while millions were slaughtered, gnawed at him like a rot. To ignore it was unbearable.
+
+His rage bled into his aura. Scarlet flames erupted around his figure, and with a sharp crack, two enormous wings of blood-red light unfurled from his back. They glistened like blades of burning crystal, spreading wide enough to blot out the light above him.
+
+With a powerful beat of those wings, Max’s body surged upward, cutting through the clouds like a comet of rage.
+
+He soared high into the sky, his figure trailing a scarlet brilliance, heading straight for the Lost Continent.
+
+When he arrived, the sight before him only fueled his conflicted emotions. The continent was peaceful. The forests were lush, untouched by fire or corruption. Human cities thrived quietly alongside the graceful halls of the elves.
+
+Children ran through cobblestone streets, their laughter echoing in the distance. Farmers worked their fields. The rivers were clear and shimmering with light. It was as though war had never touched this land at all.
+
+Max’s jaw tightened. ’The twin demons really didn’t attack the Lost Continent...’
+
+Suppressing the storm inside him, he descended toward the towering structure that pierced the horizon—the Tower of Truth. Its golden spire shimmered faintly under the sun, sacred and eternal. As his figure neared, he unleashed his Three Dimensional Body, scanning every inch of the tower, every chamber within its vast, mysterious depths.
+
+And then—relief washed over him like a tide. His eyes softened, his chest loosening from the suffocating grip of guilt. Inside the tower, he saw them. Amelia. Jack. Aelric. The others. All alive. All safe. Each of them sat in deep meditation, their minds immersed in the comprehension of laws within the Tower of Truth. They were untouched by the massacre of Valora, protected within this sanctuary.
+
+Max exhaled shakily, his wings trembling behind him. For the first time since the destruction, a massive weight lifted from his heart.
+
+Without hesitation, he descended further, pushing open the concealed passage leading to the tower’s secret chamber. As the heavy doors slid open, golden light poured out, warm and sacred. Inside, a figure formed, woven from the very essence of the tower’s energy.
+
+"Max," the figure greeted him, its voice both ancient and kind. The golden humanoid body of the Tower Spirit stood tall, radiating wisdom. "You are here again."
+
+Max’s crimson eyes narrowed slightly as he studied the golden figure shimmering before him. The chamber pulsed faintly with sacred light, yet the heaviness in his chest refused to leave.
+
+"Did anything strange happen while I was away?" he asked quietly, his tone calm but edged with caution.
+
+The Tower Spirit’s golden form flickered once before shaking its head. "Everything has been fine since you left," it replied evenly, its voice smooth and echoing faintly within the walls of the chamber.
+
+Max gave a small nod, his expression unreadable. He lingered in silence for a few breaths, then finally asked the question that had been gnawing at him. "Do you know about the demons who invaded our world more than ten thousand years ago... even before the nulls descended upon us?"
+
+The Tower Spirit’s eyes gleamed faintly. "I do."
+
+The firmness of that answer surprised Max, though he kept his face steady. His fingers curled at his sides as the spirit continued.
+
+"They did indeed invade our world," the Tower Spirit said, its voice gaining weight. "It was a war unlike any other—ruthless, merciless. But humanity managed to prevail. The demons were pushed back. Most were sealed away by the strongest of that era. Yet... not all. I heard rumors—whispers—that some escaped the sealing. Whether that information is accurate, I cannot say."
+
+Max’s eyes darkened as he listened. His chest tightened as if he could feel the weight of those ancient wars pressing down on him. He closed his eyes briefly, exhaling. Then, his voice came again, lower this time. "Do you know where the demons were sealed away?"
+
+"I do." The Tower Spirit’s answer was immediate. Its golden body pulsed with light as it spoke. "Before the original owner of this tower departed, he entrusted me with knowledge of the great truths of this world. Among them was the knowledge of where the demons were sealed."
+
+Max’s eyes snapped open, crimson irises glinting with sharp anticipation.
+
+"There are two places," the Tower Spirit said gravely. "Two great sanctuaries within the Middle Domain. The first... is the headquarters of the Hunter Association, known as the Hunter Tower. The second... is the Bright Buddha Palace. The original master told me these were the places where the ancient seals lie. There, the demons slumber still."
+
+Max froze. His chest tightened as those two names echoed in his ears. "The Hunter Association... and the Bright Buddha Palace?" he repeated under his breath, as if to confirm what he had heard.
+
+His mind raced. Images of the Almond Region surfaced—the endless battles between humans and nulls, the ceaseless warfronts that never seemed to quiet down. He had always thought it was simply another front line, a bloody skirmish in the larger war against the nulls. But now... knowing that demons had been sealed within the Hunter Tower?
+
+It was no coincidence. It couldn’t be.
+
+The realization struck like lightning.
+
+’The demons... and the nulls...’
+
+Max’s expression darkened. His crimson hair shimmered, shifting deeper in hue as his aura trembled violently. His red eyes burned brighter, glowing like embers stoked by a storm. The room itself seemed to tighten under the weight of his presence as his infernal energy stirred restlessly.
+
+The golden figure of the Tower Spirit flickered, its luminous eyes widening as it studied Max. Its voice trembled with something close to disbelief. "So much infernal energy... What happened to you?"
+
+Max’s crimson aura pulsed violently, but his expression remained composed, his glowing eyes cold. He shook his head slightly. "Nothing worth mentioning. Instead, tell me something... do you know why the demons invaded our world? Did the original owner ever say anything about this?"

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+title: "Chapter 1023: Confronting Lucien"
+slug: "ch-1029"
+novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
+number: 1029
+views: 0
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+
+The Tower Spirit’s gaze dimmed for a moment as if rifling through ancient memories. Then it nodded. "He did."
+
+Max’s eyes narrowed.
+
+The spirit’s voice deepened, echoing with age-old weight. "The original master once spoke of a war. A war between the Devils and the Gods in the Origin World—the true cradle of existence. That war shook even the Divine Realm, and in its chaos, a single drop of blood fell. A drop of blood from an Origin Devil itself. That blood pierced through countless realms until it landed here, in this world. Because of that one drop, the demons—who were already enemies of humanity in the Divine Realm—turned their gaze upon this small Mortal World. They invaded to seize the True Origin Devil Blood."
+
+Max stiffened, his eyes widening faintly. "A war between devils and gods...?" His voice cracked with astonishment. "And you’re saying all of this—every battle, every death—happened just because of a single drop of blood?"
+
+The Tower Spirit nodded gravely, its golden face shimmering with solemnity. "Yes. According to the original owner, a drop of blood from an Origin Devil is not ordinary blood. It carries the essence of eternity, the foundation of chaos. Even the strongest beings of the Divine Realm would fight to the death for it. And if such a thing appears in a backward Mortal World like ours..." The spirit’s voice grew heavy. "It is enough to drag countless races and powers into madness."
+
+Max’s brows furrowed deeply. His mind churned with thoughts, his expression darkening further. ’One drop of blood... and millions died. A continent destroyed. A war that has not ended even after ten thousand years.’
+
+After a long silence, he asked, "What happened to that drop of blood? Surely the demons didn’t get it. If they had, they wouldn’t still be searching."
+
+The Tower Spirit shook its head, golden ripples spreading from its body. "That, I do not know. The original master only told me one thing—that during that time, four beings descended from the Divine Realm to claim it. But he never revealed what truly happened to the blood. Whether it was seized, hidden, or destroyed, I cannot say."
+
+"Four beings descended..." Max repeated under his breath, his frown deepening. He searched his memories, but no trace of such an event existed in human records. ’Why has no one ever spoken of them?’ The thought gnawed at him, filling him with unease.
+
+Silence lingered, thick and suffocating, until Max finally asked what he had truly come for. His crimson eyes hardened, burning like twin flames.
+
+"Do you know..." his voice dropped lower, rougher, "...that the Valora Continent was destroyed?"
+
+The words hung heavy in the chamber, and for a moment even the light of the Tower Spirit dimmed.
+
+"I do. Even from this far, I could feel the chaos happening in the Valora Continent," the Tower Spirit said, its golden form flickering faintly as though weighed down by the memory of what it sensed.
+
+Max closed his eyes, drawing in a long, deep breath before opening them again, his crimson gaze burning hotter than ever. "The demons have resurfaced in the Middle Domain. They’re no longer hiding. A war is unfolding out there as we speak."
+
+His voice was low, heavy with restrained fury. "I want you to keep an extra eye on the borders of the Lost Continent. If there’s even the faintest disturbance—if something tries to enter—inform me immediately."
+
+The Tower Spirit inclined its golden head, its voice solemn. "Understood."
+
+With that, Max turned sharply, his crimson wings spreading wide as his body dissolved into scarlet streaks of light. In an instant, he was gone, leaving the Tower of Truth behind.
+
+He soared across the skies, the winds screaming against him, his aura cloaked and suppressed. His figure vanished into the air as he activated his invisibility skill, slipping through the void like a phantom. Soon, the towering trees and silver-lit spires of the Elven Kingdom stretched out below him—peaceful, untouched by the horrors that had reduced Valora to ash. The sight twisted his chest even further.
+
+Unnoticed, unseen, he slipped past watchtowers and patrols. No guard, no mage, no elven elder sensed his arrival. He moved like a shadow until he reached his destination: the grand hall where Lucien resided.
+
+At the entrance to his chamber, Max paused. His crimson eyes narrowed, his aura coiled tightly against his body.
+
+"Come in."
+
+The voice floated lazily from the other side, calm and unhurried.
+
+Max’s jaw tightened. He wasn’t surprised. Of course Lucien could see through his concealment—he had expected nothing less.
+
+With a push, the heavy doors opened, and Max stepped inside.
+
+The room was dim, lit only by the soft glow of arcane lamps. And there, sitting with casual ease, was Lucien. His red hair shimmered faintly under the light, his handsome face curved into a small smile as he slipped off a sleek pair of gaming goggles. He looked nothing like the strongest human alive should look. No tension, no urgency—just arrogance wrapped in calm amusement.
+
+"Max," Lucien said, his tone almost playful. "The genius with the strongest potential in the entire world. What brings you here?"
+
+Max ignored the smile, ignored the casual tone. His crimson eyes bore into Lucien like burning knives. His voice was hard, sharp, cold. "Were you aware when the demons attacked the Valora Continent?"
+
+Lucien’s smile never faltered. "I was," he replied calmly, as if confessing to nothing of weight at all.
+
+Max’s expression shifted immediately, his entire body stiffening. His hands curled into trembling fists. The infernal energy within him raged, and his aura flared dangerously before he forced it back down. His voice cracked with fury. "Then why didn’t you do anything?!" His words echoed through the chamber like thunder, raw and brutal.
+
+Lucien didn’t answer immediately, but Max couldn’t stop himself. His chest heaved, his voice rising into a roar. "All of them... all of them were killed! Every man, woman, child! Entire guilds, families, cities wiped out in a single night. You could have stopped it. You—of all people—you could have saved them!" His crimson aura exploded around him, red flames dancing like a storm. "So why? Why didn’t you do anything?"
+
+The dam inside him broke. All the rage he had been burying, all the grief and hatred he had directed toward the demons, now poured out against the one man who could have changed everything. His words cut like blades, his voice nearly shaking the walls of the chamber.
+
+"You could have saved them all! You could have stopped those monsters! Why did you just sit there while they butchered everything? Why, Lucien? WHY?!"

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+title: "Chapter 103: Battle to Rescue - 4"
+slug: "ch-103"
+novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
+number: 103
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+wordCount: 1309
+createdAt: "2026-04-13"
+---
+
+Max glanced at Veylin and thought to himself, ’I can only trap him there for so long.’ He understood that his Celestial Tempest skill was incredibly strong, but he couldn’t use it to its full potential, as he hadn’t reached level 100 in that skill yet.
+
+Moreover, with his level 3 Apprentice Rank skill, he could only maintain the skill for a few minutes if he pushed himself hard.
+
+"We meet again." Five’s voice reached his ears at that moment.
+
+Turning his head to him, Max mocked, "You said your life’s greatest wish is to fight against the strongest, but now you’re taking orders… I don’t know what to say."
+
+Five shrugged. "You won’t understand me anyway, so let’s fight again. But this time, I won’t hold anything back."
+
+As he said that, his body began to release a red glow, and a sharp aura took over the entire battlefield. A moment later, red light surrounded his body, and the pressure in the air increased tenfold.
+
+All the generals were fine, but weaker people like Lily and some others felt the sharp aura press down on them, causing them to feel slightly suffocated.
+
+However, that was far from over. Veylin, who was struggling against the never-ending wind blades, also released a pressure equal to Five’s.
+
+His body began to glow with a vibrant blue aura as streaks of blue lightning crackled and danced around him. The electric currents surged wildly, gathering above him, coalescing into the majestic shape of a dragon’s head.
+
+The dragon’s form shimmered with raw energy, its fierce eyes crackling with lightning as it roared mightily.
+
+ROAR!
+
+The thunderous sound echoed like a storm unleashed, shaking the very air. A devastating shockwave rippled outward from the dragon’s roar, obliterating Max’s tempest of wind blades in an instant.
+
+The wind blades were blown away, leaving behind only gusts of wind.
+
+"Level 3 Aura of Lightning?" Max’s expression became incredibly serious. He had never expected that even Veylin had mastered an Aura to level 3. ’This is bad,’ he thought his face turning dark. He could handle one of them, but if Veylin joined the fray, he would be smashed left and right for sure.
+
+"He got away." Veylin muttered, his face dark as he turned to Max. "You’ve made the most regrettable mistake of your life."
+
+Max frowned at Veylin and glanced at the man in the mask. "This guy wants to kill me. A little help here?"
+
+The man in the mask chuckled. "Heh, things really became complicated too fast." His body began to release dark flames, covering his entire form.
+
+Almost instantly, an aura of the same level as Five and Veylin’s released from him.
+
+"A level 3 Flame Aura…" Veylin frowned as he saw that. "Are you really intending to interfere?" he asked solemnly.
+
+The man in the mask spread his hands wide. "I don’t have much choice here. My Black Lotus Guild already took the money, so we should do our task as well."
+
+He added with a sneer, "After all, nobody wants to do business with a guild whose track record is bad."
+
+Veylin glanced at him and then turned to Five. "Handle him. I will take care of the Max kid."
+
+Five gazed at Max. "It looks like our battle will be postponed for now."
+
+"Is it? Then I will wait for the next time," Max sneered. He had a feeling Five showed a different personality on the outside, or maybe he couldn’t understand him.
+
+"There will be no next time." Veylin flew toward Max as Five and he exchanged positions.
+
+Max chuckled. "My only task was to free Alice, and now that she’s gone, do you think I care about anything happening here?" He laughed as his sword began to glow with both red and blue light.
+
+"Most importantly, the Monarch failed to complete their mission because of me." Max taunted Veylin as he activated his Abyss Coating skill on his hand and on his sword. "Isn’t this an honor? To stop the bad guys? Haha!" He smiled wildly as he tapped into the power of 12 Draconic Essences.
+
+Veylin glanced at his sword and smiled coldly. "You’re no Voidwalker, but your talents are similar to a Voidwalker I encountered in the past."
+
+Max sneered. "Don’t tell me you got your ass kicked by a lady?!"
+
+"No," Veylin replied calmly. "But I couldn’t kill her. However, you are different." As he said those words, he appeared before Max with his fist covered in lightning.
+
+Max anticipated the attack with his Three Dimensional Body skill and swung his sword using Intermediate Sword Arts.
+
+Bang!
+
+But the result was shocking enough.
+
+He found his body hurtling toward the ground like a rocket shot from a launcher, crashing into the earth.𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦
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+"An ant should stay like an ant." Veylin said coldly and turned to look around for Jessica, only to find she was nowhere to be seen. ’So she had indeed gone after Alice.’ He nodded with satisfaction.
+
+"You think I’m done here?" Max shouted as he climbed out of the small crater he had created upon crashing. His clothes were now even worse for wear.
+
+Veylin looked down at Max, his expression full of disdain. "No matter how many times an ant rises, it will always remain an ant."
+
+Max smiled coldly as he activated the power of all 15 Draconic Scales. A raw energy began to rampage inside his body. His 5 Dragon Scales barely held that power in check, but not for long.
+
+"Again!" Max flew back at Veylin and swung his sword with his Barrage Strike skill.
+
+Hundreds of sword shadows condensed together and shot at Veylin.
+
+"Weak! Too weak!" Veylin said as he punched downward again with his lightning-charged fist.
+
+Bang!
+
+Sword and fist collided with a resounding boom, sending shockwaves in all directions. The fight happening around them came to a halt as everyone was affected by their clash.
+
+"This kid intentionally lured me and Allen to attack him?" Abby came to a strange realization, her expression turning dark.
+
+On the other hand, Nash was stupefied to see Max holding his own against someone at level 9 of Adept Rank.
+
+"Damn, he’s a complete monster," he laughed.
+
+Five’s attention was also on the battle between Max and Veylin, his expression turning strange. "He was holding back against me," he muttered in realization.
+
+"This kid is indeed as mysterious as someone had notified me months ago," the man in the mask muttered, his thoughts unknown.
+
+Veylin frowned, seeing Max with his level 3 Apprentice Rank holding his ground. "You have a bit of strength, but that’s all."
+
+A lightning dragon crawled out of his body, coiling around his fist before attacking Max.
+
+Bang!
+
+The result? It was the same as before. Max was blown away and crashed into the ground once again.
+
+’Damn, the difference in Aura levels couldn’t be bridged by the mastery of skills,’ Max cursed. At this moment, he realized the importance of having a powerful technique.
+
+’Should I try using the World Destruction Flaming Lotus here?’ Max wondered, shaking his head. There were too many people here for him to risk using such a destructive technique and most importantly he didn’t know how successful he would be on that move.
+
+’I need a sword technique here.’ He sighed and climbed out of the crater.
+
+Veylin sneered. "You’re like a cockroach that refuses to die."
+
+Max shrugged. "Maybe it’s your attacks that are too weak." However, he regretted opening his mouth just after saying those words.
+
+Veylin smiled coldly at Max and slapped his hands together, forming a small dragon that intertwined between them. "Let me show you an attack that will kill you."
+
+With those words, the lightning dragon hurtled toward Max, its aura sharp made everyone felt a chill run down their spine.

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+title: "Chapter 1024: Lucien’s Explaination"
+slug: "ch-1030"
+novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
+number: 1030
+views: 0
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+wordCount: 1068
+createdAt: "2026-04-15"
+---
+
+Lucien, in contrast, was unmoved. His calm face softened only slightly as he let out a long sigh, his red hair falling gently around his face.
+
+"I wanted to save them," he said quietly. "You think I didn’t? But my hands..." His voice grew faint, heavy, tinged with something that almost sounded like regret. "...my hands were tied. They are still tied. Even now."
+
+Max’s chest heaved violently, his crimson aura raging like a sea of fire that could not be contained. Lucien’s calm words only fanned the flames of his fury. His teeth ground together, his voice trembling as he roared,
+
+"You are like a god to the people of this world! The strongest human in existence—and yet you do nothing! You sit here, idly, while countless lives are slaughtered! With your power, you could end this war. You could kill all the demons, wipe out the nulls, and bring peace to this world. So tell me—what’s stopping you?!"
+
+His scarlet wings spread wide behind him, the infernal energy rolling off his body so fiercely that the walls of the chamber trembled. His crimson eyes burned brighter, glowing like molten suns, filled with accusation and rage.
+
+But Lucien... remained seated. His face was calm, his posture unshaken. He simply studied Max’s furious form—the red hair, the glowing infernal eyes, the storming aura. And then, in a tone soft yet piercing, he asked,
+
+"If I told you that using my power could destroy this world... would you believe me?"
+
+The words cut through the air like cold steel, halting Max’s roar in his throat. His breath caught, his eyes narrowing in disbelief. "What?" he spat, incredulous. "What kind of nonsense are you talking about?"
+
+Lucien’s gaze did not waver. Slowly, deliberately, he leaned back in his chair and spoke, his tone low and deliberate, each word carrying weight.
+
+"Any being who reaches the very peak of the Divine Rank—at the tenth life and death cycle—has the right to ascend. To leave this mortal world through the Ascension Tunnel, and step into the Divine Realm. That is the natural law." He paused, letting the words sink in. "But the Ascension Tunnel of this world... is broken."
+
+Max’s eyes widened slightly, but the storm in his chest refused to die. "Broken...?" he repeated under his breath.
+
+Lucien nodded faintly. "Yes. In that situation, if a being of my strength were to unleash their true power, the space itself would not be able to contain it. My strength would tear it apart, opening a rupture in the fabric of reality—like a black hole. If that happens, I would be swallowed immediately." His gaze sharpened. "And if the rupture grew... it could take this entire world with it."𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢
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+Max froze. His face twisted with disbelief, with anger, with frustration. His voice cracked as he shouted back, "What? How could that happen?! Are you telling me you sit here and do nothing because you’re afraid your power will destroy the world? Do you think anyone would believe such an excuse?!"
+
+Lucien’s expression did not change, though his eyes darkened slightly, carrying a trace of heaviness rarely seen. "It was because of the demons," he said firmly. "When they broke through the spatial domain of this world ten thousand years ago, they did not come quietly. They forced their way in. By doing so, they shattered the protective shell that kept us hidden from alien threats. And in the process, they also destroyed the Ascension Tunnel."
+
+His voice echoed through the chamber, calm but heavy. "That is why. The laws of this world are fractured. If I were to wield my full strength... this world might collapse in on itself."
+
+Max stood still, his fists trembling, his crimson aura surging around him like wild flames. His brows furrowed deeply, his expression a storm of rage and confusion. He didn’t know if he could believe Lucien’s words. They sounded like excuses. They sounded like madness. And yet...
+
+And yet, something about Lucien’s calmness, his unwavering tone, made it hard to dismiss them outright.
+
+Max’s chest rose and fell rapidly, his crimson hair shifting with the violent aura around him. His mind was chaos—caught between doubt, fury, and the faint seed of fear Lucien’s explanation had planted.
+
+"Still..." Max’s voice cut through the quiet chamber, sharp and cold. His crimson eyes locked onto Lucien as his words spilled out like knives. "I have seen you use your power before. When you created a spatial hole in the Tower of Truth to bring me there. When you brought me before the Witch of the North. You used your strength then without hesitation. Don’t tell me it’s impossible—you’ve already done it."
+
+Lucien’s smile flickered faintly, but he didn’t interrupt.
+
+Max stepped forward, his aura burning hotter, red flames coiling around his body like serpents. "And what about Mark?" His voice grew harsher. "He used his god-like powers as if they were nothing. He didn’t hesitate to tear open space, to bend the laws of the world to his will. What about him? Don’t tell me the laws only bind you, but not him."
+
+His fists trembled at his sides, his voice lowering to a growl. "And don’t think for a second that I don’t know the truth—you don’t need the strength of a tenth cycle Divine Ranker to kill the demons in Valora. You don’t need to unleash your full power to save those people. You chose not to. And all these words, all these explanations... are nothing but excuses."
+
+The infernal flames flared violently around him, his scarlet wings spreading to their full length. His rage was barely contained, threatening to burst.
+
+Lucien, however, remained calm. He leaned back slightly, his red hair falling lazily over his shoulders. He shrugged, his expression faintly amused though there was a sharpness in his gaze. "If you don’t believe me, then I have no more words for you."
+
+The dismissal only made Max’s chest tighten further. His jaw locked, his crimson eyes narrowing dangerously. He wanted—so badly—to release his rage, to unleash every ounce of hatred boiling inside him. To tear down the room, to burn Lucien’s smug calmness into ash. But he clenched his fists tighter, forcing the storm back into himself. It would mean nothing here. No matter how loud he screamed or how much power he displayed, Lucien would not budge.
+
+Besides... there were more important matters.

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+title: "Chapter 1025: Lotus of Clear Serenity"
+slug: "ch-1031"
+novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
+number: 1031
+views: 0
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+---
+
+Max inhaled sharply, steadying himself. With a flick of his hand, the air rippled and opened into his Dimension of Spirit. From its depths, he carefully drew out a slender figure and laid her gently onto the bed beside them.
+
+Lenavira.
+
+Her silver hair spilled across the pillow, her pale skin marred by faint black veins that pulsed faintly with the curse that bound her. She looked fragile, almost ethereal, her body motionless in the cruel stillness of her unconscious state.
+
+Lucien’s calm demeanor shattered the instant he saw her. His eyes widened, his body blurring from his seat in a flash of speed. In less than a heartbeat, he stood beside her, leaning over her form with visible alarm.
+
+"Lenavira?" His voice was sharp, trembling with uncharacteristic urgency. His red hair fell forward as he examined her face. "She’s... in her dark elf state? How... how did this happen?"
+
+For the first time since entering the room, Max saw Lucien shaken.
+
+Max explained his experience to him related to Lenavira in the Middle Domain all the way to how he ended up finding she had a curse placed upon her with the help of Lady Divine.
+
+"A curse, you say?" Lucien’s brows knitted together as his eyes narrowed. He extended his hand slowly, and a soft hum resonated through the chamber as his soul power seeped outward like a crimson tide. It washed over Lenavira’s still form, probing deeper and deeper into her body. For a long moment, silence filled the room, only broken by the faint crackle of Max’s infernal aura.
+
+Then—
+
+Whum!
+
+A surge of energy rippled across Lenavira’s body, and instantly a red aura erupted from her skin, overflowing uncontrollably. Her delicate frame trembled faintly on the bed as the sinister energy revealed itself, writhing like chains across her veins. Lucien’s face darkened as he retracted his soul sense.
+
+"She indeed has a curse placed upon her," he admitted gravely. "And it is this curse that is forcing her into her dark elf state."
+
+Max’s crimson eyes sharpened. His voice carried both desperation and a flicker of hope. "Do you know what the curse is? And how it can be removed?"
+
+Lucien remained silent for a moment before giving a slow nod. His tone was heavy when he spoke. "Yes. I do know what this is. The curse placed upon her... is called the Curse of Six Emotions and Seven Hearts."
+
+The name itself carried weight. Max’s body stiffened.
+
+Lucien continued, his expression grim. "This is not a simple affliction. It is a deadly curse, one that intertwines with the very soul of the victim. The person inflicted with it will be forced to undergo endless torment—an eternal cycle of the six primal emotions and the seven layers of the heart. Love, hate, fear, anger, grief, and joy... tied into seven heart-piercing agonies. The victim is never free of it. Not in sleep, not in waking. Their mind and soul are devoured, piece by piece, until nothing remains but suffering."
+
+Max’s fists clenched tightly, his knuckles pale, his crimson aura trembling with fury.
+
+Lucien’s gaze softened faintly as he looked back at Lenavira. "Lenavira’s descent into her dark elf state is not simply her bloodline overwhelming her. It is this curse. It pulls her deeper into the abyss with every passing moment. Unless the curse is removed, she will remain trapped like this—forever. A dark elf in body and soul."
+
+Max’s chest tightened, his heart hammering in his ribcage. His voice broke through the tension, sharp and demanding. "How do I remove the curse from her body?"
+
+He stepped closer, his aura spiking violently. "Lady Divine knew how to remove it. Don’t think I don’t know that. If she knew, then I don’t believe for a second that you—" his crimson eyes blazed into Lucien’s—"the strongest human alive—don’t know how to do it too. So tell me, Lucien. Tell me how to save her."
+
+The chamber went silent, the weight of Max’s words pressing down like thunder.
+
+Max’s crimson eyes narrowed as his thoughts spun. ’This curse... it’s not anchored to her body. It’s rooted directly in her soul.’ He clenched his fists tightly. He knew better than most that curses tied to the soul were the most terrifying of all—nearly impossible to erase without destroying the very person afflicted. But Lucien was a master of souls, and if anyone could unravel this mystery, it was him.
+
+Lucien’s gaze lingered on Lenavira before he turned back to Max. His voice was calm, yet heavy with a certain inevitability. "Lady Divine knew how to remove this curse and didn’t tell you?" He shook his head, almost as though the thought didn’t surprise him in the slightest. "I’m not surprised by her decision."
+
+Max’s expression darkened. His crimson hair shimmered faintly under the glow of his aura. "What do you mean by that?" he asked sharply. Until now, he had thought Lady Divine’s silence had been nothing but manipulation—that she had deliberately hidden the method to control him. But from Lucien’s tone, there was something more to the matter, something deeper.
+
+Lucien sighed, his red eyes focusing on Max with a trace of sympathy. "The Curse of Six Emotions and Seven Hearts is unlike anything ordinary. It cannot be undone by simple spells, artifacts, or even direct interference from soul masters. The only thing capable of erasing it is the medicinal essence of the Lotus of Clear Serenity."
+
+"The Lotus of Clear Serenity?" Max repeated slowly, the words tasting both strange and heavy on his tongue.
+
+Lucien nodded. "Yes. Only the purity of that lotus can wash away the curse’s grip on her soul. Its medicinal effect seeps directly into the deepest layers of the spirit, erasing the bindings of anguish, stripping away the cycle of suffering, and returning the soul to balance. Without it, nothing—no ritual, no divine runes, not even I—can remove this curse."
+
+Max’s breath grew heavier, his crimson aura pulsing violently. "Then why didn’t Lady Divine tell me this? If she knew, why keep it from me?"

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+title: "Chapter 1026: Follow your heart"
+slug: "ch-1032"
+novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
+number: 1032
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+
+Lucien’s expression turned grave. "Because the Lotus of Clear Serenity is rarer than ascension itself. It is said to bloom only under perfect conditions—calmness unshaken for a thousand years, the essence of serenity feeding its roots, the aura of wisdom flowing through its petals. To even find one... is like grasping at the heavens themselves. Telling you about it would have given you nothing but false hope. However, there is another reason too."
+
+Max’s jaw tightened, his crimson eyes burning hotter. "Where can I find it? And what reason could that be?" His voice was sharp, demanding, each word edged with desperation.
+
+Lucien did not hesitate. "The only place such a lotus could grow in this world is the Bright Buddha Palace. It is said that in the deepest grounds of their sacred domain, where the monks’ chants of serenity and their endless pursuit of stillness have shaped the land itself, the Lotus of Clear Serenity can bloom."
+
+His eyes narrowed. "But even there, it is not guaranteed. Rumors say that a single lotus requires no less than a thousand years of such cultivation in its environment to fully mature. Perhaps only one, perhaps none at all, may exist."
+
+The room fell silent.
+
+"Bright Buddha Palace?"
+
+Max’s expression instantly darkened, his crimson eyes narrowing dangerously. A chill crawled up his spine, his instincts screaming at him. A bad feeling rose in his heart like poison spreading through his veins. He recalled clearly what the Tower Spirit had told him—Bright Buddha Palace was one of the two places where the demons had been sealed away ten thousand years ago.
+
+And now... Lenavira’s soul bore a curse so sinister that only a treasure rooted in that very place—the Lotus of Clear Serenity—could remove it.
+
+Coincidence?
+
+No.
+
+Definitely not.
+
+His heart thudded heavier in his chest as his mind pieced the threads together. ’Demons... Ascendants...’ He had came to know about their alliance not too long ago. And now this—Lenavira marked with a curse only those two forces could create, with the "solution" leading directly into the depths of Bright Buddha Palace.
+
+This was no chance of fate. This was a plot. A carefully constructed scheme.
+
+But for what? What were they trying to achieve by forcing him—the one burdened with the strongest potential humanity had ever seen—into that place?
+
+"Now you understand why she didn’t tell you?"
+
+Lucien’s calm voice pulled Max out of his spiraling thoughts. The man’s lips curved faintly into a smile, though his eyes remained sharp. "Only a handful of humans know where the demons were sealed in the Middle Domain. And fewer still know the true state of those seals—whether they are permanent, or whether they can be broken. But imagine, Max... what do you think will happen if a genius like you—someone the entire world calls humanity’s greatest genius—steps foot into one of those two places?"
+
+Lucien’s gaze locked onto him, heavy with meaning. "Anything could happen there. Anything. You might unintentionally undo the seals sealing the demons or you are forced to do so or it’s just so happens that there are some conditions to the seal sealing the demons and only you the greatest genius of all time can fulfill that role."
+
+Max’s crimson eyes flickered, but he remained silent, his chest rising and falling heavily.
+
+Lucien continued, his voice lower, weightier. "And her fears are not baseless. The Curse of Six Emotions and Seven Hearts is not something that just anyone can cast. It is dark, twisted, and requires mastery beyond ordinary understanding. It can only be created by two types of beings—an Ascendant... or someone deeply proficient in infernal energy."
+
+Max’s jaw tightened, his crimson aura flaring violently.
+
+Lucien didn’t stop. "Now put the pieces together. Lenavira was intentionally cursed with this soul-binding torment. The curse could only be undone by a lotus that grows within the Bright Buddha Palace—one of the two demon-sealed domains. Do you see now? This isn’t just about her. It’s a trap. A snare meant to lure you, Max, into walking straight into the heart of danger. And if you go... if the wrong thing happens... the entire Middle Domain may fall."
+
+The words hung in the air like thunderclouds, heavy, suffocating.
+
+Max’s fists clenched so tightly his knuckles cracked, the veins on his arms bulging as the infernal energy around him trembled with his emotions. He understood Lucien’s words—understood the dangers, the trap, the possibility of unleashing something that could doom the entire Middle Domain.
+
+But how could he just stop here? How could he turn his back on Lenavira? To abandon her now would mean betraying everything he believed in.
+
+His crimson eyes burned as he lowered his gaze to her unconscious form lying on the bed, her silver hair fanned out like moonlight, her expression pained even in sleep. ’I can’t... I won’t stop caring about her.’
+
+He raised his head slowly, his voice low but steady. "What do you suggest I should do?" His eyes locked onto Lucien, searching for an answer—any path forward that would not leave him drowning in despair.
+
+Lucien, however, only smiled lightly. It wasn’t mockery, nor was it arrogance. It was a strangely gentle smile, one that seemed out of place for the strongest human alive. "Honestly," he began, leaning back slightly, "I lack the experiences you have gone through to reach this point. I am also a genius, yes, but my growth..." His eyes grew distant for a brief moment. "My growth was far too fast. Too smooth. For that reason, I cannot give you the answer you seek."
+
+His gaze sharpened, returning to Max with clarity. "But what I can tell you is this—think of this problem as one of the many hardships you’ve already overcome on your path. You have faced walls before. You’ve bled, you’ve endured, you’ve crawled out of darkness. This is just another wall. Another test."
+
+Lucien’s smile widened faintly, though his voice remained calm. "In short... follow what your heart desires. Isn’t that how you made it this far? Isn’t that what carried you through every impossible trial until now?"

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+title: "Chapter 1027: A God"
+slug: "ch-1033"
+novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
+number: 1033
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+
+Max blinked at him, stunned for a moment by the simplicity of his words. Then a dry smile tugged at his lips, bitter yet genuine. "Follow what my heart desires, huh?" He shook his head faintly, his crimson hair falling across his glowing eyes. "That’s easier said than done."
+
+But as he looked back at Lenavira’s still form, his expression steadied. He knew Lucien was right. His entire life—every battle, every step forward—had been nothing more than him following the voice of his own heart, no matter how reckless or dangerous. Lenavira’s case wouldn’t be any different.
+
+"But... is there nowhere else I can find it?" Max asked, his brows furrowing as his crimson eyes burned with restrained hope. His fists loosened slightly at his sides. "If there’s any way to get the Lotus of Clear Serenity without stepping foot into Bright Buddha Palace, then I would rather do that. I don’t want to risk waking what’s sealed there unless I absolutely have to."
+
+For a moment, Lucien said nothing. His red hair shimmered faintly under the lamplight as his expression shifted, thoughtful, almost reluctant. Then, at last, he spoke.
+
+"There is another place where the Lotus of Clear Serenity can be found."
+
+Max’s eyes snapped toward him. His chest tightened, his voice quick and urgent. "What? Where?"
+
+Lucien leaned back in his chair, folding his arms. His gaze turned sharp, his tone deliberate. "The Celestial Beast Temple."
+
+The name struck Max like a hammer. He blinked, his crimson aura flickering faintly. "Celestial Beast Temple?" he echoed.
+
+Lucien nodded. "Yes. The place where the third portion of Mark’s soul was sealed. That temple stands upon the ancient battlefield where the four Divine Beasts first descended into our world, shaking the heavens and rewriting the land itself. It is a place steeped in primal power, where even time feels older."
+
+His tone grew heavier. "But that temple is not always accessible. It only opens once every thousand years. You’re fortunate, Max—if I’m not wrong, the Celestial Beast Temple should open again in only a few months. If you truly wish to seek the Lotus, you can try your luck there."
+
+Max’s heart pounded in his chest. His crimson eyes gleamed faintly, flickers of both relief and apprehension crossing his face. A few months... that gives me another path. Another chance.
+
+But Lucien’s voice hardened, his tone carrying a warning sharp enough to cut. "However, do not take this lightly. You, who are already overflowing with infernal energy—if you step into the Celestial Beast Temple, where Mark’s third soul fragment is sealed, it may not end well. The temple’s seals are delicate, intertwined with the remnants of Mark’s power. Your presence might... stir it."
+
+Max’s fists tightened again, his wings twitching faintly behind him.
+
+Lucien leaned forward slightly, his eyes glowing faintly red. "So think carefully. Bright Buddha Palace is a trap you already suspect, and the Celestial Beast Temple is a snare tied to Mark’s soul. Either choice carries consequences far greater than just you or Lenavira. Either choice could shift the balance of the entire Middle Domain."
+
+For a moment, silence thickened between them. Then Lucien spoke once more, his voice calm, almost dismissive.
+
+"Whatever you decide to do, know this: the second portion of Mark’s soul remains sealed safely within the Tower of Truth. No matter what happens in the Celestial Beast Temple, he cannot regain his full strength. On that, at least, you can rest assured."
+
+His words hung in the air, solemn and heavy.
+
+Max stood in silence for a long moment, his crimson eyes burning faintly as he pondered over Lucien’s words. The room seemed to tighten with the weight of his thoughts, his infernal aura pulsing slowly, like a storm barely restrained. Finally, he raised his head, his voice low but steady.
+
+"There’s something I’ve been wondering for a long time." His gaze locked firmly onto Lucien. "Can I devour Mark’s soul? You see... I have an ability that lets me devour certain things. Not just energy or power. Souls. I’ve done it before. I’ve erased fragments, consumed essence. So tell me—if I were to devour Mark’s soul sealed in the Tower of Truth, could I completely erase that portion of him?"
+
+For the first time since their conversation began, Lucien’s casual composure shifted. His expression hardened, his eyes narrowing, his voice dropping into a tone as sharp as steel.
+
+"Are you a fool?"
+
+The words rang through the chamber, cutting cold. Lucien leaned forward slightly, his red hair falling across his eyes as his gaze bore into Max’s. "You should never—never—underestimate Mark."
+
+Max’s brows furrowed, but Lucien continued before he could speak.
+
+"There is a clear difference between him and me. I am called the strongest human of this world. That is true. But Mark..." Lucien’s eyes darkened, his tone filled with a weight that carried centuries of memory. "...Mark is called the god of this world. Do you understand what that means? He was not revered as a genius, nor as a sovereign. He was worshiped. He was called a god because his strength had already transcended every boundary known to man. A god... is someone you cannot kill. No matter how hard you try."
+
+The room fell heavy with silence, but Lucien’s words pressed harder, his voice growing grim.
+
+"The person who sealed Mark... came from the Divine Realm. Not a mortal, not a expert from our world, but a true being of that higher plane. And yet, even with all his power, even with every weapon and technique at his disposal—he could not kill Mark. Not even him."
+
+Lucien’s eyes gleamed faintly red, his tone turning colder. "In the end, he had no choice but to bury Mark’s body, split his soul into three fragments, and seal each piece away in different corners of the world. That was the only solution. A half-measure. And even then—"
+
+He paused, his voice dropping even lower. "Even then, he underestimated him."
+
+Max’s breath caught. His crimson aura flickered violently.

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+title: "Chapter 1028: A Path Ahead"
+slug: "ch-1034"
+novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
+number: 1034
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+
+Lucien’s eyes sharpened, like a blade pressed to the throat. "You saw it yourself. The soul fragment sealed in the Mourning Depths—the one you stumbled upon—it leaked. Even bound, even split, Mark’s will seeped through. He found a body to possess, to crawl back into existence, before you shattered the seal and released him entirely. Do you understand what that means, Max? Even sealed, even buried, he endured. He clawed back."
+
+His words struck like thunder, his tone absolute. "Even his soul cannot be erased. It cannot be killed. As long as this world still breathes, as long as its skies stand and its earth holds firm... Mark will live. He simply cannot be destroyed."
+
+The silence that followed was suffocating.
+
+Max’s face darkened until it was almost terrifying, the crimson glow of his eyes dimming into something hollow. For the first time in a long while, a trace of despair stirred inside him. It wasn’t that he feared Mark’s overwhelming power—Max had never feared growing stronger, never feared surpassing his limits. What gnawed at him now was the truth Lucien had spoken.
+
+’Even if I reach Mark’s level... even if I surpass it... if he cannot be killed, then what am I fighting for?’
+
+An enemy who could not be killed was, to Max, the most dangerous enemy of all. Power could be challenged, but permanence? Permanence was despair.
+
+His fists clenched at his sides, trembling with rage and helplessness. His voice cracked as he stared straight into Lucien’s calm, unreadable eyes. "Then how should we kill him? Tell me—what is the point? Isn’t our world already doomed? If nobody can kill him... then what’s the point of this war? What are we even fighting for?"
+
+The chamber fell silent, the weight of his words pressing down like a storm.
+
+Lucien’s expression shifted ever so slightly. His red hair fell across his face as he closed his eyes for a moment, exhaling a long, weary sigh. "...That," he said slowly, his tone heavy, "is the fate of this world."
+
+His words echoed in the silence like a curse.
+
+Max’s jaw locked, his crimson aura flaring uncontrollably. His nails dug into his palms until blood seeped between his fingers. "Fate?!" he spat, his voice low, venomous. "Is that what you call it? To live under the shadow of a man who cannot die? To fight battles that don’t matter because, in the end, he still exists?" His voice rose higher, shaking the walls of the chamber. "Is that all humanity is supposed to accept?!"
+
+He shook his head violently, his crimson hair falling across his eyes as he glared down at his own trembling fists. For the first time, he felt... powerless.
+
+Even if he killed the demons.
+
+Even if he eradicated the nulls.
+
+Even if he slaughtered the Ascendants themselves.𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖
+
+What then?
+
+What would he do with Mark?
+
+He could not be killed. He could not be erased. His infernal energy would infest the world forever, gnawing at its roots like an unending plague.
+
+Max’s chest rose and fell violently, his breath ragged. His mind spun with possibilities, each one collapsing into futility. He knew—he knew—that one day he would leave this world. He would ascend to the Divine Realm, to search for his mother and father. That path was etched into his heart. But if Mark remained here... if Mark continued to lurk in the shadows, waiting, festering...
+
+What then?
+
+Would he simply walk away? Would he abandon this small mortal world to its eternal torment, just as Lucien had chosen to? Would he ignore Mark’s existence, pretend the threat didn’t matter, and turn his back on everyone left behind?
+
+The thought twisted like a blade in his chest. His crimson eyes flickered wildly, torn between grief and rage. His aura swelled until the entire room pulsed with the rhythm of his anguish.
+
+Max inhaled deeply, his chest rising and falling as he forced the storm in his heart to calm. His crimson aura dimmed slightly, settling into a steady flame. He closed his eyes for a moment, sifting through everything Lucien had told him—the curse, the Lotus of Clear Serenity, Bright Buddha Palace, the Celestial Beast Temple, and the impossibility of killing Mark. All of it weighed heavily on him, yet clarity formed in his mind.
+
+"For now," he muttered to himself, his voice low but resolute, "I know what to do. I have a clear path ahead."
+
+His crimson eyes opened again, steady and unwavering. He turned sharply toward Lucien, a thought that had long gnawed at him finally clawing its way to the surface.
+
+"Tell me something I want to know..." His tone was sharp, almost demanding, but beneath it lay the tremor of restrained emotion. "Do you know someone named Freya Voidwalker?"
+
+The name slipped into the air like a blade.
+
+Lucien’s eyes narrowed faintly at the mention, his calm expression tightening ever so slightly. His gaze sharpened, and after a moment of silence, he gave a slow, deliberate nod. "I do."
+
+Max’s entire body jolted. His figure trembled violently, his crimson aura flaring with a shock it hadn’t shown since his awakening. For a moment, his breath caught in his throat.
+
+It was the first time since the day he had awakened his class that he had heard confirmation—someone knew her. Someone knew his sister.
+
+Half of his journey, from the blood-soaked Eastern Region of Valora Continent to the perilous expanse of the Middle Domain, had been driven by that singular hope—to find her. To know she was alive. To reunite. That hope had carried him through battles, through despair, through endless trials. And now, finally, he had a thread.
+
+Excitement surged through him, almost overwhelming, his crimson wings twitching behind his back. His voice trembled, not from fear, but from an emotion far stronger. "Where is she?" he asked quickly, his tone sharp with urgency. "How do you know her?"
+
+The questions spilled out like arrows loosed from a bow, his eyes wide, burning with desperate hope.
+
+For the first time in years, Max felt the barrier of distance between himself and his sister narrowing. And in that moment, his heart thundered louder than the storm of infernal energy raging within him.

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+title: "Chapter 1029: Immortality? Is this true?"
+slug: "ch-1035"
+novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
+number: 1035
+views: 0
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+---
+
+"I do know her," Lucien said at last, his lips curving into a faint smile that seemed to carry both amusement and weight. His red eyes glinted faintly as he added, "And she even has a message for you."
+
+Max’s entire body stiffened. His crimson aura pulsed sharply, the scarlet flames flickering like wild embers. "Message?" he asked quickly, almost stumbling over his words. "What message? And how do you know her? Why isn’t she contacting me directly?"
+
+The questions poured out in rapid succession, his voice trembling with a mix of hope and frustration.
+
+For years, so many unanswered questions had burned inside him. Why had she vanished? Why had she never reached out? Why was he left searching endlessly, while she—his sister, Freya Voidwalker—remained out of reach? Now, with Lucien standing calmly before him, all of those questions clawed to the surface at once.
+
+But Lucien only raised a hand casually, silencing him. "Don’t flood me with questions, Max. I was only told to tell you this—if I were ever to meet you."
+
+Max’s crimson eyes narrowed, his chest rising and falling quickly.
+
+Lucien’s expression softened slightly as he delivered the words. "Her message was this: If you wish to meet her, then reach Divine Rank as soon as possible. Otherwise... she may ascend to the Divine Realm before you can even see her. That is what she wanted me to tell you."
+
+The words crashed into Max like thunder.
+
+His fists clenched tightly, trembling at his sides. His face twisted, his brows furrowed deeply, his crimson aura flaring wildly as his heart screamed.
+
+He wanted to meet her now. Not later, not after some long, uncertain path. He was here—in the Middle Domain, so close that the very thought of her presence made his chest ache. And yet she refused. She set another wall in front of him. Why?
+
+Why? Why? Why?!
+
+If she could send Lucien a message, then she could meet him. If she could meet Lucien face to face, then why not him? What harm would it do? Couldn’t it remain a secret? Just the two of them—brother and sister—meeting without anyone else knowing.
+
+Instead, excuses. Distance. Obstacles.
+
+Max’s thoughts swirled, a storm of frustration and longing crashing against each other. Questions hammered against his mind without mercy. ’Why didn’t she want to see me? Why was she avoiding me? Was she ashamed? Was she protecting me? Or was it something else entirely?’
+
+He wanted to scream, to rage against the cruelty of it all. But he forced himself to breathe. Slowly, painfully, he reined in his emotions, his aura settling into a steady burn rather than an explosive blaze. He closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them again, crimson irises gleaming with determination.
+
+"...Alright." His voice was low, hoarse, but resolute. "If she wants me to reach Divine Rank before seeing her, then I will. I’ll enter Divine Rank as soon as possible. No matter what it takes."
+
+His resolve solidified, even as the ache in his chest throbbed mercilessly.
+
+After a long silence, Max’s gaze sharpened again, locking onto Lucien. His voice steadied, though it carried the weight of all the storm raging inside him.
+
+"By the way..." he asked quietly but firmly. "...how do you know her?"
+
+Lucien smiled faintly, leaning back with casual confidence. "I am... kind of very famous in this world, you know," he said, his tone almost playful. "Your sister recruited me—along with a few others—to create a team."
+
+Max’s crimson eyes flickered, his jaw tightening as he absorbed those words. He slowly nodded. "I see..."
+
+He understood immediately what Freya was doing. Revenge. It was inevitable. In the Divine Realm, where his parents were kept hostage, a reckoning would eventually come. And when that time arrived, she would need people—people powerful enough to carry the burden of that vengeance. People like Lucien.
+
+With talent and strength as overwhelming as his, Lucien would surely be invaluable in that war.
+
+But Max... Max’s lips curled faintly into a bitter smile. If it had been up to him, he would prefer to walk that path alone. As he always had. Alone, without bonds that could be twisted into chains.
+
+’I guess she has her own way, and I have mine,’ Max thought, his crimson hair shimmering faintly as his aura pulsed.
+
+He raised his head again, his voice cutting through the silence. "Alright. I want to know one more thing before I’m done with you."
+
+Lucien’s red eyes narrowed slightly, his smile fading. "What is it?"
+
+Max’s gaze sharpened, curiosity burning in his voice. "Why is it that Mark is immortal and cannot be killed? Do you call him a god because you can’t kill him, or because he is a god, and thus cannot be killed?"
+
+He leaned forward slightly, his aura flickering with restrained intensity. "I want to know. I’m very curious about Mark. As far as I know, there is no true immortality in this world. Even Divine Rank experts—at best—they live ten thousand years before their lifespans end. So why is Mark the exception? Why can’t he be killed?"
+
+The crimson glow of Max’s eyes flared as he demanded the answer, his voice laced with both fury and dread.𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎
+
+"Do you know what karma is?" Lucien suddenly asked, his tone solemn and deliberate.
+
+Max blinked, frowning. "What do you mean?" That wasn’t the answer he had wanted. He wanted clarity about Mark, not riddles about abstract concepts.
+
+Lucien’s gaze deepened, the casualness fading from his expression. "That particular topic—Mark—if I were to speak of it in detail to you now, it would create karma between you and him." His voice carried weight, sharper than before. "The laws of this world are strict, Max. Stricter than you realize. Unless your strength reaches Mythic Rank—the true Mythic Rank, not just the ability to fight above your level—you cannot free yourself from the karma that binds mortals."
+
+He leaned back slightly, his red hair glinting in the dim light, his eyes unwavering. "If I tell you now, all you will do is create a direct karmic thread with Mark. And given the connection that already exists between you two, I’d rather you not carry that burden prematurely. It could change your path. Perhaps even end it."

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+title: "Chapter 1030: Karma"
+slug: "ch-1036"
+novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
+number: 1036
+views: 0
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+
+Max’s brows drew closer, his crimson eyes narrowing. "Karma? Is that even real?" His tone dripped with skepticism. He believed in fate—how could he not, when so many coincidences in his life had aligned with unnatural precision? He believed in luck too, to some extent. But karma? That was too vague, too complex, too... mystical.
+
+"It is very real," Lucien replied firmly, his voice calm but absolute. "There is cause and effect for everything in this world. Every action, every choice, ripples outward—like stones tossed into an endless sea. It’s like what you might call a butterfly effect... but infinitely more intricate. Karma is the web of those ripples. Ignore it, and it strangles you. Transcend it, and it can no longer bind you."
+
+He paused for a moment, his tone softening. "The stronger you become, the more you can resist its grip. The more you twist fate itself, the less karma applies to you. That’s why only when you step into true Mythic Rank will you have the freedom to confront such truths about Mark without binding yourself in chains you can’t break."
+
+Max shook his head slowly, his crimson hair falling over his glowing eyes. "I didn’t understand a thing you said," he admitted bluntly. "But fine. I’ll ask you again once I reach Mythic Rank."
+
+With that, Max raised his hand. Space rippled faintly as he summoned the unconscious body of Lenavira from his Dimension of Spirit. He laid her gently across his arm for a moment, gazing at her pale face, before sending her back into the sanctuary of his inner world.
+
+Inside, he reached out with his soul. "Tian," he commanded quietly, his voice soft but firm, "take care of her."
+
+The presence of his spirit companion responded faintly, and Max let out a long breath before turning back toward Lucien.
+
+"One last thing," Max said, his voice heavier, his crimson aura tightening as he prepared to leave. "Will you be participating in the war?"
+
+Lucien nodded without hesitation. "I will. But don’t expect me to appear anytime soon. My presence has... consequences." His tone was calm, but it carried an unspoken weight.
+
+Max’s crimson eyes narrowed further. "What about Freya and her team?"
+
+Lucien shrugged, his red hair shifting lazily with the motion. "That depends. If the situation in the Middle Domain deteriorates beyond control, if humanity is truly pushed to the brink, then yes. They will have to intervene—whether they like it or not."
+
+Max’s fists clenched at his sides. He lowered his gaze briefly, his crimson aura flickering like a restless flame. ’I must not count on any of them.’ The thought solidified within him like iron. If he leaned on others, he would only be left disappointed. If he relied on anyone, it would be himself.
+
+Without another word, Max turned. His figure shimmered faintly, then vanished into nothingness as his invisibility skill activated. Silent as the wind, he stepped out of Lucien’s chamber, leaving the Elven Kingdom behind. The night swallowed him as he cut across the skies, his scarlet wings glinting faintly before disappearing completely.
+
+Back in the chamber, Lucien remained seated. He leaned back into his chair, his expression unreadable, his red eyes distant. For a long time, he did not move, did not speak.
+
+He only stared at the blank ceiling above him, his thoughts unknown—locked away in silence deeper than any words could reach.
+
+***
+
+Before leaving the Lost Continent, Max returned once more to the Tower of Truth. The golden figure of the Tower Spirit materialized to meet him, and the two spoke briefly. It was not a long conversation, but enough for Max to clarify a few questions and to entrust the spirit with keeping an eye on his friends who still trained within the tower. When their words were finished, Max stood at the entrance, his crimson eyes burning faintly as he turned his gaze one last time toward the distant skies.
+
+He left in silence.
+
+But before heading for the Middle Domain, he detoured. His figure cut through the void like a streak of scarlet lightning until, once again, he hovered above the shattered lands of the Valora Continent.
+
+The sight was as heavy as the first time. Mountains broken, rivers running black, entire cities reduced to rubble and ash. Corpses lay scattered across the land like discarded dolls, and the air reeked of death and despair. Max’s crimson eyes lingered on the ruins, his chest tightening painfully.
+
+For a long time, he said nothing. Then, in a whisper almost lost to the wind, he muttered, "I’ll make them pay."
+
+His hands clenched, and his crimson aura flared faintly before he forced it down.
+
+Deep inside, the desire to devour Mark’s soul still burned like a brand. He wanted to erase that existence forever, to snuff out the abomination that tainted this world. But Lucien’s warning lingered in his ears—Mark was not bound by the laws of mortality. To touch his soul recklessly might mean disaster. With great reluctance, Max let that desire go—for now. Yet the resolve remained like steel etched into his bones.𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺
+
+"One day," Max murmured, his crimson eyes narrowing. "One day, I will come back for you, Mark."
+
+With that vow buried in his heart, Max’s figure blurred and shot into the skies, streaking toward the Middle Domain.
+
+As he flew, thoughts swirled endlessly in his mind.
+
+The first was the Heavenly Lord’s Secret Domain. He knew of it—knew it was one of the greatest opportunities in the Mortal World. The last secret domain he had entered had reshaped his path entirely, giving him strength, treasures, and comprehension beyond measure. And the Heavenly Lord’s domain was whispered to be the strongest secret domain in existence. If he wanted to rise quickly, if he wanted to stand against the demons, the nulls, and eventually Mark, he could not afford to miss it.
+
+The second was the Celestial Beast Temple. The only other place where the Lotus of Clear Serenity might bloom. If he wanted to save Lenavira, he would have to step into that ancient battlefield where the Four Divine Beasts had once descended. But to enter there, he would need to contact the Four God Nations.

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+title: "Chapter 1031: Surrounded Once Again"
+slug: "ch-1037"
+novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
+number: 1037
+views: 0
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+wordCount: 1115
+createdAt: "2026-04-15"
+---
+
+His lips curled into a bitter smile. The Four God Nations... He could already imagine their displeasure. His sudden escape from the Great Ruler Empire, his defiance of their orders—it would surely have angered them. But what of it? He wasn’t their pawn. He wasn’t some chained dog to be thrown at enemies at their command. He was Max Voidwalker, and he would walk his own path.
+
+His thoughts shifted, his brows furrowing.
+
+’Bright Buddha Palace... Hunter Association...’
+
+He recalled Lucien’s words, and the Tower Spirit’s warnings. Both places held sealed demons, imprisoned since the ancient war. If those seals were to break, if those beings were to rise again... Max’s fists clenched unconsciously. The human race might not survive what followed.
+
+A heavy silence hung in his heart.
+
+Time passed as he flew, the sky splitting around his scarlet figure. Eventually, the familiar aura of the Middle Domain welcomed him once more. But Max did not stop there. His destination was clear.
+
+Without hesitation, he turned his course, his crimson wings flaring wide as he surged across the skies—toward the Balerog Region.
+
+Currently, Max had nobody he could fully trust. Every interaction, every alliance, carried threads of hidden motives and schemes. In this world where betrayal was often disguised as protection, he could rely on no one. No one—except the Black Lotus Guild. They were the only force he felt any shred of loyalty to, the only ones who had stood with him without asking to chain his wings.
+
+His figure cut through the skies like a scarlet comet, red demonic wings spreading wide as they beat against the heavens. Each flap sent trails of crimson energy slicing through the night, painting a brilliant but ominous red star across the firmament. He was fast, unstoppable—his path aimed straight toward the Balerog Region.
+
+But then—
+
+Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
+
+Figures materialized from the void around him, emerging in flashes of brilliance and power. In an instant, the skies were no longer empty. A circle closed around him, their combined aura pressing down like a mountain.
+
+Max’s crimson eyes narrowed dangerously as he slowed, his wings flaring outward defensively.
+
+Before him stood Lady Divine, calm but with a trace of strain in her eyes. Beside her, Emperor Hermes, his golden robes flowing with imperial might. To the left, Aden Fireborne, leader of the Phoenix God Nation, his long red hair blazing like fire itself. At their flank, President William of the Hunter Association, and several elders of both the Association and the Great Ruler Empire. Together, they formed a wall that stretched across the heavens, barring Max’s path.
+
+Max’s voice was cold as steel, his crimson aura pulsing violently. "I told you not to look for me. Which part of that did you not understand?" His words cut through the night like blades.
+
+Lady Divine took a step forward, her tone calm but carrying an unusual softness. "Your aura vanished from the Middle Domain for an entire week. We were worried something might have happened to you."
+
+Max’s lips curled into a bitter smile, his tone dripping with sarcasm as he shook his head. "Worried about me? Is that what this is? Then I must have been mistaken, because I thought all of you were simply waiting for another chance to lock me up."
+
+Lady Divine’s expression flickered, but before she could respond, President William raised a hand. His face carried a heavy solemnity. "It’s not like that," he said, his voice steady. "I won’t deny it. What we did before was... too much. But we did it only because we wanted to keep you safe."
+
+"Safe?" Max sneered, his wings flaring wide, the air trembling under the weight of his infernal aura. "By locking me in a cage? By treating me like some pawn to be preserved until the right moment?" His eyes burned as he swept his gaze across them. "Don’t insult me with your excuses. I don’t need your chains, nor your protection. If you truly cared about my safety, you would have trusted me to walk my own path."
+
+His aura spiked violently, the pressure in the skies intensifying as his crimson wings beat once. "I appreciate your concerns," he said coldly, "but I don’t need your help. Nor do I need anything from any of you."
+
+With that, Max’s figure blurred as he shot forward, breaking through the air like a red comet once more.
+
+But before he could escape, the skies trembled.
+
+Boom!
+
+In perfect synchronicity, the gathered leaders moved again, their combined auras spreading across the heavens as they flickered into place ahead of him. Once more, they blocked his path.
+
+Max’s figure halted abruptly, his expression darkening into a storm. His aura twisted violently, crimson flames erupting around his body like the fires of hell. His voice roared, each word laced with restrained rage.
+
+"What is it that you people want from me?!"
+
+The night shook under his fury, his crimson gaze piercing each of them in turn.
+
+Lady Divine stepped forward, her calm yet firm voice breaking the silence. She raised her hand toward the red-haired, middle-aged man whose presence radiated authority and flame-like pressure.
+
+"Max," she said steadily, "this is the leader of the Phoenix God Nation—Grandmaster Aden."
+
+Max’s expression shifted instantly. The storm of rage in his crimson eyes softened into something almost flustered, as if he had been caught off guard. His mind pieced the truth together in an instant. ’Grandmaster Aden... that means he must be... Alice’s father.’
+
+His chest tightened. Straightening himself, Max bowed respectfully, his wings folding close to his back. "Greetings, Grandmaster Aden."
+
+Aden studied him quietly for a moment before a faint smile curved across his lips. "Huh. Alice said you had white hair."
+
+Max froze for a second, his crimson hair shimmering faintly in the starlight. Then his eyes widened, glowing with sudden eagerness. "Alice is here too?" His Three Dimensional Body spread out instinctively, scanning the skies around them, reaching across the surrounding space in search of her familiar aura.
+
+But there was nothing.
+
+"She is not here, kid," Aden said gently, shaking his head. "She remains in the Great Ruler Empire." His expression softened. "But she has told me quite a few things about you."
+
+"Ah... she did?" Max’s voice cracked slightly, his face flushing despite the infernal aura around him. He couldn’t help it. His mind spun in circles, wondering what exactly Alice had said. Did she tell her father about their time together? About the battles they fought? Or—Max swallowed—about his feelings?𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞
+
+Aden’s eyes held a subtle glimmer of amusement, but his tone shifted, becoming more serious. "I have something to ask of you, kid."

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+title: "Chapter 1032: Max’s Condition"
+slug: "ch-1038"
+novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
+number: 1038
+views: 0
+likes: 0
+wordCount: 1286
+createdAt: "2026-04-15"
+---
+
+Max straightened, his crimson aura flickering faintly. His tone was cautious, but steady. "What is it?"
+
+If it was anything about shackling him again, about forcing him into a cage, he would refuse outright—even if the one asking was the leader of the Phoenix God Nation, one of the strongest beings in existence.
+
+Aden’s eyes sharpened slightly. "I want you to enter the Heavenly Lord Secret Domain."
+
+Max blinked once. Then, after a moment, he exhaled and shrugged, his crimson wings spreading lightly. "That, I’m planning to do anyway." His voice carried no hesitation, only steel. "But hear me clearly. Do not place prohibitions on me. Do not dictate where I go in the Middle Domain. I despise being controlled—especially by those I put my trust in. If I am to trust you, I’ll need more than just your words."
+
+The air grew tense.
+
+Lady Divine’s expression darkened immediately, her eyes narrowing at Max’s words. She said nothing yet, but the heaviness of her silence pressed against the skies like a storm brewing on the horizon.
+
+"What do you want? Ask anything." Aden’s deep voice carried confidence, his lips curving into a smile that was both warm and calculating. His tone was steady, but the faint glint in his eyes betrayed a thought lurking behind his words.
+
+Max caught it immediately. His crimson gaze flickered with cold amusement, though his face betrayed nothing. ’Damn this old man is cunning. He thinks he can win me over by dangling trust, while also paving the path to make me his son-in-law?’ His crimson aura stirred faintly, his thoughts dripping with sarcasm. ’Too naïve, old man. Far too naïve.’
+
+It was true—Max did want Alice. He wanted her with a longing that even the infernal flames burning within him could not smother. But now was not the time. How could he care about love, about peace, when demons were slaughtering his people, when nulls were waging endless war, when ascendants were pulling strings from the shadows? His heart had no room for tenderness.
+
+Right now, his heart wanted only slaughter.
+
+And the more he indulged in that desire, the more his infernal energy form seemed to grow. It was as if his rage, his will to kill, was feeding the flames inside him. He feared what Alice might see if she looked at him now—this version of him, soaked in bloodlust and vengeance. She deserved better than that.
+
+His crimson eyes hardened as he looked directly at Aden. "I want to enter the Celestial Beast Temple," he said firmly. His tone was steady, unyielding, his wings flaring behind him. "If you can get me inside that place, then I will enter the Heavenly Lord Secret Domain for sure. Otherwise..." He paused, his eyes narrowing, "forget about it."
+
+The words hit the gathered leaders like a thunderclap.
+
+"Celestial Beast Temple?" Gasps rippled among them. Shock and unease painted their faces. This was not the demand they expected. They had thought Max would ask for freedom from restrictions, perhaps even recognition of his authority. But this—this was something else entirely.
+
+Confusion swirled in the air, but more than that—disturbance. For all the leaders present, the Celestial Beast Temple was not just another place. It was a domain tied to ancient secrets, to Mark’s fractured soul, to forces better left untouched.
+
+The tension thickened, and then President William stepped forward, his aged face grim, his tone sharp but edged with worry. "Tell me something first, Max." His eyes narrowed as they swept over the boy’s figure. "Why are you releasing so much infernal energy? Don’t you know what this means? This energy is the source of power for the nulls. The very force they use to devour worlds."
+
+The other elders and leaders nodded subtly, their expressions tightening. It was a question hanging over all of them since Max appeared, wrapped in an aura that screamed of destruction.
+
+Max’s lips curled into a cold, mocking smile. He tilted his head slightly, his crimson hair catching the faint starlight. "Now you ask this question?" His voice dripped with scorn, every word laced with venom.
+
+Although Max respected President William for his work in leading the Hunter Association, he could not forgive the man for being one of those who tried to cage him, to lock away his will beneath pretty words of "safety."
+
+"I thought it was better that you all never asked about my new look," Max sneered. His crimson eyes glowed brighter, his infernal energy flaring like wildfire around him, suffocating the air. "So I let it be. But since you ask now—" His voice lowered, sharp and cutting. "Don’t act like you care about the reason. You don’t care about me. You care about what I might become. About whether I’ll end up being something you can’t control."
+
+The words struck deep, leaving silence hanging heavy in the air.
+
+"Tell us what William asked," Aden said, his tone carrying both curiosity and weight. He, too, wanted to know the truth behind Max’s impossible strength—why this youth alone could wield infernal energy so freely.
+
+Max’s crimson eyes narrowed as he turned toward Aden. "You don’t know?" His tone dripped with disbelief. "Strange. I would’ve thought you, of all people, would know. After all, Alice—and her mother—should also be able to control at least some wisps of infernal energy. You’ve heard of the Mourning Depths, haven’t you? And the infernal demon tattoo?"
+
+He lifted his arm slightly, the faint outline of the ominous tattoo glowing through his skin. "That’s how I control it. Through the same tattoo."
+
+The air grew tense. The gathered figures exchanged subtle glances, their expressions shifting. Of course they knew of the Mourning Depths. Of course they knew of the cursed tattoo that occasionally surfaced in humanity’s history. But never—not once—had they seen anyone use it the way Max did.
+
+For others, the tattoo was a curse, a shackle, a dangerous flame that could consume its bearer. For Max, it was something else entirely. He didn’t just suppress it—he commanded it, wielded infernal energy as if it were no different from his own mana.
+
+And that... frightened them.
+
+President William’s eyes lingered on Max the longest, his gaze sharp, suspicious. He could not shake the feeling gnawing in his chest—that the Max who now stood before them was not the same boy who had once been heralded as humanity’s rising genius. There was a gulf between the two, something dark and unfathomable.
+
+Max caught their expressions easily. His crimson eyes swept across the circle, reading the doubt, the unease, the fear. His lips curled into a bitter smile.
+
+"What’s with those looks?" he asked, his voice sharp, carrying the faintest tremor of mockery. "Ah, I see. You all seem to have a trust problem. Let me guess—you think that just because I can wield infernal energy like this, I must be an Ascendant, don’t you?"
+
+The silence in the air was confirmation enough.
+
+Max’s crimson aura flared, his wings spreading wider. His eyes gleamed, glowing with an eerie scarlet light. "If that’s the case... if you think I have anything to do with the Ascendants, then let me save us all some time. Forget this meeting ever happened."
+
+His tone hardened, each word edged with finality. "Because I won’t work alongside people who will stab me in the back the moment I turn my head. If you fear me just for what I am—then I’ll walk alone. It’s better that way."
+
+The pressure of his aura pressed against them, crimson flames licking across the night sky. His voice cut through the silence like a blade.
+
+"I am not your pawn. And I will not beg for your trust."

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+title: "Chapter 1033: Max’s Decision"
+slug: "ch-1039"
+novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
+number: 1039
+views: 0
+likes: 0
+wordCount: 1017
+createdAt: "2026-04-15"
+---
+
+Everyone froze at Max’s words. His cold dismissal struck them harder than any attack could have. For a moment, the leaders of the Middle Domain—all beings who had lived centuries, some even millennia—were left speechless.
+
+It felt almost as if Max was deliberately pushing them away.
+
+President William finally broke the silence. "It’s not that we fear you because of the infernal energy..." He paused, then shook his head slowly. "It’s just that the current you is very different from the one I knew. You are constantly on edge, with infernal energy spilling from you every second. It doesn’t stop. It never rests."
+
+His gaze hardened, but it wasn’t anger—it was concern. "If I didn’t know you personally, Max... if I hadn’t seen you grow with my own eyes... I would’ve thought you were one of the Ascendants standing here before me. Or worse—some high demon who had slaughtered thousands without blinking. The aura you’re giving off right now... is exactly like that."
+
+Max’s expression turned darker, his crimson eyes narrowing. The words stung, not because they were false, but because they were true. He knew the aura he gave off now was not the aura of the boy he once was but slightly different.
+
+But if they couldn’t trust him—if even now, after all he had endured—they still chose to see him as a threat rather than an ally... then what was the point of this meeting? There was no deal worth making with those who doubted his very existence.
+
+He said nothing. His silence was colder than any words could have been.
+
+The tension grew thicker, pressing against everyone like a suffocating fog. Then, at last, Aden Fireborne broke it.
+
+"Max," Aden’s voice cut across the heavy silence. Unlike the others, his tone was calm but firm, the voice of a man used to shouldering responsibility. His fiery aura dimmed, replaced by seriousness. "Can you return to your normal form?"
+
+All eyes turned to Max. They were curious. They were desperate to know if he still could, or if the infernal energy had consumed him entirely.
+
+Max’s gaze flickered to Aden, his face as unreadable as stone. Slowly, he nodded. "I can." His voice was calm. "But I don’t want to."
+
+The air quivered as his crimson aura raged outward like wildfire. His voice grew sharper, heavier with conviction. "Not until I kill those twin demons who destroyed the Valora Continent. Until I tear them apart with my own hands, I won’t turn back. I can’t turn back."
+
+Aden’s smile faded. His fiery presence shifted, his expression turning grave as he looked directly into Max’s glowing eyes. The weight of his gaze was enough to silence even Lady Divine and Emperor Hermes.
+
+"Do you really want to fight them?" Aden asked, his tone heavy. There was no mockery in his words, only the seriousness of a man who knew exactly what such a decision meant.
+
+Max nodded slowly, his crimson eyes glowing with a cold, murderous light. He had to. There was no other choice. If he couldn’t kill them—if he couldn’t cut down those twin demons with his own hands—then this hatred buried deep in his heart would never fade. It would fester, grow darker, stronger, and consume him entirely. The urge to kill was not a whisper anymore; it was a roar, demanding blood.
+
+He clenched his fists tightly, the images of the Valora Continent’s ruins flashing through his mind—the endless corpses, the rivers of blood, the people who had been slaughtered mercilessly. All of it, every death, tied back to him. Because of him, they had all been marked. Because of him, they had all perished.
+
+His killing intent surged like a tidal wave, spilling out into the air, suffocating everyone present. ’I don’t know if killing them will bring me peace,’ he admitted to himself, ’but I know this—if I don’t kill them, I’ll drown in regret for the rest of my life.’
+
+Across from him, Aden Fireborne remained silent for a long moment. He finally turned toward Lady Divine. "What do you think?" he asked in a measured tone.
+
+Lady Divine’s expression was calm, but her eyes glimmered with something sharp. She nodded. "Let him fight. If he can kill them, then it will be a great victory for the human race. And if he cannot..." Her voice turned colder. "...then we will intervene and drag him away by force."
+
+Aden’s gaze lingered on her for a moment before he nodded as well. "That’s what I was thinking."
+
+His fiery aura flared faintly as he turned back to Max. "Alright. You can fight them." His tone was firm, decisive.
+
+Max raised a brow, the corners of his lips twitching upward. "That means the deal is done?"
+
+"The deal is done," Aden confirmed with a nod. "But there’s a condition. If you win, then you walk free as you please. But if you lose..." His eyes sharpened. "...you will listen to us. No acting alone. No reckless moves. You will follow our orders."
+
+Max’s crimson eyes burned brighter, and then—unexpectedly—he smiled. "It’s a deal then." His voice was low but carried the edge of unshakable confidence.
+
+He tilted his head back slightly, his wings flaring wide as his aura raged higher. "I plan to fight them in a week. Spread the word. Let the twin demons hear it clearly—I want them ready. Ready to be slaughtered by me."
+
+The air shuddered as his infernal energy exploded outward, crimson flames whipping through the sky, pressing down on everyone like a storm of rage.
+
+President William exhaled, shaking his head at the sheer force of Max’s killing intent. "Are you sure about this, Max?" he asked, his voice carrying the weight of worry.
+
+Max’s crimson gaze shifted to him, sharp as a blade. "I have to," he said simply. Then, colder, heavier: "And I will."
+
+William studied him for a long moment before sighing deeply, resignation settling in his eyes. "...Alright. I will spread the news. The world will know that you’ve accepted their challenge. One week from now, it will be decided."

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+title: "Chapter 104: Battle to Rescue - 5"
+slug: "ch-104"
+novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
+number: 104
+views: 0
+likes: 0
+wordCount: 1255
+createdAt: "2026-04-13"
+---
+
+Seeing the attack, Max immediately used his Ten Directional Shield and formed 10 hexagonal shields stacked on top of each other, glowing with a distinct hue.
+
+He then activated the Omni Guard skill, enveloping himself in a green-colored protective sphere.
+
+Lastly, he used the Eternal Bulwark skill, summoning an ancient shield between him and the ten hexagonal shields.
+
+"No amount of defense can save you from my attack!" Veylin shouted.
+
+At that moment, the lightning dragon broke through the first hexagonal shield.
+
+In the next instant, the second, third, fourth, and all the way to the eighth hexagonal shield were shattered in mere seconds.
+
+It finally struck the ninth shield, which showed some resistance, but the result was the same. It, too, was destroyed, leaving behind only one hexagonal shield glowing with a red aura.
+
+The lightning dragon collided with the last hexagonal shield and broke through.
+
+However, the Eternal Bulwark shield held firm. It didn’t allow the lightning dragon to pass through immediately, putting up a fight.
+
+Max’s expression darkened as he faced his final shield. ’This one won’t last long either,’ he thought, his mind racing with ideas, but none came to mind that could protect him from a lightning dragon.
+
+’What about runes?’ Max’s eyes brightened as he took out five rune papers.
+
+"Is he trying to draw runes?" The man in the mask asked, his expression turning amused, but he remained on alert, ready to move.
+
+Five glanced at him and said calmly, "Don’t think of protecting him on my watch."
+
+The man in the mask sneered at him but didn’t respond.
+
+’A few minutes more, and my Eternal Bulwark shield will go down.’ Max assessed the situation and grabbed the brush. ’That means I have to draw two runes in a minute.’
+
+After calming himself for a moment, Max began to draw. His brush moved with elegance on the papers, but to onlookers, it was a chaotic blur. Runemasters typically took their time to draw runes, but Max was the opposite.
+
+A few minutes passed, and the Eternal Bulwark shield broke down.
+
+The lightning dragon soon attacked his spherical shield. The pressure on the shield increasing with each passing seconds.
+
+’I’m done,’ Max thought as he completed the five runes and immediately slapped them onto the spherical shield.
+
+He relaxed slightly after placing the runes. The five defense runes would definitely elevate the defensive power of the shield to another level.
+
+As expected, after a fierce battle, the lightning dragon took its last breath before disintegrating into nothingness.
+
+"He doesn’t need my help," the man in the mask smiled, glancing at Five, whose focus was still on Max and Veylin.
+
+Veylin looked at Max, seeing him survive the attack. "You truly are a cockroach," he smiled coldly, his expression turning cruel as he pointed behind Max at the sky. "Look there."
+
+Max frowned and turned to see Jessica carrying two figures on her cube, causing his expression to darken. They were Anton and Alice.
+
+’When did she leave?’ Max cursed himself for being so careless about her. For some reason, he hadn’t considered her a threat, and she had somehow escaped, rushing toward Anton without him noticing—without coming within the range of his Three Dimensional Body skill.
+
+’Does she has a teleportation skill?’ He wondered. That was only thing that could let her disappear without anyone noticing.
+
+"You didn’t accomplish anything," Veylin sneered. "You couldn’t stop me, nor could you help that girl. You’re simply too weak for that."
+
+Everyone around them was shocked as well. They hadn’t expected Alice, whom Max had heroically saved, to fall back under their control.
+
+"This is bad," Nash said, his expression gloomy.
+
+Erica nodded, her tone solemn. "We just don’t have anyone at level 9 or 10 of the Adept Rank. Otherwise, things would be in much better shape."
+
+"If my brother fights, he can buy us some time against Veylin, but he doesn’t seem to be in the mood today," Elena said, her expression sad.
+
+Nash sneered. "You’ll have a huge surprise waiting for you when you get back home."
+
+Elena glanced at him but didn’t think much of it.
+
+Meanwhile, the man in the mask smiled, watching the situation unfold. "The situation just got way more interesting."
+
+’What should I do?’ Max frowned, his panic rising. He couldn’t fight against Veylin, and he couldn’t surprise them again. What other choices did he have?
+
+Veylin glanced at Max, his lips curving into a cold smile. "You know, based solely on potential, you’re on par with that Voidwalker, if not higher. But sadly, you met me too early."
+
+With those words, he arrived before Max, his spear crackling with lightning, aimed at Max’s heart.
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+Max could barely anticipate the attack with his Three Dimensional Body, but he saw the trajectory of the spear.
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+Using the full speed of Dash, Super Dash, and Phantom Dash, Max just managed to sidestep slightly, dodging the spear by a hair’s breadth. However, the momentum of the attack still pushed him to the side, and he was sent stumbling several steps.
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+"You’re better at running fast," Veylin mocked, raising his spear again to aim at Max. But before he could strike, ten fireballs descended from the sky, surrounding him and encircling his body.
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+A lady with black hair, wearing a mask, appeared before him, blocking his path.
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+"You trash from the Black Lotus Guild are annoying," Veylin muttered, spinning his spear in a 360-degree arc, creating a surge of lightning that collided with the ten flames surrounding him, forcing them away. Find your next read on freewebnovel.com
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+But before he could do anything further, hundreds of small swords fell from the sky, their target: him alone.
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+"Nothing can stop me from killing you," Veylin laughed madly, thrusting his spear toward the incoming rain of swords.
+
+A lightning dragon erupted from his body, charging toward his spear and the rain of swords, blowing them away and rendering them useless.
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+Veylin then pointed his spear directly at the lady in the mask, his intention clear. "You’re going down."
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+The lady in the mask replied calmly, "Look around you."
+
+Veylin frowned and turned around, only to see the black flaming spheres he had previously blown away now back, encircling him again.
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+"What are these things?" He asked in frustration, stabbing at each of them with his spear, but his attacks left no mark on the ten black flaming spheres around him.
+
+The lady in the mask replied calmly, "You can’t kill Max Morgan. Just leave with what you have."
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+Veylin’s expression twisted in rage. "You can’t stop me. Nobody can stop me from killing him today." He had seen Max’s potential firsthand, and he understood the danger of someone with that potential. After all, the Monarch had suffered greatly at the hands of such a genius in the past.
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+He couldn’t allow history to repeat itself.
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+Seeing the ten spheres blazing with black flames, Veylin realized they didn’t seem to attack him, but there was something about them that made him feel a distinct threat if he chose to strike.
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+The lady in the mask spoke again, her tone calm. "Leave now. You can’t stop the Black Lotus Guild. Nobody can."
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+"Heh," Veylin scoffed. "The Black Lotus Guild is just a lowly guild in the East Region. It’s nothing compared to the Monarch or even the Royal Family of the West Region."
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+The lady smiled in response. "The waters run deeper in our guild than any other power in this world."

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+title: "Chapter 1034: Immortal Devil"
+slug: "ch-1040"
+novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
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+"Good," Max said, nodding once. His voice was steady, unshaken. "Then I will see you all in the Black Rock Region."
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+Lady Divine’s voice cut in, her tone quieter but laced with suspicion. "Where are you headed now?"
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+Max’s lips curled faintly, his wings folding and then snapping open again as he turned toward the horizon. "To make some allies."
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+Before anyone could respond, his figure blurred. His crimson wings flapped once, and his body shot forward like a beam of red light tearing through the heavens.
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+In the blink of an eye, he was gone—only the trembling air and the lingering echo of his infernal aura remained.
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+Lady Divine’s eyes narrowed as she watched Max’s crimson streak vanish into the horizon. Her fingers twitched faintly, runes already stirring in her hands. "I should follow him," she said, her voice low, but her tone edged with determination.
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+Just as she prepared to give chase, a hand stopped her.
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+"Let him go," Aden said firmly, his brows furrowed. His usually fiery aura simmered like restrained embers, the seriousness in his eyes leaving no room for argument.
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+Lady Divine turned sharply to him, frowning. "If he continues like this—"
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+"He won’t listen to you," Aden cut her off, his tone grave. "Not now. Not in that state."
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+His gaze drifted in the direction Max had disappeared. "With what happened before, he doesn’t trust us at all. Not one bit. And because he’s in his infernal energy state, all of those feelings—the doubt, the rage, the pain—they’re being magnified. Every negative thought in his heart, every scar in his soul... infernal energy pulls it all to the surface. The hatred he feels toward those two demons, his dissatisfaction with us for caging him, the guilt he carries for the slaughter in Valora Continent, and the revenge boiling in him—it’s all amplified."
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+Aden shook his head slowly. "Until he returns to his normal form, reasoning with him will be useless. Anything we say will only harden his resolve against us."
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+The words hung in the air like heavy iron.
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+President William exchanged a glance with Emperor Hermes, both of them sighing heavily before nodding in reluctant agreement. They could feel it too. That aura Max gave off—unstoppable, unyielding—it wasn’t something words could soften. Not now.
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+Lady Divine, however, wasn’t satisfied. She folded her arms across her chest, her sharp eyes narrowing further. Her tone grew cold. "How do you know so much about infernal energy, Aden?"
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+Aden smirked faintly, though the weight in his eyes betrayed the seriousness of what he was about to say. "Don’t think you’re the only one who’s done her research, Divine. The Four God Nation has been studying the Mourning Depths for centuries. We’ve sent countless men and women into its abyss. Geniuses. Criminals. Disposable test subjects. All sacrificed in pursuit of understanding the infernal demon tattoo and the energy it carried."
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+He let the words sink in, his smirk fading into something darker. "And we did learn. We discovered that infernal energy doesn’t just corrupt flesh—it corrodes the heart, poisons the mind, and twists the soul. No matter how strong the will, it burrows in, magnifies the darkest parts of you, and makes them unbearable."
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+Lady Divine’s brows furrowed. "And yet Max—"
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+"—and yet Max is different. I know," Aden finished for her, his expression grim. "That’s why he’s both terrifying and invaluable."
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+He added. "But there’s more. Something far worse than corruption or madness. We finally discovered the source of the infernal energy in the Mourning Depths only a few years ago."
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+"It came from Mark." President William replied. "Previously, all the times we have fought him, we were unaware of his energy but with Mourning Depths and the infernal demon tattoo, we came to know his true power about a thousand year ago."
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+Aden gave a slow nod, his fiery-red hair swaying faintly in the night wind. "Yes, it is Mark," he said grimly. "But before the name Mark became known, he had another title. Another legend."
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+His eyes swept across them, the weight of his words pressing down. "We used to call him the Immortal Devil. There was an old tale, passed in whispers across the Middle Domain. A tale that his soul had been cut, split into three fragments, and sealed away in different corners of the world. But for the longest time, we only knew of two. One fragment was sealed in the Celestial Beast Temple, and the other in what was considered the safest sanctuary in existence— the Tower of Truth in the Lower Domain."
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+Lady Divine’s eyes flickered faintly at that. President William’s expression hardened further.
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+Aden continued, his voice steady but edged with fire. "It wasn’t until a few years ago that we uncovered the truth behind the infernal energy’s origin. It all traced back to that very Immortal Devil... who had taken over the body of a boy named Mark. And the Mourning Depths?" His gaze sharpened. "That cursed abyss was where the third piece of the soul had been sealed."
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+The silence grew heavier.
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+"And as you all know," Aden said, his tone growing more solemn, "that fragment of the soul was released—by Max. And it was Max who was forced, by Mark himself, to bear the 12th layer of the Infernal Demon Tattoo."
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+His fiery aura flickered faintly as he spoke the final conclusion. "And that is why the infernal energy reacts differently to him than anyone else. Because of that twelfth layer, the energy doesn’t consume him. It bends. It answers. It becomes... a power source, rather than a curse. This is a theory from the many researchers of the Four God Nation from what we have researched on Max’s control of infernal energy."
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+He paused for a moment, studying their faces before adding, "From what I saw just now, Max’s mind is calm—steady, even. His thoughts remain his own. But his heart... his heart is under constant corrosion. That tattoo gives him control, but it also feeds his hatred, his grief, his rage. He can wield infernal energy as though it were his own mana—but it eats away at his heart with every breath."

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+title: "Chapter 1035: Eyeing on Max"
+slug: "ch-1041"
+novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
+number: 1041
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+Lady Divine’s lips pressed tightly, her sharp eyes narrowing with concern. President William’s jaw was tight as stone, his silence heavy with thought. Several of the elders shifted uncomfortably, their unease palpable.
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+Not everyone, however, was convinced—or pleased.
+
+Emperor Hermes’ expression grew dark, his eyes sharp as blades as he turned to Aden. "Are you telling us..." His voice dropped, cold and dangerous. "...that you’ve been spying on Max this entire time?"
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+Hermes’ tone grew heavier, edged with accusation. "From the way you speak, it’s as if you’ve been keeping track of him since the Lower Domain. Since the very moment he came into contact with the Mourning Depths. Tell me, Aden—how long has the Phoenix God Nation been keeping their eyes on Max Voidwalker?"
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+Aden turned his fiery gaze toward Hermes. His face was steady, but there was no hesitation in his reply. "We had to. Max came in direct contact with Mark. Every individual in the Lower Domain who has ever crossed paths with that devil has been monitored. It was necessary. Even my daughter and my wife had came in contact with Mark." His tone hardened, carrying the weight of centuries of vigilance. "But Max... Max turned out to be different. Special. Unlike any of the others."
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+His words echoed in the air, undeniable.
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+Hermes gave a slow nod, though his expression remained dark. Dissatisfaction simmered in his golden eyes. The truth was bitter—he understood the logic, but he did not like the method. The Four God Nation had always walked their own path, working closely only with the Hunter Association and the Obsidian Order. To them, the Seven Overlord Forces were pawns—indispensable when needed, discarded when not.
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+And now, hearing this blunt admission from Aden, Hermes felt that same disdain burning through.
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+Aden exhaled deeply, his fiery aura dimming for a moment as his shoulders weighed with the burden of recent events. "There is one thing we failed to anticipate," he admitted, his voice heavy. "Or perhaps I should say—it was neglected amidst the chaos of the demons." His gaze darkened. "The Lower Domain."
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+Silence spread across the group.
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+"Even though guardians were stationed there, they were never strong enough to withstand Mythical Rank or Divine Rank demons," Aden continued. "We poured all our focus into defending the Middle Domain, so much so that we overlooked the cracks forming below. And because of that negligence..."
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+He pressed his fingers against his forehead, his tone weighed with regret. "...too many lives were lost. An entire continent was destroyed."
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+The image of the Valora Continent’s ruin hung in the minds of everyone present—the corpses, the shattered lands, the sea of blood. A silent reminder of their failure.
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+Aden lowered his hand, his fiery eyes sharp once more. "Enough. What’s done is done. What matters now is preventing it from happening again." He turned to Lady Divine, his tone cutting through the heavy air. "Divine, keep an eye on Max. Watch for demons or Ascendants who might try to strike at him. We cannot afford to let anything happen to him." His last words rang with the utmost seriousness, carrying the weight of a command no one dared ignore.
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+Lady Divine studied him for a moment before giving a sharp nod. "Understood." With that, her figure blurred, vanishing into the night.𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎
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+Aden then turned his gaze to the others, his presence burning like a silent flame that demanded obedience. "The rest of you—return to your duties. Strengthen your forces. Prepare for the war ahead."
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+President William and Hermes exchanged a glance before disappearing, their figures melting into the horizon. One by one, the remaining elders and representatives followed suit, until only Aden remained.
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+Aden let out a long breath, the weight of the meeting still heavy on his shoulders. His figure flickered once, then vanished into the horizon.
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+When he reappeared, it was inside a simple yet elegant room. The faint fragrance of sandalwood lingered in the air, and the soft glow of lantern light filled the chamber with warmth.
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+Behind a massive desk carved of blackwood, a young lady sat leisurely. Her long black hair spilled down her back like a river of silk, and in her hand she held a slice of apple, biting into it with calm indifference. She faced the large window opposite the desk, gazing out at the starlit night, so Aden could only see the curve of her back and the sharp outline of her silhouette.
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+Her presence, however, filled the entire room—quiet, yet commanding.
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+Aden bowed his head slightly, his expression still grim. "He agreed to enter the Heavenly Lord Secret Domain. But only on one condition—that he also be allowed to step into the Celestial Beast Temple."
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+The young lady chewed slowly, swallowing the piece of apple before speaking. Her voice was soft, clear, yet carried a chill that made Aden’s heart tighten. "Good. That place is precisely where Max should be right now. The geniuses of the Middle Domain—or of this entire planet—are no longer enough to pressure him. Only that secret domain, with its inheritances and trials, can forge him further." She nodded faintly, as though everything was unfolding according to her expectation.
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+Aden hesitated briefly, then added, "He also agreed to fight the twin demons."
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+The lady’s laugh was light but cold. "Let him fight." She placed the half-eaten apple slice on the plate beside her. "Your so-called council erred gravely when they chose to cage him. Imagine caging the apex predator of this world—ha! What a joke. Do they not understand? The moment they tried to bind him, they planted a seed of resentment in his heart."
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+Her tone sharpened slightly. "And a heart like his never forgets."
+
+Aden frowned, his fiery aura flickering faintly around him. "But his infernal energy... From what I saw, he’s drowning in it. His heart is consumed by nothing but the will to kill, to slaughter. He’s like a ticking bomb, ready to explode at any moment. And yet..."
+
+Aden paused, rubbing his temples with a weary sigh. "...strangely, he has it all under control. Perfect control. I don’t know if that is good or bad for him."

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+title: "Chapter 1036: Meeting the old saintess"
+slug: "ch-1042"
+novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
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+
+The lady leaned back in her chair, her shadow stretching across the floor as the moonlight poured through the window. Her voice was calm, dismissive even. "Just let him be. You don’t need to concern yourself with such things."
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+Her fingers tapped gently against the desk as she spoke, each word steady, unwavering. "You should know what it means for a person to have bloomed the ninth-petal lotus during their first Divine Path Lotus Phenomenon. That isn’t mere talent—that is fate itself. A fate larger than this world. He is not shackled by the same chains as we are."
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+She turned her head ever so slightly, and though Aden still couldn’t see her face, the faint outline of a smile curled against the moonlight.
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+"Max Voidwalker is a man who walks a path that drowns all others. The more you try to stand in it, the more certain it is you’ll be swallowed whole."
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+Her words lingered like a prophecy, chilling and undeniable.
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+Aden’s fiery eyes flickered, but he lowered his head respectfully. "...Understood."
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+The lady reached for another slice of apple, biting into it slowly, as if the fate of the world were no heavier than her late-night snack.
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+"One more thing I must address," Aden said slowly. "I have only stood before the Immortal Devil a handful of times in my entire life... but I can say this with absolute certainty: the aura Max is releasing right now—it feels the same. When I stand before him, it’s as though I am standing once again in front of that evil devil."
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+The young lady behind the desk paused in the act of biting into her apple. For a moment the silence was thick, broken only by the crunch of the fruit. Then she sneered, her voice cutting sharp. "That evil devil?" she echoed, a faint mockery lacing her tone. "It seems you all never truly understood your so-called devil at all."
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+Her black hair shimmered faintly as moonlight streamed through the window, her face still hidden from Aden. "Whatever happens from now on," she said coldly, "do not interfere with Max’s path. Let him do what he wills. The more you attempt to bind him, the more certain it is that you will only break yourselves upon him."
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+Aden lowered his head, the weight of her words pressing down. "Understood." With a flicker of fiery aura, his figure vanished, leaving the room in silence once again.
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+The young lady leaned back in her chair, her lips curling faintly as she gazed at the stars outside. "Max Voidwalker..." she murmured softly, almost like a prophecy. "...whether salvation or ruin, you will decide this world’s fate."
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+---
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+Far away, under the shadow of a vast mountain in the Balerog Region, a scarlet streak split the sky before halting. Max descended slowly, crimson wings folding against his back. His infernal aura surged faintly, pressing against the world itself as his gaze fell upon the figures waiting for him.
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+Standing there was an old lady draped in simple robes, her aged face filled with calm wisdom yet shadowed by grief. Beside her was a middle-aged man with cold, resolute eyes, and not far behind stood a figure Max recognized instantly—Elder Owen, the first elder of the Black Lotus Guild.
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+"Old Saintess..." Max’s crimson eyes widened faintly. "When did you come here?"
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+The old woman smiled gently, though sorrow lingered in her gaze. "After you ascended to the Middle Domain, I returned as well. The Lower Domain had settled somewhat, and there was no longer a need for me to remain there."
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+"Lower Domain..." The words tore from Max’s throat like broken glass. His hands clenched into fists so tight his knuckles cracked audibly. His aura pulsed violently, red flames licking the air. "They—" his voice trembled, raw grief spilling into rage, "they are all dead!"
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+The Old Saintess’s expression faltered, her wrinkled face tightening with pain. "I heard," she said softly, her voice laced with mourning. "It was tragic beyond words. But, Max, know this—it is not your fault."
+
+Her eyes grew sharp, her tone gaining weight. "The demons are always like this. They descend from the outside, invaders with no heart for our world. They don’t see us as people. To them, we are cattle, no different than livestock to be culled. For centuries, we humans have lived in fear—fear of the nulls, fear of the Ascendants, worrying they might wage war against us. But in that fear... we forgot the demons."
+
+Max’s crimson eyes glowed with seething fire, his voice rumbling with unyielding hatred. "I will kill them all," he growled, teeth gritted, his aura flaring like a storm. "Every last one of them—I will slaughter them until none remain."
+
+The Old Saintess sighed quietly, her aged eyes misting as she studied him. Once, Max had been radiant—youthful, bright, carrying a joy and vigor that lit up everyone around him. That memory rose unbidden in her heart, clashing painfully with the man who now stood before her. His body was wreathed in infernal fire, his eyes glowed crimson, and from him poured nothing but hatred, death, and the unending intent to kill.
+
+In this moment, he reminded her not of the boy she had once known—but of Mark. That same suffocating aura, that same death-stained presence she once felt in the Middle Domain.
+
+Max broke her thoughts, his tone solemn as he glanced briefly at Elder Owen, then back at the old woman and the man beside her. "I am here to fulfill the promise I made to Elder Owen." His eyes then flicked toward the current leader of the Black Lotus Guild.
+
+The middle-aged man, Razel, stepped forward. His aura was steady, like a blade hidden in a scabbard—sharp, restrained, but deadly. "Then come with me," he said calmly, nodding.
+
+He turned, his cloak fluttering behind him as he led the way. "To the hidden city of the Black Lotus Guild."
+
+Max followed without hesitation.
+
+Even with his Three Dimensional Body scanning outward, he had never found this city despite having the coordinates from the Obsidian Tower. It was hidden too well—buried beneath layers of concealment and illusions that cloaked it from even the sharpest senses.
+
+It was because of this, that he had to release all his aura to force the people of the Black Lotus Guild to come out to meet him.

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+title: "Chapter 1037: Meeting the Parrot Spirit again"
+slug: "ch-1043"
+novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
+number: 1043
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+
+The hidden city of the Black Lotus Guild unfolded before Max’s eyes like a vision from another world. It was one of the largest cities he had ever witnessed—so vast it stretched endlessly in every direction, its farthest edges swallowed by the horizon itself.
+
+Unlike the radiant brilliance of Heaven City or the majestic splendor of the Great Ruler Empire, this city carried a different kind of magnificence. Its theme was stark and striking: everything here was woven in shades of black and white. Towers, streets, and bridges glimmered faintly under an artificial glow, their surfaces reflecting light like polished obsidian and marble. It felt like a city of night, eternal and silent, a place carved not for show but for shadow.
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+Yet despite its solemn aesthetic, the city pulsed with life. Armored cultivators walked its wide avenues, robed assassins vanished into alleyways, and groups of masked figures moved with perfect discipline, every step as precise as clockwork.
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+To Max, it was clear—this was not merely a city. It was a fortress in disguise, a sanctuary hidden from the eyes of the Middle Domain, built for one purpose: to shelter the most dangerous guild in existence.
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+But Max barely spared it a glance. His crimson eyes, sharp and determined, focused immediately on the tallest structure in the city: the Inheritance Tower.
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+It rose above all else like a spear piercing the sky. Its design was different from other towers Max had seen—spiraling obsidian walls interlaced with glowing white inscriptions, as though runes themselves held it together. From afar, it radiated an oppressive aura, a pressure so great that even peak Legend Rank cultivators would hesitate to approach.
+
+Old Saintess and Razel walked by his side, guiding him down the wide avenue that led straight toward the tower. They exchanged no words, for they could see the single-minded purpose in Max’s stride. He did not look left or right, did not admire or question the city around him. His entire being was aimed at one goal.
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+At last, they arrived before the massive double doors of the tower. Black steel carved with dragon motifs loomed before them, each line etched with ancient runes of blood. The doors were said to open only for those chosen by the Guild’s inheritance itself.
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+Old Saintess stepped forward, her wrinkled hands clasped together. Her voice was steady, but her eyes betrayed hope. "Go. From this moment forward, the inheritance will judge you. We all hope you succeed... that you can evolve the bloodline of all Black Lotus Guild members who dwell in the Middle Domain."
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+Razel, the current leader, crossed his arms but nodded firmly. His voice carried authority, yet also respect. "I hope you achieve success. If you do, Max... you will not just be the Guild’s hope. You will be our future."
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+Max met their gazes briefly. Then, with a silent nod, he turned and pushed the doors open. The runes glowed faintly, and the doors parted for him without resistance.
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+He entered.
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+The air inside was heavy, charged with ancient power. Just like the Inheritance Tower in the Lower Domain, this one too contained seven floors—seven trials of blood, soul, and destiny.
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+Max moved without hesitation. He passed the first floor, then the second, third, fourth... his aura flaring brighter with every step, the infernal energy swirling around him merging seamlessly with the guild’s dark inheritance.
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+At last, he ascended to the seventh floor.
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+Outside, Razel and Old Saintess waited, their gazes locked on the glowing runes that reflected Max’s progress.
+
+And then—it happened.
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+"He... he truly reached the seventh floor!" Razel’s voice trembled, his composure shattering as shock spread across his face.
+
+Never, in the long history of the Black Lotus Guild or its parent legacy, the Black Dragon Palace, had anyone ever reached the seventh floor of the inheritance tower in the Middle Domain. Not a single genius, no matter how talented, had crossed that line.
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+Razel had once scoffed when Old Saintess spoke of Max’s feat in the Lower Domain—that he had climbed to the very top, evolving the Guild’s bloodline itself. To him, it had sounded impossible, a myth born from exaggeration.
+
+But now, as the seventh-floor runes glowed brightly, undeniable proof of Max’s ascension, Razel felt his breath catch.
+
+The Old Saintess only smiled faintly, though her eyes misted with emotion. She had known. She had believed.
+
+Razel whispered to himself, disbelief still shaking his voice. "So it’s true... he’s not just another genius. He awakened the nine-petal lotus in his very first Divine Path Lotus phenomenon... and now this." His fists clenched unconsciously. "Perhaps... perhaps he really is the true deal."
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+The weight of Max’s destiny pressed down on them all.
+
+Inside the tower, Max stood alone on the seventh floor, bathed in the inheritance’s dark light. His crimson eyes glowed faintly.
+
+"You are here, Max."
+
+The voice reverberated through the seventh floor, not with the echo of sound but as though it was spoken directly into his soul. Max’s crimson eyes narrowed as recognition flickered within him. The tower spirit—the same one he had encountered in the Lower Domain.
+
+He remembered it telling him that they would meet again in the Middle Domain.
+
+And now, here they were.
+
+A sudden flutter of wings broke the stillness. From the void above, a parrot’s figure manifested, its feathers shimmering faintly with threads of black and silver light. It swooped gracefully before settling across from Max, perching on a low pedestal. Its beady eyes gleamed with wisdom older than empires.
+
+"Max," the parrot spirit spoke, its tone low, thoughtful. "You... have changed." Its gaze lingered on Max’s dark red hair and the ocean of infernal energy radiating from his body like a second skin.
+
+Max stood tall, unflinching under its scrutiny. His voice was calm, steady, devoid of hesitation. "I have. I know that." His eyes sharpened. "Last time I came here, I received the true inheritance of the Black Dragon Palace. Tell me—what is in it for me this time?"
+
+The parrot spirit tilted its head slightly, studying him. It had seen many geniuses pass through countless towers across the world. But Max was different. The boy who had once been curious, radiant with youthful energy, was gone. What stood before it now was colder, sharper—a blade honed by tragedy and wrath.
+
+"You get straight to the point now," the spirit observed. "Not like before."
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+Max didn’t respond and just gazed at him calmly.

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+title: "Chapter 1038: Evolving the Bloodlines"
+slug: "ch-1044"
+novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
+number: 1044
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+wordCount: 1053
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+
+The parrot spirit spread its wings faintly, its voice carrying weight. "This time, what awaits you is control. You will command the bloodlines of every member of the Black Lotus Guild. Through you, their veins will answer. None will dare think of betrayal. Not even their hearts will allow it."
+
+Its eyes gleamed. "And more—your mastery of the black flames will ascend into a new realm, far beyond what you wield now. The fire of chaos in your bloodline will become something that can burn even the fabric of laws."
+
+Max’s crimson eyes glimmered faintly. He gave a slow nod. "Good. That’s what I need."
+
+His voice was cold, decisive. "Do it."
+
+The parrot spirit bobbed its head once in acknowledgment. Then, with a beat of its wings, the floor trembled. From beneath the dark stone, a massive pillar began to rise, covered in scales etched with glowing runes of black flame. It stopped at Max’s level, radiating heat so intense that the air around it warped and twisted.
+
+The parrot’s voice echoed again. "Place your hand upon it, and the inheritance shall begin."
+
+Max stepped forward without hesitation. His right hand rose, the veins in his arm glowing faintly as his Black Dragon Chaotic Bloodline stirred restlessly within him.
+
+He pressed his palm against the pillar.
+
+At once, the runes ignited.
+
+A torrent of power surged up his arm and roared through his body, awakening the depths of his bloodline. He felt it at once—his Black Dragon blood roaring to life, scales of shadowy fire flickering across his skin, his aura exploding outward in a storm of black flames interlaced with scarlet infernal energy.
+
+The seventh floor trembled as the inheritance began.
+
+BOOOOM!
+
+Runes flared in blinding black light, spreading across the walls, the floor, even the air itself. The seventh floor trembled violently, as if the tower were awakening after centuries of silence. From the pillar, streams of black flame energy surged into Max’s veins, entwining with his Black Dragon Chaotic Bloodline.
+
+"Argh—!" Max gritted his teeth as a torrent of ancient will flooded into his body. He felt the weight of countless generations—bloodlines born, cultivated, and extinguished—all surging into him. His skin burned as shadowy scales flickered into existence across his arms and chest, glowing faintly with chaotic fire.
+
+The parrot spirit hovered above, watching intently. "Yes... it answers you. The bloodline accepts you as its true master. From this moment on, no one of the Black Lotus Guild can resist you. Their very existence will bow to your command."
+
+Max’s vision blurred as a flood of memories invaded his mind—images of black dragons soaring through burning skies, assassins cloaked in shadows carving their way through empires, and the birth of the Guild itself beneath the ruins of the Black Dragon Palace. He saw chains of blood binding generation after generation, waiting for someone who could finally unshackle them... and bend them into strength.
+
+And that someone was him.
+
+The pillar’s runes pulsed faster, brighter, until his entire body glowed like a furnace. His black flames surged higher than ever before, roaring and twisting with such intensity that they seemed to burn through reality itself, leaving cracks in space wherever they touched.
+
+At the same time—
+
+Outside the tower...
+
+The hidden city shuddered.
+
+One by one, every member of the Black Lotus Guild felt their bloodlines ignite. Elders, assassins, even the newest initiates—all of them froze as their veins burned with searing heat, their hearts pounding violently.
+
+"Wh-what is this?!" A masked assassin stumbled, clutching his chest. "My bloodline—it’s... evolving!"
+
+Across the city, the same cry echoed. Black flames erupted around them uncontrollably, their lotus insignias glowing on their skin. Some screamed in pain, others gasped in awe, but all of them felt it—their bloodline was breaking through its limits, rising to a new stage.
+
+Even Elder Owen, standing outside the tower with Old Saintess and Razel, clutched his chest in shock. His aura surged, doubling, tripling in strength as his blood roared with newfound vitality. His eyes widened in disbelief. "The evolution... it’s true. He’s doing it!"
+
+Old Saintess closed her eyes, tears welling as she whispered, "Just like in the Lower Domain... he’s raising us again."
+
+Razel, the current leader, stood frozen, his composure shattered as his aura skyrocketed. He had doubted. He had scoffed. But now, with his own bloodline evolving in real time, there was no longer room for disbelief. His voice trembled, equal parts awe and terror. "He... he really has control over all of us."
+
+Back inside the tower...
+
+Max’s eyes snapped open, glowing with a fusion of crimson and black. His aura exploded, flooding the seventh floor with a suffocating presence. His flames were no longer just fire—they carried the weight of dominion. They were not merely destructive—they were law.
+
+The parrot spirit’s voice rang out, echoing with ancient finality. "It is done. From this day forward, the bloodlines of the Black Lotus Guild answer to you alone. Their evolution is your gift. Their loyalty is your chain. You are their master."
+
+Max clenched his fist, black flames wrapping around it like a dragon coiling its prey. For the first time since Valora’s fall, a faint smile tugged at his lips—not of joy, but of grim satisfaction.
+
+Outside the Inheritance Tower, the glow of runes was still fading when a quiet settled over the hidden city. But it was not the silence of emptiness—it was the silence after a storm, when every heart beat louder than thunder.
+
+The members of the Black Lotus Guild were trembling, their auras swelling, their veins boiling with newly awakened power. Every assassin, every elder, even the weakest initiate... all of them had just crossed into a higher stage of their bloodline. Their strength surged so violently that the entire hidden city now pulsed like the heart of a beast.
+
+Old Saintess stood with Elder Owen and Razel, her aged eyes glowing faintly. She could feel her own bloodline, tempered by centuries, suddenly stretch to heights she never thought possible. The power coursing through her veins was intoxicating, terrifying, and awe-inspiring all at once.
+
+Razel’s hands trembled slightly as he gazed at the glowing tower, his usual composure nowhere to be found. His aura had exploded severalfold, his bloodline evolving so completely that he could barely contain it.

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+title: "Chapter 1039: Guild Master Max"
+slug: "ch-1045"
+novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
+number: 1045
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+
+The Old Saintess finally broke the silence, her voice low but firm. "With this... the Black Lotus Guild has crossed a threshold no other force in this world can ignore."
+
+Razel nodded stiffly, his jaw tightening. "You’re right. Even the Seven Overlord Forces—those who once looked down on us, those who called us assassins lurking in shadows—they are nothing compared to what we are now."
+
+His eyes gleamed with ambition, sharp and dangerous. "Our strength now... it rivals the Four God Nation themselves."
+
+Old Saintess looked at him, her gaze heavy with both warning and pride. "For countless centuries, the balance of this world has rested on those four empires. The Phoenix God Nation, the Dragon God Nation, the Tiger God Nation, and the Turtle God Nation—together, they stood as the Four God Nation. But there was a time, long ago, when the truth was different."
+
+She paused, her voice growing softer, almost reverent. "It was once the Five God Nation. The fifth was the Devil God Nation... until it was destroyed, its legacy buried."
+
+Razel’s aura surged unconsciously, the ground trembling beneath his feet. His voice was low, but it carried the weight of destiny. "And now, with Max’s inheritance... with the evolution of our bloodline, we truly has the power to form the fifth god nation called our Black Dragon Nation. Bringing Four God Nation to its original name Five God Nation."
+
+Old Saintess closed her eyes, exhaling slowly. She could still see Max as a boy in the Lower Domain—radiant, stubborn, unyielding. Now, he stood at the center of a storm that could reshape the entire Middle Domain.
+
+She opened her eyes again, filled with conviction. "Yes... Max has given us the key. The Black Lotus Guild will no longer hide. We will take part in the war against the demons at the front battlefield."
+
+Razel nodded. Evolving every single bloodlines of every members of the Black Lotus Guild truly increased their strength to a very high level. And now it was their duty that they fought the war against the demons with their full force.
+
+The runes on the Inheritance Tower dimmed, the violent tremors easing into silence. Then, with a low rumble, the great doors parted.
+
+A wave of oppressive aura burst forth. Black flames laced with crimson infernal energy spilled into the sky, staining the very heavens.
+
+Max stepped out.
+
+He didn’t walk—he rose. His figure ascended into the air above the tower, his crimson hair blazing in the glow of chaotic fire, his wings unfolding with terrifying majesty. He hovered there, overlooking the entire hidden city like a sovereign returned to his throne.
+
+At that very moment, every member of the Black Lotus Guild froze. From the lowest initiate to the highest elder, their bloodlines roared in response to his presence.
+
+It was not subtle. It was overwhelming.
+
+Each of them could feel it—an invisible chain of blood binding their hearts to Max. Their veins burned with recognition, their souls trembling with submission. They knew instinctively: he was no longer just their inheritor. He was their master.
+
+Elder Owen fell to his knees, clutching his chest as his bloodline flared. "This connection... it’s absolute!" he gasped. His body quivered, not with pain, but with awe.
+
+Another assassin staggered, his mask slipping from his face. His voice was shaken as he shouted, "Even the thought—just the thought—of resisting him brings agony to my veins!"
+
+Around the city, countless members bowed instinctively. Their minds could not form rebellion. Their hearts could not shape betrayal. The very idea of disloyalty twisted their bloodlines into torment. It wasn’t fear. It wasn’t obedience. It was something far deeper.
+
+It was loyalty beyond choice.
+
+Their veins had become extensions of Max’s will. Their loyalty was etched into their very existence.
+
+The Old Saintess’s eyes glistened as she whispered, "Now I understand... even a whisper of rebellion would tear them apart from within. This isn’t loyalty taught or sworn. This is loyalty carved into the essence of their blood."
+
+Razel’s aura surged uncontrollably as his bloodline bent beneath Max’s presence. His fists trembled, his lips curling into a bitter smile. "He’s become more than a leader," Razel muttered, staring up at Max’s form in the sky. "He is the Black Lotus Guild itself."
+
+---
+
+From Max’s perspective—
+
+The sensation was unlike anything he had ever known.
+
+When he stepped out of the tower, he felt it immediately—an ocean of connections flooding into his soul. Threads of blood, millions of them, weaving into him like streams converging into a river.
+
+Each member of the Black Lotus Guild was linked to him now. He could feel their heartbeats, their breaths, their emotions. Rage, relief, fear, ambition—it all pulsed faintly inside him. He could even sense the exact moment any of them dared to consider betrayal, for the bloodline itself would crush that thought into agony.
+
+He clenched his fist, and thousands of bloodlines quivered at once. The sheer control was absolute, undeniable.
+
+’So this... this is what it means to command a bloodline.’
+
+It wasn’t just power—it was dominion. He could silence the entire Guild with a thought, or drive them to war with a single word. The loyalty they bore wasn’t theirs anymore. It was his. He had burned it into their essence.
+
+For the first time, Max understood the phrase Guild Master in its truest sense.
+
+A faint smile touched his lips as he looked down upon them. "I feel all of you," he murmured softly to himself, his voice carrying on the wind. "Your blood, your hearts, your lives... They’re mine now."
+
+The city erupted in a thunderous roar as every Guild member dropped to one knee, shouting in unison:
+
+"ALL HAIL THE GUILD MASTER!"
+
+Their voices shook the hidden city to its core.
+
+Max’s crimson eyes glowed brighter. For the first time, the Black Lotus Guild was not just his ally.
+
+They were his army.
+
+"I will give you your first command from me. Listen well." Max said his voice reaching each and every single member of the Black Lotus Guild.

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+title: "Chapter 1040: Max’s Order"
+slug: "ch-1046"
+novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
+number: 1046
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+
+7th floor, Inheritance Tower.
+
+Max sat cross legged on the cold obsidian floor, his focus entirely on the swirling ball of black flames that hovered above his palms. The flames pulsed with a deep, chaotic rhythm, alive yet restrained, each flicker carrying a destructive force that could unravel the space around it.
+
+Across from him, the parrot spirit observed carefully, its sharp eyes never leaving Max as it offered instructions on how to bend the unruly flames to his will.
+
+The inheritance he had received had changed him. His control over the black flames had risen to a higher level, but the flames themselves had changed as well. Their quality had transformed, becoming denser and far more volatile.
+
+They no longer behaved like the chaotic yet obedient flames he had once commanded; these new flames resisted him at every turn, their destructive essence thrashing against the boundaries of his will. For the past several days, Max had remained inside the tower, struggling endlessly to master what the inheritance had given him.
+
+It was not a task that could be achieved easily. Under normal circumstances, even the most gifted genius would require years of meditation, trial, and failure to adapt to the flames’ new nature. The improved control granted by the inheritance gave Max an advantage, but it was far from enough on its own.
+
+Anyone else would have been consumed by frustration, yet Max possessed something different.
+
+The Dimension of Time.
+
+When the pressure became overwhelming in the real world, he shifted into that separate space where time flowed differently. One hour in the outside world equaled a year inside. Within that dimension, he practiced endlessly, adjusting his breathing, refining his intent, and tightening the leash on the black flames until they obeyed.
+
+Then he returned to the real world, tested what he had learned, and repeated the process again and again.
+
+The cycle was grueling. Each transition between the Dimension of Time and reality demanded both mental strength and focus, but Max pressed forward relentlessly. With every shift, his control sharpened. The flames that had once lashed violently now began to coil together, their chaotic dance smoothing into a sphere of pure, concentrated destruction.
+
+At last, what remained was no longer an unruly inferno. Floating steadily above his hands was a single ball of black flames, perfectly still, perfectly balanced. It radiated an aura of terrifying power, silent but overwhelming, a sign that Max had bent the flames entirely to his will.
+
+The parrot spirit nodded with approval, its voice carrying a tone of satisfaction. "You have done it."
+
+Max’s crimson eyes opened slowly. The reflection of the flames glimmered within them as he exhaled, calm yet resolute. He had mastered this stage of the inheritance, and in doing so, had taken another step closer to the strength he needed for what lay ahead.
+
+"You are very good at controlling the black flames. If it were any other person it would take them years even with the improved control granted by the inheritance," the parrot spirit said with a long sigh, its tone filled with reluctant admiration.
+
+Max raised his head and looked directly at the spirit. His eyes were calm, though firm. "I am leaving."
+
+The parrot spirit blinked in surprise, its feathers ruffling slightly. "What? So early?" It had expected Max to linger, to test the limits of his newly enhanced flames or perhaps explore the deeper secrets hidden in the tower.
+
+Max shook his head. "I have important things to do."
+
+The parrot spirit tilted its head, then gave a slow nod. It could sense the weight behind Max’s words and knew that the young man was not exaggerating.
+
+"I understand," it said softly. "I do not know where this path of yours will lead, but if you ever head to the Divine Realm, take me with you. I am not an ordinary spirit. My consciousness is linked to every inheritance tower across the universe. If I can reach the Divine Realm, I should be able to connect with the towers there. Through that connection, I could access memories and knowledge far beyond what is here. I may be able to help you when that time comes."
+
+Max regarded the parrot spirit with a measured expression. He could feel that its words carried truth. After a moment, he nodded once. "I will keep that in mind."
+
+With those words, Max’s figure blurred, and in the next instant he vanished from the seventh floor. The oppressive aura he left behind slowly faded, returning the tower to silence.
+
+The parrot spirit remained perched on its pedestal for a long time. Then it sighed again, though this time there was a hint of freedom in its voice. "With the inheritance now fully transferred to Max, my task here is done."
+
+For ages uncounted, perhaps for eons stretching so far back that even it could not recall the beginning, the parrot spirit had been bound to the tower. It had been a guardian, a guide, and a judge, carrying out the duty entrusted to it by the ancient founders of the Black Dragon legacy. Only when someone worthy took the full inheritance could it finally sever that bond.
+
+Now, with its burden lifted, the parrot spirit could feel the invisible chains that held it to the tower falling away. For the first time, it was free to roam the world. Its eyes glimmered with something like excitement as it spread its wings wide.
+
+"Finally," it whispered to itself. "I can see the world with my own eyes, not through stone and memory."
+
+With a powerful beat of its wings, the parrot spirit took flight, leaving the seventh floor behind. The inheritance tower stood silent once more, its task fulfilled, while outside a new future awaited both the spirit and the one who had claimed its legacy.
+
+---
+
+Max’s figure floated calmly above the wide empty space surrounding the inheritance tower, his aura steady yet heavy with intent. A few days earlier, he had issued his first command as the master of the Black Lotus Guild.
+
+The order had been simple but absolute: every squad was to hunt down demons silently and without hesitation, but under no circumstances were they to risk their lives recklessly. If they encountered strongholds or large gatherings of demons, they were to retreat and report back immediately rather than pursue glory.
+
+This directive reflected the contradiction within Max’s heart. His hatred for demons burned hotter than any flame, and he longed to slaughter every last one of them in vengeance for Valora Continent. Yet he also valued the lives of those now bound to him by bloodline. He would not allow them to throw themselves into death simply to satisfy his thirst for revenge.

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+title: "Chapter 1041: Gamble of President William"
+slug: "ch-1047"
+novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
+number: 1047
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+---
+
+Because of this, he had organized the guild’s forces into squads of ten, ensuring that each group had enough strength to withstand unforeseen dangers and protect one another when threats became overwhelming.
+
+As he hovered there, his thoughts momentarily deep in reflection, two powerful auras entered the area. Razel and the Old Saintess appeared before him, their figures rising steadily until they floated at his level.
+
+The Old Saintess studied him quietly for a moment before speaking. "Are you going to fight the twin demons?" Her tone was calm, but her eyes carried the weight of worry.
+
+Max nodded once. His crimson gaze was unwavering, his resolve already set.
+
+Razel, however, smiled faintly. "Then let us go together. We will stand by your side." His tone carried both pride and conviction, the loyalty of one who had witnessed Max transform the fate of their entire guild.
+
+Max’s eyes swept across the two of them, and though his face remained firm, there was a flicker of acknowledgment in his expression. He did not reject their offer.
+
+Without further words, he turned toward the horizon. His wings of crimson fire unfolded, releasing a surge of power that shook the air. With a single motion, his figure shot forward like a streak of red light, leaving the inheritance tower behind.
+
+Razel and the Old Saintess followed closely, their own auras cutting through the sky as they matched his speed. Together, the three of them left the Balerog Region and set their course toward the Black Rock Region, where destiny awaited and the battle against the twin demons would soon begin.
+
+---
+
+It had been seven days since the announcement spread across the entire Middle Domain that Max had accepted the challenge of the twin demons.
+
+Before the announcement, people were divided in their expectations. Many doubted whether Max would step forward at all. The destruction of Valora Continent had shaken everyone to their core, and although Max had the reputation of being the human with the strongest potential, no one would have blamed him if he had refused.
+
+The strength of the twin demons was too overwhelming, and their long history as peak Mythic Rank experts made them terrifying adversaries. If Max had chosen to wait, it would have been seen as the logical decision of someone with a long path ahead of him.
+
+Yet the announcement came. Max had accepted the challenge, and the news spread like wildfire, shaking the Middle Domain with shock and excitement.
+
+For many humans, it was a spark of hope. The past weeks had been filled with fear and oppression under the growing dominance of the demon race. Cities had been attacked, guilds had fallen, and people had been slaughtered. The declaration that Max would face the twin demons was like a torch in the darkness, igniting passion and belief in the human race.
+
+Everywhere, people spoke of him with pride, and their blood boiled with anticipation. They wanted to see the genius who carried the greatest potential of their world crush the arrogance of the demons. They wanted to watch him stand on behalf of the human race and return the humiliation the demons had inflicted.
+
+In the taverns and streets of great cities, experts shouted Max’s name, placing their hopes on his shoulders. Merchants and scholars spoke of him as the one who might change the course of the war. Young members dreamed of fighting with the same courage and conviction. For the first time in weeks, the humans of the Middle Domain felt unity born not out of fear, but out of hope.
+
+However, not everyone shared the excitement. Among guild leaders, elders, and experienced experts, there were many who thought Max had acted recklessly. They pointed out that he was too young and that no matter how strong his talent was, the gap between him and peak Mythic Rank experts was far too vast.
+
+To them, this was not courage but recklessness born from grief and revenge. They believed his heart had been clouded by the destruction of Valora Continent and that his thirst for vengeance had led him to make this choice without thinking of the consequences.
+
+These voices argued that Max should have gone into seclusion, cultivated further, and stepped into Mythic Rank himself before taking on such a battle. They reasoned that time was on his side and that his potential was limitless.
+
+To them, he needed only patience, because if he grew to his full power, no demon would be able to stand before him. What they feared was that by rushing into this confrontation, humanity’s brightest hope would extinguish too soon, leaving the race weaker than before.
+
+The Middle Domain waited with bated breath, torn between excitement and fear, unity and doubt. All eyes were fixed on the day the battle would take place.
+
+Regardless of the arguments and doubts, the entire Middle Domain was waiting for the battle with unshakable anticipation. The Hunter Association had taken on the responsibility of broadcasting the fight through the extranet so that it would be witnessed across the entire world. No corner of the human territories would be untouched by what was about to happen.
+
+President William had been the one to make that decision. He understood better than most that morale was as important as numbers in this war. The human race had been losing ground and losing faith ever since the demons began their ruthless campaign, and the destruction of Valora Continent had nearly crushed the collective spirit of humanity. To raise them up again, something dramatic and symbolic was needed. In his eyes, Max could become that symbol.
+
+William was not blind to the dangers of such a choice. He knew very well that the chances of Max defeating the twin demons were slim. They were not ordinary adversaries but peak Mythic Rank experts who had cultivated for more than a thousand years.
+
+Even the most accomplished elders of the Middle Domain would not dare to confront them openly. Yet William chose to gamble everything on Max.
+
+What gave him the courage to do so was his understanding of Max’s character. He knew that Max was not reckless by nature. In the time he had observed him, Max had shown extraordinary patience and intelligence, making decisions that defied his age. However, William also knew that Max was consumed by revenge.
+
+The destruction of his homeland and the loss of countless lives had left wounds that could not be ignored, and in that state Max would not weigh strength carefully. He would fight the twin demons regardless of their power, because for him the battle was not about logic but about justice and vengeance.
+
+The risk of this decision loomed heavily in William’s mind. If Max were to lose in front of the entire world, the consequences would be disastrous. The number one genius of the human race, the one who carried the greatest potential ever seen, would be humiliated and defeated.𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖
+
+The image of his fall would spread across the extranet and lodge itself into the hearts of millions. The fragile hope that humanity clung to would shatter, and despair would spread faster than any enemy army. If that happened, William feared it would change the outcome of the entire war.
+
+And yet he persisted, because the other side of the gamble was equally powerful. If Max were to succeed, if he defeated the twin demons who had brought so much destruction, the effect on morale would be immeasurable. Humanity would rise together, inspired by one man’s triumph. The tide of the war could shift not through numbers or weapons, but through hope reborn.
+
+That was the gamble President William had chosen. To risk despair in order to reach for inspiration. The entire world would watch, and Max’s battle against the twin demons would decide not only his fate but the spirit of an entire race.

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+title: "Chapter 1042: Black Rock Region"
+slug: "ch-1048"
+novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
+number: 1048
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+---
+
+The Black Rock Region was more crowded than anyone had ever seen it before. Tens of thousands had gathered, and the tension that usually filled the air whenever humans and demons stood in the same place was strangely absent.
+
+For the first time in weeks, the ceaseless bloodshed between the two races had paused. The endless skirmishes that had plagued the land seemed to vanish, replaced by an eerie and fragile peace that extended across the entire region.
+
+The contrast was startling. On one side of the battlefield, stretching as far as the eye could see, stood hundreds of thousands of demons. Their appearances were grotesque and varied, but they shared common traits. Their skin was colored in shades of black, red, and deep green, each hue darker than the last, and every one of them bore horns on their heads that twisted upward like crowns of bone.
+
+Their eyes glowed faintly in the dim light, and their bodies radiated killing intent that could suffocate the unprepared. Yet despite their ferocity, none of them moved to attack. Their attention was fixed forward, waiting for what was about to come.
+
+On the opposite side of the field, the human race had gathered in equal number. They stood shoulder to shoulder, members of great guilds, soldiers of 1st class forces, and free experts who had rushed here from all corners of the Middle Domain.
+
+Their robes and armor reflected a spectrum of colors, their weapons gleaming in the sunlight, and their faces carried expressions that ranged from excitement to fear. They had come for one reason alone, to witness the battle that would decide the morale of their race.
+
+Separating the two armies was a massive battle arena. It was newly constructed, the stonework still sharp and unweathered, and its scale was breathtaking. It had been built not just for combat but for spectacle. Its center stretched wide enough to contain titans, and runes were carved across its surface to reinforce the ground, ensuring it would not collapse under the weight of powers about to be unleashed.
+
+At this very moment, several figures already stood within the arena. On the human side, the leader of the Phoenix God Nation, Grandmaster Aden, stood tall at the front, his long crimson hair flowing like a banner of fire. His aura radiated strength and calm authority, a pillar for all humans who had gathered to watch.
+
+Flanking him were five of the leaders from the Seven Overlord Forces, each exuding the power and bearing of men and women accustomed to command. President William stood among them, his expression solemn, the weight of his gamble heavy on his shoulders.
+
+Beside him, cloaked in an air of mystery, was the leader of the Obsidian Order, his face concealed behind a tiger mask. None could read his intentions, but all recognized the significance of his presence.
+
+Facing them across the arena were the demons. Their side was led by a towering red-skinned figure whose body was built like a mountain. His presence alone bent the air around him with oppressive pressure.
+
+This was Varian, a commander among the demons, and his gaze carried unshakable confidence as he stared at the humans without fear. Behind him stood many powerful demons, their auras sharp and menacing.
+
+Among them was one face that drew whispers from the human crowd, Demon Master Bellion, the very demon who had once escaped from President William’s hands. His lips curled into a mocking smile as his crimson eyes swept across the arena, lingering momentarily on William as if to remind him of that humiliation.
+
+The air inside the Black Rock Region grew heavier with each passing breath. Two armies stood watching, leaders of both sides present, and in the center lay the stage where one man and two demons would decide the course of hope and despair.
+
+"Aden, I should remind you that this is going to be a life and death battle between the two parties. Only by killing the other will the other achieve victory," Varian sneered, his tone dripping with contempt. There was not a shred of belief in his eyes that Max could kill the twin demons.
+
+To him, the outcome was already decided. Max would not only be fighting a battle against two opponents instead of one, but his cultivation realm was also far too low. The boy was still at the first level of the Legend Rank, while the twin demons stood proudly at the very peak of the Mythic Rank. The gap was so wide that in Varian’s eyes it could never be crossed.
+
+"I would not like it otherwise," Aden replied with a calm nod. His expression was steady, his crimson hair catching the sunlight. He understood Max better than most of the leaders standing there.
+
+The current Max would never accept anything short of slaughter. He did not want a duel that ended in surrender or a simple retreat. He would only be satisfied when the twin demons lay dead before him. Aden knew the killing was inevitable, and he accepted it. This was war, and in war death was not an exception but a certainty that came for both sides.
+
+Varian glanced around the arena, his massive form casting a long shadow. "So, where is he?" he asked with a sneer. "I am not seeing Max anywhere." His eyes scanned the horizon, his voice mocking and disdainful.
+
+"He will be here any minute," Aden answered calmly, without the slightest hint of doubt in his tone.
+
+"I hope he comes. And I hope he does not hide in fear."
+
+Before Aden could respond, a loud and arrogant voice rang out across the arena, filled with mockery that made the air itself tremble. Every head turned toward the source.
+
+From the demon side, a young figure strolled into the battle arena, his steps deliberate and filled with conceit. His presence alone made the air grow heavy, and the demons standing behind Varian bowed their heads in acknowledgment as he passed.
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+The humans on the other side instantly recognized him, and a wave of solemnity spread across their faces. The leaders of the human race grew particularly grim as their eyes fell upon the newcomer.

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+title: "Chapter 1043: Zoltan"
+slug: "ch-1049"
+novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
+number: 1049
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+createdAt: "2026-04-15"
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+
+It was none other than Zoltan, the current strongest genius of the demon race. His cultivation had already reached the third cycle of life and death within the Divine Rank, a level of power that placed him far beyond most experts in the Middle Domain. His arrogance was not empty posturing but born of true strength and unmatched talent.
+
+For the humans, his appearance was a bitter reminder of the difference between their race and the demons. Even as their side celebrated Max as the brightest human genius ever born, the demons sent forth a prodigy who had already stepped into the Divine Rank.
+
+When Max had went to Lower Domain for a few days to have a talk with Lucien, Zoltan had already made his presence felt in the Middle Domain. During that time, he issued challenges to the peak geniuses of the human race and fought them one after another.
+
+These were not ordinary talents but the most exceptional figures nurtured by the Seven Overlord Forces. In the end, all of them were defeated by Zoltan’s hand, and not one could claim victory.
+
+The battles had shocked those who had witnessed them. Although the geniuses of the Four God Nation had not taken part in those duels, the fact that Zoltan had defeated the best of the Seven Overlord Forces by himself was a feat that spoke clearly of his terrifying strength. His cultivation, already at the third cycle of life and death of the Divine Rank, made him far beyond what humans could contend against at that age.
+
+In the Middle Domain, the word "true genius" was reserved only for those who had reached the Divine Rank or Mythic Rank while still under one thousand years old. It was a standard that filtered out mediocrity and marked only those who could truly influence the balance of power in the world.
+
+By that measure, the twin demons did not even qualify as geniuses. They had lived for more than a thousand years, and while their strength was overwhelming, their talent did not belong to the same category as the new generation of rising stars.
+
+Zoltan raised his chin, his crimson eyes sweeping across the humans gathered in the arena. His voice carried a mocking tone as he said, "Last time I fought against the geniuses of the human race, not one of them was able to last ten moves. I hope this Max proves to be more interesting." His words were laced with scorn, his smile sharp and cruel.
+
+What he spoke of had been carefully kept hidden from the masses. The higher ups of the human race had ensured that his victories over their young elites never reached the wider world. They knew that if such news spread, the morale of the human race would collapse further.
+
+To know that the strongest genius of the demon race had effortlessly swept through the best of their own youth would only plant despair and chaos in their hearts.
+
+Aden’s expression remained calm as he stepped forward slightly, his gaze steady upon Zoltan. "You should also challenge the geniuses of the Four God Nation. I believe you would find that experience more... appropriate," he said evenly.
+
+Zoltan tilted his head and smiled, his sharp teeth glinting in the light. "Oh, do not worry. That day will come soon. It will not be long before I challenge the so-called peak geniuses of the human race. When that time arrives, they will fall one by one, just as the others did."
+
+The atmosphere grew heavier, the air thick with tension. The humans clenched their fists, their pride burning under Zoltan’s open mockery, while the demons smirked in satisfaction at his arrogance.
+
+Just then three figures descended from the sky and landed heavily within the battle arena. Two of them were cloaked in black flames that rippled like living shadows, and the third was wrapped in a dark red aura that churned like a storm of blood. The impact of their arrival sent a faint tremor across the reinforced arena, immediately drawing the attention of both sides.
+
+The humans who had gathered outside the arena erupted in noise the moment they recognized the leading figure.
+
+"Look, is that Max? But didn’t he have white hair before? What happened to him?" one shouted, his eyes wide with shock.
+
+"Yeah, I saw his photos all over the extranet. His hair was white back then, but now it looks red for some reason," another replied, equally stunned by the transformation.𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺
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+Others spoke more cautiously, their gazes fixed on the aura surrounding Max. "His cultivation is still only at the first level of the Legend Rank. I really don’t know if he stands a chance against the twin demons. The difference between their realms is far too wide."
+
+But almost immediately, their doubts were drowned out by voices filled with conviction and fire.
+
+"We should support him regardless. His homeland was destroyed by the demons, and yet he still accepted the challenge and came to fight them. That kind of courage is rare. Not everyone would dare to do what he is doing now."
+
+Another voice rose above the crowd. "Go and kill those demons, Max! Show them what the number one genius of the Middle Domain is capable of!"
+
+The cries grew louder, rising into a roar that spread like wildfire among the humans. "Kill them all! Slaughter every single one of them!" The chants echoed across the Black Rock Region, filling the air with feverish anticipation.
+
+Even though the protective runes surrounding the arena prevented the audience from hearing the conversations within, they could still see clearly what was happening. To them, Max’s arrival was enough to ignite their blood and remind them that humanity still had a fighter who dared to stand against despair.
+
+Inside the arena, Aden stepped forward and allowed himself a rare smile. "You are here," he said, his gaze fixed on Max. He could feel it immediately. The Max standing before him was not the same as the boy from a week ago. Something had changed in him, something profound and dangerous.
+
+Max’s crimson eyes swept past Aden without lingering. His voice was steady and cold as he asked, "Where are the twin demons?" His gaze locked on the demon ranks where Varian, Demon Master Bellion, and Zoltan stood.
+
+Before Varian could answer, Zoltan stepped forward with a sneer curling across his lips. "Oh, are you so eager to die?" His tone was mocking, filled with arrogance and disdain.
+
+Max turned his eyes on Zoltan, and his reply was calm yet cutting. "You should pray for them. Truly, pray for them."
+
+For a moment, Zoltan froze. His smirk faltered as his crimson eyes met Max’s unwavering gaze. What he saw unsettled him deeply. It was not the determination of a human genius nor the reckless bravado of youth.
+
+In Max’s eyes, he saw absolute arrogance, the kind that came only from someone who carried unshakable confidence. He saw the disdain of a sovereign who looked upon his enemies as insects, the certainty of one who believed he could never be defeated.
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+Even Zoltan, the most gifted genius of the demon race, felt a chill crawl through him. ’This human... He is interesting.’
+
+Now he understood why the humans referred to Max as the one with the highest potential ever born among their race.

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+title: "Chapter 105: Battle to Rescue - 6"
+slug: "ch-105"
+novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
+number: 105
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+wordCount: 1237
+createdAt: "2026-04-13"
+---
+
+Veylin smiled in disdain upon hearing the lady in the mask and focused his attention on the ten spheres of black flames.
+
+Seeing them circling around him, he decided to take his chances. With his spear aimed at the lady’s heart, he struck five times in quick succession, but the moment he attacked, one of the five flame spheres turned into a shield and appeared in front of the lady, blocking his strikes.
+
+A look of understanding flashed in Veylin’s eyes as he observed this. "You’re just stalling for time, aren’t you?" he asked.
+
+The lady in the mask responded indifferently, "No, I am not stalling. I am just defending Max."
+
+Veylin’s lips curled into a cold smile. "Then you’ll have to do better than that." His body began to release lightning in all directions around the lady in the mask.
+
+Some tendrils of lightning reached her right side, some slithered around her left, while others curled behind her. The lightning completely surrounded her from all sides.
+
+Just then, Veylin’s body disappeared from his position and appeared at one of the lightning tendrils on the right side of the lady. His spear stabbed toward her heart.
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+The movement of Veylin from his original position to where the lightning was wriggling around was so fast that most couldn’t even react.
+
+But that was not the case for the lady in the mask. From the holes in her eyes, it was clear that she moved her gaze the moment Veylin appeared at her right side.
+
+She was able to react swiftly to his attack, even before it reached her.
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+As soon as Veylin moved from his position, one of the black flame spheres moved with him and appeared at the right side of the lady.
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+It blocked his attack, rendering him shocked, but he didn’t give up. He disappeared again, reappearing where the lightning from her left side was.
+
+Veylin thrust his spear toward her, but once again, it was blocked by one of the black flame spheres.
+
+"I’m faster!" Veylin shouted as he moved around the lady in the mask, stabbing his spear at her from all angles and all sides.
+
+It was like he was riding the lightning… like he became the lightning as he moved along the tendrils, appearing and disappearing out of nowhere.
+
+He was like a blur of shadows attacking her non-stop from all her sides.
+
+However, none of his attacks landed on the lady in the mask. Every single one of his spear strikes was blocked by the black flame spheres, rendering all his efforts useless.
+
+"Who are you?" Veylin asked, his face contorting with frustration. He was one level above her in strength and still couldn’t touch her. This made him very uncomfortable.
+
+The lady in the mask replied indifferently, "It doesn’t matter. Just know that you won’t pass me."
+
+Veylin gritted his teeth in frustration. He definitely didn’t want to let this chance slip away. "It seems I’ll have to get serious now."
+
+The lady smiled in response behind her mask.
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+Veylin calmed himself down, standing with the spearhead facing her. Lightning began to gather around the tip of his spear, slowly concentrating on it.
+
+As this happened, Five turned to the man in the mask. "You faked it quite well by taking the lead and forcing me to counter you, leaving her with Veylin."
+
+The man in the mask chuckled. "I don’t know what you’re talking about," he said, glancing toward the lady in the mask. Suddenly, he sensed a very dangerous energy behind her.
+
+"What’s the kid doing?" he frowned as he saw a long blade in front of Max, glowing with red and blue hues.
+
+Five turned and saw it as well. "He’s been at it for a while now," he said, pondering.
+
+"I know," the man in the mask said, his eyes narrowing. "I thought he was looking for an opening to attack Veylin, but it seems he had something else entirely planned."
+
+Five’s expression turned extremely serious as he studied the blade. "I don’t know if it’s a skill or a technique, but this blade is oozing with serious energy. This attack has already reached our level."
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+The man in the mask nodded, intrigued. "But I don’t think he’s done yet."
+
+While the lady from the Black Lotus Guild had taken her time to defend him against Veylin, Max wasn’t idle.
+
+He had been preparing his strongest attack in such a way that it would appear to others as though he was simply waiting for an opening to attack Veylin. In reality, he had been preparing his most powerful move.
+
+Looking at the long blade emanating such intense power, Max felt conflicted about one thing.
+
+’Should I add my black flames or not?’ At this moment, he didn’t care about others seeing him use black flames, but he couldn’t be sure how people from the Black Lotus Guild would react.
+
+Would they target him for his black flames? What would happen then?
+
+Tens of questions raced through his mind, but he understood that this was his only chance against Veylin. If he didn’t take it, he would always remain passive, relying on others to defend him.
+
+Moreover, only after taking Veylin down would he have a chance to rescue Alice.
+
+’I’ll risk it all,’ Max thought resolutely, and added the black flames to the long blade.
+
+The blade immediately turned pitch black, engulfed in black flames.
+
+The man in the mask was shocked to see the black flames, and for the first time in his life, he felt something stir inside him—something in his bloodline, something restricting his bloodline, restricting his powers.
+
+’Bloodline suppression? But how?’ He muttered his eyes widened in shock, hundreds of questions flooding his mind.
+
+It wasn’t just him who was affected; all the members of the Black Lotus Guild were as well. However, the most noticeable reaction came from the lady in the mask.
+
+The ten spheres of black flames surrounding Veylin suddenly extinguished, their flames vanishing.
+
+The lady in the mask felt the pressure on her body, the suppression of her bloodline. It felt as if someone had stripped away all her strength, leaving her completely vulnerable.
+
+"Move aside," she heard Max’s voice, and as if by instinct, or due to the bloodline suppression, she immediately stepped aside.
+
+Then, she saw a long sword, bathed in black flames, hovering in front of Max. The aura emanating from it was enough to overwhelm anyone completely.
+
+At that moment, Veylin also saw the long blade overflowing with black flames. He had already noticed Max preparing something, but since he had been busy with his own attack, he hadn’t paid attention to Max.
+
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+
+After all, how strong could an attack from someone at level 3 of Apprentice Rank be? He had already faced Max’s attacks before they were strong but at the same time not strong enough to cause any harm to him.
+
+But the instant he saw the blade engulfed in black flames, he regretted his earlier decision. He actually felt a little threatened by that blade.
+
+"Go." Max didn’t waste any time and sent the blade flying toward Veylin.
+
+The distance between them wasn’t great, so the blade only needed a moment to reach Veylin.𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮
+
+"Damn you!" Veylin cursed out loud, his voice filled with rage as he thrust his spear, fully engulfed in lightning, toward Max.

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+title: "Chapter 1044: Max vs Twin Demons"
+slug: "ch-1050"
+novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
+number: 1050
+views: 0
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+wordCount: 1060
+createdAt: "2026-04-15"
+---
+
+"Where are the twin demons?" Max asked again, his voice cutting through the heavy silence that had settled in the arena.
+
+"We are right here."
+
+Two towering figures descended from the sky and landed in the center of the arena. Their cruel grins exposed rows of jagged teeth, and their dark red eyes gleamed with the joy of bloodshed. The moment Max laid eyes on them, the infernal energy around his body flared violently, wrapping him in a suffocating aura that made the air tremble. Yet his expression remained calm, unnervingly calm, as if rage and hatred had been buried beneath an unshakable resolve.
+
+"Let us start the battle," he said flatly.
+
+The sound of his words rippled outward. At once, both the demons and the humans standing on the edges of the arena floated back, retreating beyond the boundaries. The protective runes glowed faintly, sealing off the battlefield and leaving only Max and the twin demons standing within the vast stone platform. The crowd outside fell silent, knowing the clash was about to begin.
+
+Aron, the first of the twin demons, sneered, his deep voice echoing across the arena. "How foolish can you be to accept our challenge? It was nothing more than bait to lure you out, and here you are, ready to throw away your life." His grin widened as he licked his lips.
+
+Bron, the second brother, laughed cruelly and added, "Brother, you are right. This human truly is a fool. Just because we slaughtered a few weaklings, he thinks he can come here and challenge us. Humans really are the most pathetic creatures in the universe. They never learn."
+
+Max’s crimson eyes flickered once, and then his figure vanished. The twins’ grins froze as the space around Bron distorted. Max appeared right in front of him, moving faster than their eyes could follow. His fist surged forward, cloaked in infernal energy and wrapped with the power of one thousand Draconic Essences. The air around his strike cracked, and space itself rippled outward from the force.
+
+His power had risen dramatically in the days he spent within the Black Lotus Guild. Before leaving for this battle, he had requested dragon-related treasures from the Old Saintess and Razel. The Black Lotus Guild, one of the oldest powers in the Middle Domain, had indeed preserved such treasures.
+
+After absorbing them, his Draconic Essences had risen in a meteoric leap, reaching one thousand in total. On top of that, he had secured rare chaos stones that reinforced his Dragon Scales, pushing them all the way to one thousand as well.
+
+The result was a body overflowing with explosive power, scales that rivaled divine steel, and strength that made his fists into weapons of destruction.
+
+Max’s fist, empowered by the strength of one thousand Draconic Essences, tore through the air as though it were ripping apart the very fabric of space. The sheer pressure of the strike bent the surroundings, its destructive intent aimed directly at Bron. For a moment it looked certain that the demon would be obliterated on the spot.
+
+Yet, just as the fist was about to land, Bron’s figure blurred. In the blink of an eye, his position was replaced by Aron, who was already prepared with a fist of his own.
+
+The two fists met.
+
+BOOM!
+
+The sound of their collision shook the arena to its core. The ground beneath them crumbled into rubble as their powers clashed, tearing apart stone and shattering layers of reinforcement beneath the surface. Almost instantly a devastating shockwave erupted outward from the clash, sweeping across the battlefield with unstoppable force.
+
+The wave struck the barrier surrounding the arena.
+
+BANG!
+
+The runes embedded in the barrier flared brightly. These were no ordinary defenses but high-grade protective inscriptions carved with the combined efforts of the most skilled rune masters of the Middle Domain. The shockwave struck them, but the barrier held firm, dispersing the energy harmlessly.
+
+Max’s eyes narrowed. ’Did they just swap places?’ His mind raced as he processed what had happened, but before he could form a strategy, danger approached.
+
+From behind him, a crimson light flickered. A blood arrow, sharp and deadly, shot toward the back of his head. For an ordinary fighter, the strike would have been undetectable until it was far too late. But Max’s Three Dimensional Body saw everything. The instant the arrow entered his range, he perceived it clearly, as though it were moving in slow motion.
+
+Even so, a heartbeat had barely passed since his fist collided with Aron’s. Their arms were still locked together, their clash not yet fully separated, when the blood-red arrow streaked toward the vulnerable spot at the back of Max’s skull.
+
+Just as the arrow was about to strike, a flash of blue light cut through the air. A sword, glowing brilliantly, appeared behind Max and met the blood arrow in mid-flight. The two forces collided, sparking violently before dispersing into nothingness. The attack had been intercepted.
+
+Max’s figure vanished in that very instant. He disengaged from Aron and teleported away, reappearing at a safe distance across the arena. His red aura surged around him like a tide as he glared at the twin demons, his mind already analyzing their techniques.
+
+Aron turned his head toward Bron, his grin widening. "Brother, this one is strong. He took my fist head-on and did not even flinch."
+
+Bron stepped forward and joined his brother’s side, his own aura pulsing with speed that bent the air around him.
+
+Max’s crimson eyes gleamed coldly. ’One is overwhelmingly strong, and the other is incredibly fast. Together, they will be difficult to handle.’ He knew this battle was going to push him to his very limits. But the fire of vengeance within him only burned hotter.
+
+The spectators outside the arena were frozen for a moment, their eyes wide as they tried to comprehend what they had just witnessed. The silence among the demons broke first, their voices sharp with disbelief.
+
+"How could this be? How could a human match Aron in pure raw power?" one demon hissed, his clawed hands trembling.
+
+"Aron is said to possess one of the greatest physical strengths among all demons, a monster who could crush mountains with his fists. And yet that human did not even budge when they clashed," another demon said, his face pale with shock.

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+title: "Chapter 1045: A Raging Battle"
+slug: "ch-1051"
+novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
+number: 1051
+views: 0
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+wordCount: 1052
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+---
+
+Their voices carried a tone of fear that was difficult to conceal. The thought of a human standing against Aron’s overwhelming might was unthinkable to them. Even more unthinkable was that this human was not at the Mythic Rank or Divine Rank but still at the first level of the Legend Rank.
+
+The humans, on the other hand, were equally stunned, but their shock quickly gave way to elation. Excitement surged through their veins like wildfire as they processed what they had just seen.
+
+"The first exchange ended in a tie," someone shouted from the human side, his voice trembling with excitement.
+
+"Yes, and it was two against one. Max was not suppressed at all. He stood his ground against both of them."
+
+"There is a chance. There truly is a chance that Max can kill these demons."
+
+The mood of the humans shifted rapidly. What had begun as nervous anticipation now transformed into burning hope. For weeks, they had lived under the shadow of the demons, oppressed by the destruction of the Valora Continent and countless battles lost. Now, standing before them was a figure who refused to bend, a youth who fought with power that should not have been possible.
+
+"I always believed in Max," a voice rang out from the crowd. "Only he can slaughter these demons. Only he can turn the tide of this war."
+
+The cry spread through the crowd, sparking a roar of voices rising together.
+
+"Go, Max! Slaughter them!"
+
+"Slaughter them all!"
+
+"Kill them! Leave none of them behind!"
+
+The chants shook the Black Rock Region as humans screamed his name, their voices filled with desperation, hope, and rage. They no longer saw him as just a genius. To them, Max was becoming a symbol of defiance, the one who could fight against the oppression of the demons and bring light back into their war.
+
+---
+
+The arena trembled as the three figures exploded into motion once again.
+
+Aron charged first, his massive frame breaking through the air like a collapsing mountain. His fist glowed with the weight of demonic energy, every strike tearing cracks across the arena floor.𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺
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+Max met him head-on. His body flared with red light as the full power of one thousand Draconic Essences surged through his veins. His scales glimmered faintly beneath his skin, and when his fist collided with Aron’s, the sound was like thunder splitting the heavens. Stone shattered beneath their feet, sending fragments flying outward.
+
+Before the shockwave from their clash even faded, Bron appeared at Max’s side. His figure blurred as if space itself bent to accommodate his speed. He moved like lightning, his claws slashing toward Max’s throat with precision meant to kill.
+
+Max’s crimson eyes flickered, and his body vanished, teleporting just as the claws sliced through the afterimage he left behind. A flash of red lightning burst across the arena as he activated the Storm King’s Inheritance of Extreme Speed. His body became a streak of red lightning, racing back toward Aron before Bron could adjust.
+
+Aron roared, his fist swinging upward, but Max was already there. Their fists collided again, sparks spraying outward like meteors across the night sky. Each collision shook the protective barrier, runes straining to contain the chaos. The sound of their blows echoed endlessly, a drumbeat of destruction that filled every inch of the arena.
+
+Bron appeared behind Max once more, his movements sharper and faster than before. He struck with both hands, his claws aiming for Max’s spine. Yet Max’s Three Dimensional Body revealed every movement. He twisted his torso, teleporting an instant before impact, reappearing above Aron’s shoulder. His fist descended, golden light burning as he aimed to crush Aron’s skull.
+
+Aron caught the punch with both arms, his knees buckling under the weight but refusing to break. The ground beneath him split apart, veins of destruction spreading outward like spiderwebs.
+
+Bron did not pause. He darted across the battlefield, his figure leaving streaks of red light in the air. He intercepted Max mid-air, claws colliding with Max’s sword of red lightning that burst into being in his hand. The clash sent arcs of blue lightning scattering in all directions, wrapping the arena in a storm of raw energy.
+
+The battle became a blur of motion and destruction. Max teleported again and again, each time appearing in front of Aron to meet his strength with the full power of his Draconic Essences. Each punch was like a falling star, colliding with Aron’s massive fists in a symphony of power.
+
+At the same time, he used the Storm King’s speed to keep pace with Bron, vanishing and reappearing, their clashes forming streaks of light that wove across the battlefield. Lightning, blood energy, and infernal flames collided over and over, each strike louder than the last.
+
+The crowd outside could not look away. To them, the battle was almost incomprehensible. Fists collided, claws slashed, and lightning cracked in a constant storm. The three figures blurred, appearing and disappearing in flashes of power, each exchange threatening to tear apart the arena itself.
+
+One exchange passed, then ten, then fifty. The sound of impact and the sight of light became endless. Neither side yielded. Aron’s strength was met blow for blow, his body forced backward but never broken.
+
+Bron’s speed was countered step for step, his claws slicing through air but rarely finding flesh. And Max, with his body fortified by dragon essence and his mastery of teleportation and storm speed, stood unbroken between them, his fists, blades, and flames never once faltering.
+
+After a hundred exchanges, the battlefield lay in ruins. The once smooth stone floor of the arena had become a wasteland of craters and cracks. The runes of the barrier glowed brightly as they strained under the endless barrage of force, their light flickering dangerously.
+
+The three figures stood apart, breathing heavy but unyielding. Aron’s arms were bruised, his skin cracked from the pressure of Max’s fists. Bron’s claws dripped faintly with blood, not from Max but from the strain of his own speed tearing at his body. Max’s red hair burned like fire, his chest rising and falling, the infernal aura around him surging higher with every breath.
+
+Neither side had gained the upper hand.
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+And yet none of them showed any sign of backing down.

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+title: "Chapter 1046: Suppression"
+slug: "ch-1052"
+novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
+number: 1052
+views: 0
+likes: 0
+wordCount: 1012
+createdAt: "2026-04-15"
+---
+
+"Max is too strong," President William said, his voice carrying a sigh of relief mixed with disbelief. His eyes remained fixed on the battle raging in the arena. "If we had known he could fight against the twin demons without falling behind, we would never have locked him up in the first place."
+
+Lady Divine’s gaze sharpened as she studied Max’s figure, her tone solemn. "It is the infernal energy if I am not mistaken. He has been maintaining that form for more than a week now, and from what I see, all of the infernal energy he has drawn into himself during this time has been stored within him. That is why he appeared so unnaturally calm despite the flaring aura. He has been accumulating it for this very moment, preparing for this battle."
+
+Aden nodded slowly, his expression thoughtful. "That is what I suspect as well. But the question remains—how did he manage this? To accumulate infernal energy means facing its corruption. The longer one gathers it, the stronger the corruption grows until it consumes both body and mind. And yet look at him. Max seems unaffected. If anything, he is even steadier than before."
+
+The leaders exchanged uneasy glances. The weight of Aden’s words pressed heavily on them.
+
+Then the tiger-masked man, the mysterious leader of the Obsidian Order, broke into a smile. "Who cares how he managed it? What matters is that Max remains himself. He is not lost to the madness of infernal energy. That alone is enough. We do not need the bloodthirsty shadow of Max who slaughters indiscriminately. We need this Max, the one who can channel that monstrous energy yet remain human. As long as he can do that, I do not care what methods he uses."
+
+The others fell silent at his words. Even Lady Divine, who had been the most cautious, did not disagree. They all understood the truth.
+
+Aden’s crimson eyes flickered with sharpness as he turned back toward the battle. Inwardly, his thoughts hardened. ’The Heavenly Lord Secret Domain will decide everything. Whether humanity rises or falls in this war will hinge on what is gained within that place. And Max... Max is the key to it all.’
+
+The leaders continued to watch as the clash in the arena escalated, each silently acknowledging that the youth they once tried to restrain had already surpassed their expectations.
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+---
+
+"Is that all? I was warned by many that you two are too strong but it turned out you two are only two pieces of trashes." Max sneered at them, his eyes glowing bright red.
+
+"Don’t you dare you underestimate us!" Aron and Bron both shouted in unison.
+
+Their bodies flared with demonic light, crimson and black energy pouring out of them in tidal waves that twisted the air. The ground split further beneath their feet, unable to withstand the pressure of their awakening techniques.
+
+Aron raised his massive arms and roared, his skin darkening to a near obsidian shade as streams of blood energy spiraled around him. His body swelled, muscles rippling with unnatural strength as a colossal war hammer of condensed blood force appeared in his grip.
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+With a single swing, he brought the hammer down, releasing a shockwave that carried the weight of mountains. The wave of blood energy surged forward, hungry to crush everything in its path.
+
+At the same moment, Bron’s form blurred into streaks of light, his figure splitting into dozens of afterimages that darted across the battlefield. Each image released a crimson spear made of condensed demonic energy. They shot forward in a storm, hundreds of blood spears streaking through the air like a rain meant to pierce every inch of space around Max. The combined force of their assault was overwhelming, strength and speed interwoven to annihilate their opponent.
+
+Max’s crimson eyes narrowed. His body shifted, and in his hand appeared his sword, gleaming with killing intent.
+
+The blade vibrated with resonance as he infused it with his understanding of sword, flame, and lightning. The Severing Sword Concept at level three, the Flame Concept at level three, and the Lightning Concept at level three surged into the weapon, intertwining like threads of destruction. The aura around him grew sharp, hot, and electric all at once.
+
+He raised the blade and swung.
+
+The Heaven-Piercing Thunderclap Sword burst forth. The first form came down like a stroke of divine lightning, splitting apart the blood wave of Aron’s hammer. The second form followed immediately, thunder roaring across the arena as his sword cleaved through the storm of crimson spears.
+
+One by one, the images of Bron shattered, his afterimages dispersed like mist under lightning. The sword light carried on, growing fiercer with each form. By the time the ninth form was unleashed, the entire arena was alight with arcs of lightning that split the ground and sky, the barrier groaning under the sheer force of it.
+
+The twin demons staggered back, their combined attack torn apart as though it were nothing. Their eyes widened with rage, but Max did not pause. His blade was raised again, this time wreathed in crimson flames that burned hotter than molten lava.
+
+"Crimson Burial Sword Art... Burial of Nine Suns."
+
+Nine blazing suns ignited in the sky above the arena, each one swirling with destructive fire that radiated unbearable heat. The flames coalesced into orbs of annihilation, and then, with a single swing of Max’s sword, they descended. The suns fell like judgment, each one exploding with crimson fire that scorched the very barrier keeping the crowd safe. The protective runes blazed with blinding light, straining desperately to contain the destruction.
+
+Aron roared in fury, bringing his colossal hammer up to block, but each sun that fell pushed him further back. His arms cracked under the pressure, demonic energy spilling from his body in waves of resistance. Bron’s speed faltered as he tried to dart between the falling suns, but the flames licked at his body no matter how fast he moved. Each explosion rattled his core, forcing blood from his lips.

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+title: "Chapter 1047: Spare?"
+slug: "ch-1053"
+novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
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+
+Max stood tall amidst the storm, his sword cutting down technique after technique, his concepts intertwining in perfect harmony. The severing edge of his sword split their defenses, his lightning tore through their speed, and his flames burned their strength to ash. Every energy attack the twin demons hurled at him was shattered in the air, broken apart by either the thunderclap of his blade or the burial fire of his suns.
+
+The arena became a battlefield of elemental destruction. Lightning carved through stone, flames reduced the ground to molten rivers, and sword energy severed even the reinforced runes etched into the earth. Aron and Bron’s combined might shook the arena, but Max’s techniques tore through them again and again, leaving the demons with no advantage.
+
+From outside the barrier, the humans erupted in thunderous cries. They could see clearly that Max was not only enduring the combined assault of the twin demons but dismantling their most powerful abilities with his own mastery. His sword carried the weight of vengeance, his flames carried the fury of loss, and his lightning carried the swiftness of retribution.
+
+For the first time, the arrogance of the twin demons cracked. Their blood eyes narrowed in unison, and for the first time in centuries, they felt pressure.
+
+And Max, his aura still surging higher, looked at them with disdain as if their so-called overwhelming might was nothing but paper before his blade.
+
+"Time to end this," Max muttered, his voice steady as the concept of flame and lightning that had burned around him dissipated completely. What remained was the sharp, cutting presence of his third level concept of the Severing Sword, pure and unyielding. The energy around him grew colder, heavier, as if every strand of existence was being sliced apart by the unseen edge of his will.
+
+Both Bron and Aron immediately grew wary. They could sense that Max was preparing something different, something more dangerous than before.
+
+"Brother, I will flank him from the side while you take his attention head-on," Bron said, his tone low and sharp. His crimson eyes narrowed into slits. "This time, use your full power. I will also use mine."
+
+Aron gave a single nod, his expression grim.
+
+"Demonic Might—Release!" he roared, his voice shaking the entire arena.
+
+His body swelled instantly, muscles doubling in size as his frame expanded by more than five feet. Black steam hissed out of his pores, enveloping him in a suffocating mist that warped the air. His fists clenched so tightly that space itself quivered, faint cracks rippling outward as if reality could not withstand the sheer force gathering in his body. Then, without warning, his towering figure vanished.
+
+WHAAAANG!
+
+The sound was like a war drum tearing through the battlefield. Aron reappeared directly in front of Max, his speed shocking even the most seasoned observers. Despite his colossal form, he moved as fast as Bron, his body blurring into motion that defied expectation. The path behind him was utterly destroyed, a jagged line of collapsed ground and shattered stone marking his approach.
+
+He clenched his enormous fist, the knuckles glowing with demonic light, and brought it down toward Max with the intent to crush him entirely. The impact carried the weight of mountains, the kind of blow that could tear apart continents if not for the runes reinforcing the arena.
+
+At the very same moment, Bron ignited his own technique. His body glowed with crimson light, beams of energy erupting from him like rivers of molten destruction. Everything the beams touched melted instantly, turning stone to liquid and burning holes in the air itself. Then his figure flickered and disappeared, leaving behind only streaks of red light.
+
+He reappeared at Max’s right side, his body glowing like a blade of condensed destruction. There was no pause, no hesitation. His momentum surged as if he intended to ram Max directly with his entire body, a crimson comet of annihilation meant to pierce and erase anything in its path.
+
+For the first time in the fight, the twins were using their full power, their strength and speed unleashed together. The arena shook violently, the barrier runes blazing brighter and brighter to contain the chaos. The humans outside held their breath in fear, while the demons roared with savage excitement, knowing their champions were about to unleash devastation.
+
+Just as the two demons unleashed their devastating charge, Max remained completely calm. His body did not flinch, his breathing did not falter, and his crimson eyes glowed faintly with a cold light. His Three Dimensional Body had already mapped out every angle of their attack, every movement of their muscles, every fluctuation in their energy. Nothing about their assault was hidden from him.
+
+He raised his sword slowly, the blade humming with an aura that seemed to sever even the air around it. His voice was quiet, yet it carried through the arena with the weight of inevitability.
+
+"Sky Shattering Sword Art – Heaven Severing Sword."
+
+The sword descended in a single motion. There was no flourish, no spectacle of power, only a clean and deliberate swing.
+
+BANG!
+
+The sound rang out like the cracking of the heavens themselves. The moment the blade fell, Aron and Bron’s bodies jerked violently. Their colossal attacks never reached Max. Instead, both demons were blasted away as if struck by an invisible force of immeasurable power. Their massive figures were hurled across the arena, spinning through the air like broken projectiles.
+
+They slammed into the far corners of the arena, colliding with the glowing runic walls with thunderous impact. The runes flared brightly, holding against the force, while the stone beneath their bodies cratered from the collision.
+
+For a moment the arena went silent. The demons struggled to understand what had just happened. One moment, their attacks had been inches away from crushing Max. The next, they were the ones sent flying helplessly.
+
+Then the true horror revealed itself. Both Aron and Bron looked down and froze. Their arms and legs had been severed with terrifying precision. Blood sprayed into the air, splattering across the broken stone, but the wounds were too clean, too perfect. There had been no wasted motion, no jagged cuts. It was as if their limbs had simply ceased to exist, sliced away by a force so sharp they never even felt the moment it happened.
+
+A chill unlike any other spread through their bodies. This was not just defeat. This was dominance. Max had chosen not to kill them. He had chosen, instead, to cut away their limbs with surgical accuracy.
+
+And that fact alone terrified them more than death.
+
+Because it meant that in that one swing, Max had already decided their fate. If he had wanted to, he could have ended their lives in an instant.
+
+But was Max really chosen to not kill them?

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+title: "Chapter 1048: Killing would be too easy for them"
+slug: "ch-1054"
+novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
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+
+"What? Just one sword attack, and he cut off their limbs? How could Max be this strong?"
+
+The stunned cries rippled through the demon ranks first, disbelief written across their twisted faces. They had expected a desperate struggle, perhaps even Max’s death, but never something like this.
+
+Even the humans gathered outside the arena were momentarily speechless. They could see clearly that Max’s cultivation had not changed. He was still at the first level of the Legend Rank. Yet with that level alone, he was fighting not one but two peak Mythic Rank demons as though they were toys to be discarded.
+
+"Damn, he truly is the strongest genius of all time," one human finally shouted, his voice cracking with emotion.
+
+"Yeah, he is no joke. I have never seen anyone wield that much combat power. He is the real deal."
+
+"With him taking the lead, humanity has a chance. We actually have a chance to win this war against the demons. If his strength reaches the Divine Rank, then with his combat power, I do not think any being could stand against him."
+
+The words ignited the crowd. They began chanting his name, their voices carrying the weight of hope.
+
+"Max! Max! Max! Max!"
+
+The chants rolled like thunder, echoing through the Black Rock Region. Humans from every corner of the Middle Domain, watching through the broadcast of the Hunter Association, were no different. Across cities, academies, guild halls, and sect compounds, the roar of excitement spread like wildfire. The existence of Max had become more than just a symbol. He was living proof that the human race was not finished. If they could endure, if they could give him enough time to grow, there might yet be victory.
+
+The demons, however, were far from excited. Their faces were dark, their eyes burning with cold fury.
+
+"This human is a problem," Varian muttered, his massive arms crossed over his chest. His voice rumbled with suppressed rage.
+
+Bellion’s expression twisted further, hatred seething in his tone. "That boy killed my student. I want to crush him with my own hands!" His sharp teeth ground together, his jaw tight with bloodlust.
+
+Zoltan’s lips curved into a cruel smile. He leaned closer to them and whispered a few words, too low for the humans to hear. His crimson eyes glimmered with cunning.
+
+Both Varian and Bellion turned their gazes on him, their scowls shifting into sneers. Their cruel expressions said enough. They liked what they heard.
+
+"Do this," Varian said, his dark grin widening. "The rest, I will handle."
+
+The three demons exchanged a look, their expressions sharpening with malice as the battlefield raged on.
+
+---
+
+Max walked slowly across the broken arena floor, each step deliberate, his crimson aura crackling in the air. His gaze never wavered from the two figures sprawled before him. Aron and Bron, once feared as peak Mythic Rank demons, now lay helpless, their limbs severed cleanly by a single swing of his blade. Their massive frames twitched faintly, blood pooling beneath them as they tried and failed to rise.
+
+Max stopped a few paces away, his red eyes as cold as an abyss. His voice carried no anger, only chilling indifference. "Tell me, do you two regret what you did to Valora Continent?"
+
+Aron bared his jagged teeth, sneering even as his body trembled from blood loss. "If you want to kill us, then kill us. What is with this nonsense about regret? We demons do not regret anything."
+
+Max tilted his head slightly, his expression unreadable. "Oh, is that so? For a moment, I thought you might finally regret it." His hands rose slowly, black smoke swirling around his fingers as infernal energy surged forth like liquid corruption. "But since you do not, let me help you understand."
+
+In one swift movement, Max crouched, gripping each of their heads firmly in his hands. The energy in his palms roared to life, pouring straight into their skulls like a flood.
+
+The result was immediate.
+
+"AHHHHHHHH!"
+
+Both demons screamed in unison, their guttural roars of agony echoing through the arena. The infernal energy seeped through their skulls into their minds, corrupting everything it touched. Their eyes bulged, veins spreading across their faces like dark roots. Their bodies convulsed violently, their torsos arching as if their very bones were splintering from within.
+
+Max’s expression did not change. His grip tightened, forcing even more energy into them. The infernal energy was not simply pain. It was corruption that gnawed at their souls, twisting every nerve and tendon, burning through their blood like molten poison.
+
+It forced them to relive every act of slaughter they had committed, but not with triumph. Each memory was distorted, forcing them to feel their victims’ screams and agony as if they were the ones being butchered.
+
+Max had never attempted something like this before, but deep inside he had always known it was possible. The first time he had been consumed by infernal energy, it had forced him into a state of constant torment, twisting his body and mind until he felt he would break.
+
+That experience, though cruel, had planted the knowledge in him. If the infernal energy could do that to him, then with his current mastery over it, he could direct that same corruption outward.
+
+Over the years, Max’s control over the infernal energy had grown sharper, more refined. What had once been a wild force trying to devour him had become a weapon he could bend to his will. He had shaped it, mastered its tides, and now he could thread it through every nerve of another being’s body. It was no longer just destructive energy; under his command it became corruption that could rot a soul and break a mind without ending life.
+
+As his hands pressed harder against the skulls of the twin demons, Max poured more of that corruption into them. His crimson eyes narrowed as he remembered Lenavira. She had suffered under a curse that had twisted her into her dark elf state, and through her, Max had seen the depths of despair that such corruption could cause. The sight of her anguish had burned itself into him, and from that image he drew inspiration.
+
+If Lenavira, a being with light mana, could suffer so much from infernal energy, then the demons, who were the epitome of evil and darkness, surely would suffer much more.

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+title: "Chapter 1049: Zoltan making a move"
+slug: "ch-1055"
+novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
+number: 1055
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+
+Killing Aron and Bron would be simple. One strike, one swing of his sword, and their heads would roll. That would end their existence quickly, far too quickly for Max’s heart to accept. Death was a release, and release was not what he wanted for them.
+
+He wanted them to feel the weight of what they had done. He wanted their every breath to carry agony, their every thought to be poisoned by pain. He wanted them to suffer in ways they had never imagined, not for a few moments, but for as long as he chose to keep them alive.
+
+Their bodies twisted violently beneath his grip, their screams echoing across the arena. The corruption spread through them like wildfire, but Max kept a tight leash on it. He guided it carefully, making sure it destroyed without killing, burned without ending, broke without releasing. Every moment was engineered to draw out despair.
+
+In his mind, he had already decided. Aron and Bron would not die here. Their punishment would not be so merciful. They would live, but in chains of torment spun from his infernal energy. For every soul they had slaughtered on the Valora Continent, for every scream they had ignored, Max would carve suffering into their bodies.
+
+To him, this was not vengeance alone. It was justice. And justice, in his eyes, demanded eternity.
+
+Bron’s voice broke into a shrill, distorted cry. "Stop! STOP!" His body flailed helplessly, stumps of his severed limbs scraping against the stone as if trying to crawl away.
+
+Aron tried to sneer again, tried to show defiance, but his voice cracked under the weight of pain. "We... we do not... regret..." His words dissolved into another scream as black smoke poured from his mouth.
+
+The crowd outside fell silent. The humans watched in awe and fear, unable to look away as Max’s infernal aura engulfed the demons. The demons who once showed no remorse now writhed like insects under his grip. Even the demons in the audience shifted uneasily, some stepping back as if the agony of their champions bled into their own bones.
+
+Max leaned closer, his voice soft, almost whispering. "You took everything from me. You destroyed my continent. You slaughtered my people. Now, you will feel what they felt... every second of it."
+
+The infernal energy surged again, and their screams grew hoarse. Their eyes rolled back as their bodies shook violently, spasms racking their frames while the corruption tore at their very essence. Max did not kill them outright. Instead, he fed the energy in carefully, ensuring their suffering was drawn out, an endless cycle of torment and decay.
+
+For the first time since the battle began or one would say since their birth, the twin demons knew despair.
+
+"Everything has consequences in this world, and this is yours," Max muttered, his tone flat and merciless. With a flick of his hand, the broken bodies of Aron and Bron vanished into his Dimension of Spirit. Inside that separate world, he gave his orders. Blob was tasked with torturing them physically, breaking their bodies over and over, while Tian was commanded to keep constant watch. The Dimension of Spirit itself restricted every movement they might attempt.
+
+There would be no escape, no reprieve. Aron and Bron would live out the remainder of their existence in unending agony, writhing under the corruption of infernal energy consuming them making them feel the agony of all the humans they had slaughtered in the Valora Continent from within while Blob inflicted pain from outside.
+
+For them, death would have been mercy. Max had denied them mercy.
+
+Clap. Clap. Clap.
+
+The sound of hands coming together echoed through the arena. It was slow, deliberate, and mocking. A figure stepped forward from the ranks of the demons, his crimson eyes gleaming with excitement. It was Zoltan, the demon race’s strongest genius, striding into the arena with a smile curling across his lips.
+
+"You are very good," Zoltan said, his voice smooth but carrying a sharp edge.
+
+"Damn it, when did he enter?" Aden muttered, his expression turning grim. He, President William, Hermes, and several other leaders of the human side immediately took flight, surging toward the arena to intervene. Yet before they could step inside, their path was blocked. Varian, Bellion, and several demon leaders moved into place, their auras flaring to seal the space like an impenetrable wall.
+
+Aden’s face darkened. His voice cut through the air. "What is the meaning of this, Varian? Are the demons breaking their word?"
+
+Varian sneered, his fangs glinting in the crimson light. "Zoltan only wishes to exchange a few moves with Max. That battle with Aron and Bron stirred something in him, awakened his fighting spirit. He wants to see just how talented this boy from your human domain really is."
+
+Aden’s hands clenched tightly, his voice cold. "Do you think this is possible? Do you think we will allow this?"
+
+Before he could take another step, a voice whispered in his ear, carried by vital essence transmission. It was Max.
+
+[Grandmaster Aden, don’t act rashly. Let them have their way for now. Zoltan cannot kill me. If you have been watching me all this time, then you know I can teleport to the Great Ruler Empire at any moment should my life be in danger.]
+
+Aden’s eyes flickered, his expression grim as he listened in silence.
+
+’What do you intend to do?’ he asked through the same secret channel.
+
+Max’s response came instantly, his voice cold and steady. [I intend to make their strongest genius suffer heavily.]
+
+Aden hesitated for only a breath before replying. "Do as you wish. But the moment you feel your life slipping out of your control, teleport away without hesitation."
+
+[I will,] Max answered firmly.
+
+Aden’s gaze shifted back to the arena where Zoltan stood, his body glowing faintly with crimson demonic energy, a predator eager for a worthy hunt.
+
+And Max, standing at the center of the arena with red hair flowing and infernal energy rippling calmly around him, raised his sword slightly, his eyes locked onto Zoltan’s.
+
+"Aden, what is it you fear so much?" Varian sneered, his voice filled with mocking amusement. "They will only be exchanging a few moves. Nothing more. Nothing big."
+
+Aden’s gaze sharpened, his crimson aura faintly rippling. "Varian, I am warning you. Do not try anything foolish. If you do, you will have only yourself to blame for what follows." His tone was sharp and cold, his presence pressing down like a blade.
+
+Outwardly, he played his role as the cautious leader ready to step in at the first sign of betrayal. Inwardly, however, his focus remained locked on Max, waiting for any signal that the youth needed intervention.

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+title: "Chapter 1050: Max’s evil plan"
+slug: "ch-1056"
+novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
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+
+Inside the arena, the tension between the two young figures was suffocating. Max stood tall, his eyes calm, unreadable, and steady. His sword rested loosely in his hand, his red aura pulsing faintly. He looked at Zoltan without flinching. "What do you want?"
+
+Zoltan’s lips curved into a smile, but his eyes burned with hostility. "I hate that look in your eyes," he said, his voice deceptively light. "That calm, detached stare. That uncaring coldness. The look of disdain, as though everyone else is beneath you. It irritates me more than you can imagine."
+
+Max’s lips curled into a sneer. "Oh, that? Just admit it. You feel inferior to me, and I will understand. You do not need to search for excuses to pick a fight."
+
+Zoltan’s smile remained fixed, but his body betrayed him. The thick cords of muscle across his frame trembled as the nerves in his body twitched with suppressed anger. His fists clenched tighter, the cracks in his facade beginning to show.
+
+"You have quite a fast tongue, human," he said softly, though his voice carried the weight of threat. "But it will not save you."
+
+His eyes narrowed. "I was entertained by your little battle against Aron and Bron, but it was not enough. I want more. I want you to take a move from me."
+
+Max’s expression darkened at the arrogance in Zoltan’s tone. His grip on his sword tightened slightly, and after a long breath he gave a single nod. "Do it."
+
+Zoltan’s grin widened into laughter, his voice echoing across the arena. "That is what I wanted to hear." He raised his fists, black energy surging violently around them like a storm. His aura twisted, distorting the air, and then he thrust his hands toward the ground.
+
+Almost instantly, the earth beneath Max cracked and split apart. From within the shadows, black serpent-like creatures erupted forth, their bodies long and sinuous, their scales glowing faintly with demonic light. They slithered across the shattered ground with terrifying speed, their maws opening wide to reveal rows of needle-like fangs.
+
+The serpents surged forward, their hissing cries echoing through the air, each one diving toward Max as though intent on swallowing him whole. The ground trembled under their advance, and the runes of the arena flickered faintly from the intensity of Zoltan’s technique.
+
+Max stood at the center, his red eyes narrowing slightly, his aura still calm even as the swarm of serpents closed in around him.
+
+’Time to test the new black flames,’ Max thought, his eyes glowing coldly as he let go of the restraints he had held until now.
+
+Bang!
+
+The air trembled violently as black flames erupted from his body like a raging volcano. They surged outward in an instant, expanding in all directions with devastating force. The flames swallowed the arena whole, spreading like a tide of darkness that consumed everything in its path.
+
+The serpent born from Zoltan’s technique shrieked as the black fire wrapped around its body, its scales sizzling before it was engulfed completely. Even Zoltan himself vanished into the storm of black fire.
+
+The humans watching outside gasped in shock. The barrier surrounding the arena flickered faintly, straining to hold back the terrifying energy. The black flames looked alive, twisting and coiling like an endless sea of burning shadows, blotting out everything from view.
+
+Varian’s eyes narrowed sharply, his voice carrying a note of surprise. "What?" He had not expected Max to unleash such a devastating ability so suddenly. The sheer scale of it made even him uneasy.
+
+But almost immediately, he calmed and sneered. "It does not matter. These black flames will not harm Zoltan. The difference in their power is too vast. If Max were at the Mythic Rank, then perhaps things would be different. But at his current level, this changes nothing." His tone was steady, but his gaze did not leave the burning arena.𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺
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+Aden stood with his arms crossed, his eyes locked firmly on the battlefield. His expression had grown grave. ’What are you trying to do, Max?’ he thought. The youth’s actions were deliberate. That much was certain. Max was not one to waste energy without purpose.
+
+Inside the inferno, Zoltan’s laughter cut through the roaring flames. His bulky frame stood firm, black energy rippling around him like armor, keeping the destructive fire at bay. His grin widened, his voice mocking. "You think these flames can stop my attack? How naive."
+
+The black serpent, thought to have been consumed, suddenly lashed out. Its massive tail whipped violently, and with one crushing sweep, the infernal creature blew away the surrounding sea of flames. The black fire dispersed with a thunderous roar, scattered like smoke torn apart by a storm.
+
+But as the smoke cleared, Zoltan’s mocking expression shifted. He glanced around, scanning the arena.
+
+Max’s figure was gone.
+
+Zoltan spun across the arena, his crimson eyes darting from one corner to the next, his senses straining to find even the faintest trace of Max. The flames had been blown away, the air cleared, and yet the human had disappeared as though swallowed by nothingness. A shiver ran down his spine.
+
+He was a Divine Rank genius, his perception sharp enough to pierce through illusions and concealments, yet he could not sense a mere Legend Rank youth. For the first time in the battle, unease crept into his heart.
+
+"Max? Are you a coward now?" Zoltan roared, his voice reverberating in the arena. "Come out and face me. You call yourself the strongest genius of the human race, yet you hide like a rat? Reveal yourself!" His sneer stretched across his face, his words dripping with contempt, though in truth they were meant to provoke. Rage was easier to handle than silence.
+
+Just then, a calm voice answered him from behind. "As you say."
+
+Zoltan’s body stiffened instantly. He whipped around, but before he could react fully, Max’s hand was already pressed against his chest, directly over his heart. Zoltan’s eyes widened in horror.
+
+In that single touch, the infernal energy within Max erupted. It surged into Zoltan like a raging tide, flooding his heart and then spreading to every corner of his body. His veins bulged dark red as the corruption raced through him, tainting his blood, twisting his flesh, and clawing at his soul.
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+Zoltan staggered backward, his muscles seizing violently. "What are you doing?!" His roar turned into a distorted cry, and as he tried to sprint back, the energy had already taken root. It was too late. His entire body was now wrapped in a burning shroud of infernal energy, both inside and out.
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+He clutched at his chest, eyes wild. "What did you do to me?!" His voice cracked as the corruption deepened. The first wave of agony struck him like fire running through his veins. He felt an uncontrollable rage swell in his heart, so overpowering that he thought his blood vessels would burst at any moment.
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+His breathing grew ragged, and along with the rage came thousands of other emotions all crashing through his mind at once—hatred, fear, jealousy, despair, anguish, greed. They all screamed inside his head, louder and louder, until he could no longer distinguish his own thoughts.
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+His knees buckled as he struggled to control himself, but every attempt only fed the corruption. His fists shook, his teeth ground until they cracked, his skin darkened in patches where the infernal energy burned like a brand.
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+Then, in the midst of this chaos, his gaze snapped to Max. He expected to see the same red-haired, abyssal figure that had stood before him since the beginning of the fight. But what he saw made his mind reel.
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+Max’s hair was no longer red. It had returned to its natural white, glowing faintly against the darkness of the infernal energy that still swirled around him. His expression was calm, detached, and utterly controlled.
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+"You... what did you do to me?" Zoltan demanded, his voice breaking with panic. His pride as the strongest demon genius was collapsing under the unbearable storm raging inside him.

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+title: "Chapter 1051: Corrupted Zoltan"
+slug: "ch-1057"
+novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
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+"Damn, human! What did you do?!" Zoltan roared, his voice cracking with pain and fury. His body convulsed violently as if every muscle inside him was being ripped apart.
+
+The uproar drew the others instantly. The figures of Varian, Bellion, and several other demon lords stormed into the arena, their auras flaring wildly. At the same time, the human leaders also appeared. Aden, President William, Lady Divine, and the tiger-masked leader of the Obsidian Order positioned themselves in a tight formation around Max, ready to intervene if the situation demanded it. The remaining human leaders spread out, their eyes fixed on Zoltan.
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+The entire arena fell into tense silence as everyone registered what they were witnessing. Zoltan, the strongest genius of the demon race, was overflowing with infernal energy. His body shook as if it was about to burst, dark red lines of corruption running beneath his skin.
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+The leaders of the human race, who were all well-versed in the nature of infernal energy, froze in shock. Even with their knowledge, none of them had seen something like this before. Zoltan was not wielding infernal energy—he was drowning in it.𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂
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+Their gazes shifted back to Max. His white hair fluttered gently, his aura calm and steady, completely free of the infernal energy that had consumed him for weeks. The contrast was stark. It did not take long for them to understand what had happened. Max had transferred all of his accumulated infernal energy into Zoltan.
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+But the method was beyond comprehension. They had never heard of any technique, art, or curse that allowed such a direct transfer. Their shock deepened into disbelief. How could a Legend Rank human, with nothing more than a touch, burden the peak of demonic genius with such corruption?
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+"Ahhhhhh!" Zoltan’s scream cut through their thoughts. His body twisted violently as his voice cracked into madness. "I am going mad! I am going MAD!" He clawed at his chest, tearing his own skin as the infernal energy inside him began to eat away at his mind and soul. The corruption spread faster than he could resist.
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+"Max! What did you do to him?!" Varian bellowed, his fury palpable. His hands rose as he released torrents of demonic energy, forcing it into Zoltan’s body in an attempt to stabilize him. But almost immediately, Varian’s expression shifted into horror.
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+The demonic energy he supplied was devoured the moment it entered, swallowed whole by the raging infernal current within Zoltan. Nothing he did slowed it down. It only seemed to make it worse.
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+Zoltan dropped to his knees, black smoke rising from his pores. His eyes, once sharp and filled with arrogance, now bulged with madness. The sclera turned pitch black while crimson veins spread across them like cracks in shattered glass. His jaw unhinged slightly, his teeth lengthening, his breath coming in ragged snarls.
+
+Then the corruption took physical form. His skin darkened as patches of crimson and black scales began to spread across his chest and arms. The once-sturdy aura of a Divine Rank genius was now fractured, unstable, and terrifying. His body expanded and contracted as if the infernal energy was reshaping him against his will. His mind was no better; his shouts of rage became incoherent, filled with twisted laughter and guttural growls.
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+He was being torn apart, both inside and out.
+
+And Max, standing only a few feet away, watched with calm indifference, his hand resting lightly on the hilt of his sword.
+
+The corruption inside Zoltan reached its peak, and his body could no longer resist the overwhelming tide of infernal energy. His screams deepened into guttural howls that shook the very barrier of the arena. His flesh writhed as if alive, veins bulging until they burst open to release black steam that hissed into the air. His arms convulsed violently, his bones snapping and then reforming at grotesque angles, swelling into twisted claws that gleamed with black fire.
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+His face elongated, jaw unhinging as razor fangs grew outward. His crimson eyes were gone, replaced by pits of darkness laced with glowing infernal red. His back tore open with wet cracks as long jagged spines of blackened bone erupted, dripping with burning corruption. The last traces of the proud genius named Zoltan vanished as his entire body was consumed in a storm of infernal growths.
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+"Grrrrrrroaaaaaaaar!" The roar that escaped his mouth was not human, nor demon. It was the cry of a beast, primal and corrupted, echoing with nothing but hunger and hate. The ground beneath his feet cracked as black flames burst from his pores, scorching everything around him.
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+"Zoltan..." Varian’s face fell, his eyes wide in horror. He could feel it clearly now. There was no will left in the body before him. His student, the greatest genius of the demon race, had been erased. What stood in his place was a mindless husk, nothing more than a puppet for infernal energy itself.
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+"No..." Bellion staggered back, his teeth clenched. "This cannot be. This is not Zoltan. This is a monster!"
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+The corrupted Zoltan’s head jerked violently from side to side, his growls like a predator that had lost all reason. Infernal fire erupted across his limbs and wrapped around his claws. His chest swelled unnaturally, the infernal energy inside him overflowing with such intensity that even the barrier flickered and groaned under the pressure.
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+The human leaders watched in stunned silence. Aden’s brows furrowed, and his fists clenched. "So this is what Max did... he turned the strongest demon genius into a vessel of infernal corruption." His voice was heavy, a mixture of awe and dread.
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+Lady Divine’s face paled as she studied the corrupted figure. "That is no longer Zoltan. The infernal energy has eaten away his soul. What remains is only a beast controlled by corruption."
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+The tiger-masked leader of the Obsidian Order tilted his head slightly, his tone filled with unsettling amusement. "Interesting. Very interesting. He couldn’t kill Zoltan because of the difference in their power level... so he did something far worse."
+
+Inside the arena, Zoltan’s monstrous body thrashed and roared, his claws dragging through the floor as sparks of infernal fire hissed in every direction. He was no longer a fighter. He was a calamity, mindless and driven by nothing but the hunger to destroy. His aura was wild and unstable, a storm of infernal energy radiating outward like a plague.

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+title: "Chapter 1052: Monster"
+slug: "ch-1058"
+novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
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+
+"He is no longer a demon now," Max muttered, his voice calm yet carrying a weight that sank into the hearts of everyone present. His white hair flowed in the air, untouched by the corruption that had transferred into Zoltan. His eyes reflected no sympathy, no hesitation, only cold certainty.
+
+Zoltan’s monstrous form convulsed again. His flesh bubbled and writhed as if something inside him was clawing to escape. His mind was shattered beyond repair, his roars incoherent, filled with agony and blind rage.
+
+Every movement of his body exuded raw infernal energy, and it was clear that he was no longer Zoltan the genius but a mindless beast ruled by corruption.
+
+Varian’s face twisted with fury at Max’s words. His voice thundered across the arena, laced with murderous intent. "Damn you humans! You truly are despicable. When you cannot defeat him, you resort to such vile methods. You turn him into this abomination instead of facing him with honor." The demonic energy around his colossal frame surged violently, shaking the ground as cracks spread across the stone beneath him. His rage was palpable, the fury of a teacher watching his most prized disciple desecrated.
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+Max sneered, his expression sharp as a blade. "We are all sorts of bad. That much is true. But it is your misfortune, not ours. You demons chose to invade the human world. You decided to slaughter entire continents. That was your mistake, and it will be your doom." His tone was calm, but every word carried a venom that made even the humans standing nearby feel a chill.
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+He shifted his gaze to the berserk figure of Zoltan, who thrashed against his own body, black flames pouring from his mouth like venom, his claws carving deep gouges into the arena floor.
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+The infernal corruption spread through him without mercy, warping his body into something unrecognizable and drowning his soul beneath waves of madness. His once-proud aura of Divine Rank genius was broken beyond recognition, replaced by a monstrous presence that could not distinguish friend from foe.
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+Max’s eyes narrowed as he addressed the demons. "What I did to Zoltan was only the beginning. A warning, nothing more. Mark my words, demons. It will not be long before I drag your entire race into a fate worse than death. I will make you regret invading our world. I will make you regret crawling back to the surface after centuries of hiding in the shadows. You should have stayed hidden your whole lives."
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+His voice did not rise, yet the conviction in it struck like thunder. The demons felt it pierce their hearts, and even the human leaders could not help but tremble slightly at the chilling promise.
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+Just then, Zoltan’s roar shook the arena, a guttural, twisted sound that carried no trace of reason. His monstrous frame convulsed as jagged spikes of blackened bone erupted from his back, dripping with molten corruption. Infernal fire poured from his mouth, scorching the stone beneath him into ash. His eyes glowed like two pits of molten blood, devoid of thought, devoid of soul.
+
+Then he moved.
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+The corrupted claws lashed out without warning, tearing across the floor with such force that the entire arena quaked. The runes flickered violently under the strain. Zoltan’s aura surged outward like a storm, and its touch was indiscriminate. It cared nothing for sides. Human or demon, it saw only prey.
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+A group of demons behind Varian and Bellion too slow to retreat screamed as black fire swept across their bodies. Their skin blistered and peeled away before they collapsed into heaps of smoldering bone.
+
+On the opposite side, human experts caught by the wave of corrupted energy tried to resist with energy barriers, but the infernal flames pierced through with ease, leaving their bodies writhing in agony but Max quickly teleported before them and devoured the infernal energy they were affected with causing them to return to normal.
+
+"Zoltan, stop!" Varian bellowed, his voice strained. He released a wave of demonic energy, trying to suppress the corruption, but it was useless. The infernal storm devoured everything he poured into it. The proud genius he had once trained was gone, replaced by a beast that no longer recognized him.
+
+"This is what I feared..." Lady Divine whispered, her face dark. "He is no longer Zoltan. He is only a monster. A puppet of corruption."
+
+The monstrous Zoltan leapt into the air, his body a blur of black fire and bone. His claws swept down, aiming to crush both demon and human leaders alike.
+
+Aden reacted instantly, raising a blazing shield of phoenix flames to block the blow. The impact rang out like thunder, and cracks rippled through the arena floor as he pushed Zoltan towards the demon lords.
+
+"He is stronger than before," Aden muttered, his brows furrowed in grim realization. "The corruption has amplified his strength but stripped away everything else."
+
+Max stood calm in the center of the chaos, his white hair glowing faintly in the crimson light. His eyes never left Zoltan’s monstrous form. He watched with cold clarity as the strongest genius of the demon race, once a symbol of pride, turned on his own people.
+
+Demon lords scrambled to restrain him, but each attempt ended in failure. Infernal fire burned through their defenses. Corruption spread into their veins at the slightest touch, forcing them to retreat or risk becoming like him. Panic spread among the demons, their disciplined ranks scattering under the onslaught of their own genius.
+
+The humans outside the barrier watched in stunned silence. Some cheered, unable to hold back their excitement. Others trembled at the horror of what they were witnessing. The greatest genius of the demon race had been transformed into a mindless beast, not by fate, but by the hand of Max.
+
+"Do you see now?" Max’s voice cut through the roar of destruction, steady and cold. "This is the fate that awaits your race. One by one, I will drag you into despair until nothing remains."
+
+The corrupted Zoltan roared again, his voice filled with endless hate, as his claws swung wildly at anyone who dared approach. The arena was no longer a battlefield. It was a cage holding back a monster born from infernal corruption.
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+"You... you monster!" Varian’s voice shook with rage and grief as he glared at Max. His chest heaved, and his eyes burned red. Never in his darkest thoughts had he imagined things would descend to this when the twin demons had issued their challenge. He had expected blood, he had expected victory or loss, but not this. Not Zoltan, the pride of the demon race, twisted into a creature so far gone it no longer resembled anything but corruption itself.

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+title: "Chapter 1053: Leveling Up!"
+slug: "ch-1059"
+novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
+number: 1059
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+---
+
+"Roooaaar!" Zoltan bellowed, his monstrous frame lunging forward. His corrupted claws swung with such force that the air itself tore apart, the pressure striking directly toward Varian and Bellion.
+
+Bellion stumbled backward, his face pale, his lips trembling as he turned to Varian. He had always been cold, always calculating, but even he could not mask the pity he felt in this moment. Looking at Zoltan’s twisted body and mindless eyes, Bellion’s chest clenched. "Varian," he said quietly, his voice weighted with sorrow, "free him of this sin."
+
+As the words left Bellion’s mouth, he raised his hands and summoned waves of dark energy. The power wrapped around Zoltan like a cage, bars of black light constricting the monster in place. Zoltan thrashed violently, slamming his claws and spine-covered body against the bars, shrieking with an animal’s madness. The corruption only raged more violently at being restrained, black fire bursting out from the cracks in his skin.
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+Varian’s hands shook. He gritted his teeth until they bled. This was his student, his pride, the one he had believed would carry the demon race into a new age. And now he was nothing more than a husk. Varian knew the truth—if Zoltan was brought back to the demon race in this state, he would bring chaos far greater than any shame his death would cause.
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+His throat tightened. His voice came out hoarse, almost breaking. "Forgive me."
+
+Demonic energy surged from his body, spiraling upward before condensing into a colossal hammer of pitch-black light. The weapon pulsed with destruction, its weight alone cracking the stone beneath his feet. Varian lifted it high into the air, every muscle in his frame trembling with fury and grief.
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+Bellion released the cage.
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+Zoltan lunged forward, his corrupted body free once again. His roar split the sky. But before his claws could strike, the hammer fell.
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+The impact was cataclysmic. The monstrous body of Zoltan shattered under the strike, bones crunching, flesh bursting apart into a grotesque spray. In one decisive blow, the proud genius of the demon race was reduced to a broken mass of blood and flesh. His roar ended in silence.
+
+For a single moment, the arena went still.
+
+Then a laugh broke the silence. "Hahaha... thank you, Varian, for doing this." Max’s voice carried across the arena, cold and mocking. His white hair shone under the crimson light as his eyes locked on the remains of Zoltan.
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+Before anyone could react, black flames erupted from Max’s body, surging like a tidal wave toward the broken corpse. They blazed hungrily over the remains, burning hotter than any mortal fire. The flames wrapped around the meat paste of what once was Zoltan, devouring it whole.
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+The speed was terrifying. The flames did not linger, they consumed. Zoltan’s remains vanished within seconds, leaving behind no ash, no bones, nothing at all. Not even the faintest trace of his existence remained.
+
+The demons froze in shock, their expressions twisted in horror. Their strongest genius, not only killed but erased from existence before their very eyes. The humans were equally stunned, their hearts thundering as they realized what Max had done. The flames were not ordinary. They were absolute, leaving no room for resistance, no room for salvation.
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+Max stood in the center of the silence, his expression calm, his eyes sharp. His laugh still echoed faintly as the last sparks of black flame faded away, leaving only emptiness where Zoltan’s body had once been.
+
+[Congratulations to Max Voidwalker for leveling to 2nd level of Legend Rank.]
+
+[Congratulations to Max Voidwalker for leveling to 3rd level of Legend Rank.]
+
+[Congratulations to Max Voidwalker for leveling to 4th level of Legend Rank.]
+
+[Congratulations to Max Voidwalker for leveling to 5th level of Legend Rank.]
+
+[Congratulations to Max Voidwalker for leveling to 6th level of Legend Rank.]
+
+The black flames faded, leaving behind nothing of Zoltan. No flesh, no bone, not even ash. For a moment the arena was deathly silent, then Max’s aura surged with a violent eruption. His white hair flowed as if caught in an invisible storm, his body trembling with raw power.
+
+The surge was impossible to miss. Everyone present, human and demon alike, felt the violent fluctuation in his energy. It did not stop after a single wave but built higher and higher. The aura of a Legend Rank expert at the first level quickly swelled to the second, then the third. Before the demons could process what was happening, it reached the fourth and then the fifth. By the time the pressure stabilized, Max stood at the sixth level of the Legend Rank.
+
+Gasps spread through the human ranks. Even the leaders who thought they had seen everything could not believe their senses. He had devoured Zoltan, a genius of the demon race who had already stepped into the Divine Rank, and instead of being crushed under the weight of such a body, he grew stronger. Forget humans, even demons had never witnessed such grotesque progression.
+
+The demons’ eyes burned with hatred. Varian’s jaw clenched so hard blood seeped between his teeth. Bellion’s hands shook with rage, and the other demon lords glared with killing intent sharp enough to split stone. To them, this was not just a loss, it was humiliation. Their greatest genius was not only defeated but used as fuel for the growth of the human who stood before them.
+
+The humans, on the other hand, trembled with exhilaration. For the first time since the demons had resurfaced, they felt true hope. Their strongest genius had taken a step that no one thought possible, and he had done it before their very eyes. The pride in their chests burned so bright it almost drowned their fear.
+
+Max, however, only exhaled softly, his expression indifferent. "Only five levels from devouring a Divine Rank expert?" he muttered to himself, shaking his head slightly. His tone carried a trace of dissatisfaction. "My appetite is growing faster than I thought."
+
+If those around him had heard his words clearly, both human and demon, they would have vomited blood in fury. What he had just accomplished was beyond monstrous, yet he treated it as though it was nothing more than a disappointing meal.
+
+"You! You are a monster!" Varian roared. His fury erupted like a tidal wave, his body shaking with killing intent. "How dare you devour Zoltan’s body and use it to increase your strength?!" The ground cracked beneath his feet as he shot forward, his colossal figure hurtling toward Max like a meteor.
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+Max did not flinch. His eyes stayed calm, but before Varian’s fist could reach him, a fiery light flashed.
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+Aden appeared in front of Max, his long red hair burning with phoenix fire. He met Varian’s strike head-on, their fists colliding with a thunderous impact.
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+The sound was deafening. The shockwave tore through the arena, breaking it into countless fragments. Runes etched into the walls and floor shattered under the force, disintegrating into thin air. The barrier that once contained the battle flickered and then crumbled, unable to endure the overwhelming clash.
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+The ground itself gave way, collapsing into a crater as dust and stone exploded outward.
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+Max stood firm, untouched, only because Lady Divine had raised her hand in time. A shield of layered runes shimmered faintly around him, absorbing the devastating force that would have otherwise hurled him across the battlefield. Her expression was calm but her heart pounded. She had known this confrontation was inevitable, but even she was shocked by the sheer destructive power when two leaders clashed.
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+Max’s gaze never wavered. He looked at Varian through the chaos, his expression sharp as a blade. "You will follow soon," he said softly, so low that only Lady Divine beside him heard.

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+title: "Chapter 106: Battle to Rescue - 7"
+slug: "ch-106"
+novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
+number: 106
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+The tip of Max’s black sword and the tip of Veylin’s lightning spear collided, sending a shockwave so powerful that everyone in the air was pushed back several steps.
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+The black flames of Max’s sword roared, twisting and curling like a living beast, while the lightning from Veylin’s spear crackled ferociously, illuminating the darkened skies.
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+The two forces clashed in a struggle for dominance, sending ripples of energy surging outward. However, it didn’t last long.
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+In just a few seconds, it became clear who had the upper hand.
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+Veylin’s arm trembled as he struggled against the overwhelming power of the blade crashing through him. "Damn you!" he cursed, increasing the output of lightning in his body as a dragon manifested from it, powering his attack.
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+Max smiled deviously. "You are going down." With those words, he activated another skill at the same time.
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+"Celestial Tempest!" he roared at the sky as hundreds of wind blades manifested out of thin air, crashing down on Veylin, who was already struggling against Max’s previous attack.
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+"Ghhh!" Veylin screamed in agony as wind blades began to cut through his skin, his body being sliced one after another.
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+The wind blades struck his body, but due to the lightning surrounding him, some of them were destroyed mid-air, while others hit his body directly, injuring him and making him scream in pain.
+
+Everyone watching the scene was shocked. They hadn’t expected Max to have the upper hand when he was clearly the weaker of the two, but it was now clear that Veylin was losing this round.
+
+Five frowned at the sight, tightening his grip on his sword.
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+"Don’t bother helping," the man in the mask said, his expression serious.
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+Five glanced at him but focused again on the battle.
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+"You will regret this," Veylin said, his voice hoarse as he struggled against Max’s blade. The wind blades raining down on his body only worsened his situation.
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+Max took deep breaths as he glanced at Veylin. "You should have never targeted her and me in the same place. You chose the wrong targets." He said as he pushed the blade down with all his power.
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+The blade’s black flames intensified further as it pressed down on Veylin. Then, a sound of something breaking was heard.
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+Snap!
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+Veylin’s spear gave in and snapped in two.
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+"Damn it!" he cursed and immediately conjured a shield of lightning in that split moment, just as the black blade hit him.
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+The black sword collided with the lightning shield Veylin formed at the last moment, but the momentum of the attack sent him flying, shield and all, while the blade continued to push down on him.
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+His figure hurtled toward one of the many buildings in the city and collided with it, completely destroying it.
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+Bang!
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+Max glanced at the destruction, taking deep breaths, his chest rising and falling. ’I’m barely left with enough energy for one more attack.’ His expression darkened as he turned to look at Jessica, who was holding Anton and Alice in her cube prison.
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+Glancing towards the building where Veylin had fallen, Max took out some mana crystals and began absorbing them one by one. ’My attack was strong, but it wasn’t enough to kill someone at the 9th level of Adept Rank.’ He understood his weakness—his low level.
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+Meanwhile, he looked at all the generals and members of the Phoenix Order guild present. "This lady has Alice and Anton," he said, pointing at her. "She is only one, and you are many. So attack her with all your power, overwhelm her, and don’t give her a moment to breathe."
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+The generals exchanged glances and nodded in unison before moving to surround Jessica. All the members of the Phoenix Order guild followed suit, encircling her and beginning their attacks.
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+"This is bad," Jessica frowned, enveloping herself in another red cube to defend against the attacks.
+
+Seeing this, Max turned to the man in the mask. "You won’t help me with this, right?"
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+The man in the mask from the Black Lotus guild gazed deeply at Max, his mind racing with thoughts. There were many questions he wanted to ask Max, but he realized it wasn’t his place to do so.
+
+"I won’t," he said, glancing at Max before pointing at Five. "But I’ll do you a favor… I won’t let this guy interfere, either."
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+Five’s expression turned grim as he heard that, but he didn’t act and simply observed the situation.
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+Max frowned. He needed all the help he could get, but it was better than letting Five loose at the moment. "I owe you one."
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+After continuously absorbing mana crystals, Max felt better. ’I can at least use two more Celestial Tempests.’ He thought, turning his attention back to Jessica.
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+He quickly moved and appeared above her, taking out the Lantern of Death.
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+’Heh, I should have used this sooner,’ Max thought as he controlled the flames inside and released them.
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+Whoosh!
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+Immediately, the generals and members of the Phoenix Order guild retreated, sensing the eerie, deathly aura emanating from the flames.
+
+"That is the Legendary rank artifact, Lantern of Purple Death," Five muttered, his eyes widening in shock as he saw the lantern in Max’s hand. He hadn’t expected Max to possess such an item.
+
+Nash, who had been keeping tabs on the brother-sister duo from the Monarch with Erica, Elena, and some generals, was also surprised to see the lantern. ’Using that lantern means he owes our guild a favor,’ he thought devilishly.
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+"Ahhh!" Just then, Veylin flew out of the crash site. His clothes were torn, some parts burned, and others had stab wounds.
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+He glanced at Max, at the purple lantern, his expression darkening.
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+"Don’t you dare!" he shouted, warning Max.
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+But Max smiled and used the purple flames to break the cube container holding Anton and Alice. General Gale moved swiftly, taking both of them out.
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+The purple flames then shattered the container containing Jessica, intertwining around her figure.
+
+"This is over," Max said coldly. "Either you leave, or I kill her. Your choice."
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+Veylin frowned, glancing at Alice and then at Jessica. His expression hardened. Turning his attention to all the figures from the Monarch, he noticed everyone was being intercepted by someone—even Five.
+
+This caused him to calm down, and he turned to Max. "Alright, you win. Let her go, and we will leave."
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+Max sneered. "You don’t take me for a fool, do you?" He laughed. "First, you and Five leave. Disappear from this city, and only then will I let her go."
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+Veylin frowned. "Let her go first," he demanded.
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+Max shrugged, looking at him coldly. "Don’t force my hand. Just listen to me carefully, and everything will be over."
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+Veylin’s frown deepened as he glared at her.
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+Both of them weren’t willing to back down this cause the tension between them to increase.
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+"I have an idea," the girl in the mask from the Black Lotus guild said, attracting everyone’s attention.
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+Veylin and Max both turned to her.
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+She glanced at both of them and pointed at the dome. "The battle in there is already over. The people from Monarch and those from the five guilds and the four families have stopped fighting."
+
+She added, "So, if you can, just wait a few minutes like this. I believe it won’t be long before the dome goes down. At that time, your elders will decide what’s best for you two."
+
+Max thought for a moment and agreed, nodding to her. Mishaps had already happened once with Alice. He couldn’t risk it twice now. He would hold onto his bargaining chip until the very end.

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+title: "Chapter 1054: Kill Max!"
+slug: "ch-1060"
+novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
+number: 1060
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+
+Varian’s face contorted with fury as he glared at Max’s figure. His chest heaved, his rage boiling over until his control finally snapped. "Aden!" he roared, his voice tearing through the barrier of the arena. His eyes blazed with dark light as his killing intent locked onto Max. "I want Max! I want him to die! You all can leave here, but Max stays!"
+
+He did not even know himself what burned hotter in him. Was it the humiliation of watching Zoltan fall to a human boy barely at the Legend Rank? Was it the fact that his most prized student, the strongest genius of the demon race, had been reduced to a corrupted husk? Or was it the unbearable pain of knowing that he himself had delivered the killing blow? He did not know. He only knew one thing. At this moment, he wanted Max dead more than he wanted air to breathe.
+
+His demonic aura erupted violently, surging into the sky like a tide of darkness. The arena trembled and shattered further as black mist spread outward, blotting out the light. His body grew larger, his frame enveloped by pure darkness, as the true power of his bloodline revealed itself.
+
+Before he could strike, Aden’s figure rose from the ground into the air above. His red hair blazed, and behind him unfurled a set of magnificent phoenix wings made of fire. Flames roared to life around his body, each feather burning with divine light. The aura of the Divine Phoenix Bloodline filled the sky, a power ancient and proud, the antithesis of Varian’s shadowed might.
+
+"You will not touch him," Aden declared, his voice calm but firm. His body glowed brighter as the flames intensified, surrounding him with a radiant barrier of scarlet and gold.
+
+Varian shot upward, the darkness condensing into massive claws that reached for Aden. The air split with the force of his strike. Aden answered in kind, sweeping his blazing wings and summoning a storm of phoenix fire that collided with the claws in a deafening explosion.
+
+The shockwave tore through the sky. Mountains in the distance cracked, and the clouds above were ripped apart, leaving the heavens bare.
+
+Varian roared and unleashed torrents of darkness that spread like a storm, swallowing the horizon in shadow. The ground below turned pitch-black as if consumed by night itself. Aden’s eyes narrowed as he spread his wings wider, the flames igniting brighter. The phoenix fire surged upward, taking the form of a colossal bird of flames that shrieked across the sky.
+
+The fiery phoenix clashed with the endless darkness. Every collision burst into explosions that shook the very world. Firestorms and waves of shadow consumed each other again and again, their light illuminating the horrified faces of both humans and demons watching below.
+
+"Die, Aden!" Varian bellowed, his hammer of darkness manifesting once again in his hand. He swung it with the force to shatter mountains.
+
+"Rise, Phoenix!" Aden responded, and a blazing sword formed in his grip, forged from pure fire. He slashed it downward, meeting Varian’s hammer in midair.
+
+The collision split the sky itself. Fire and darkness rippled outward in waves that carved through the air like blades. The two figures stood locked in the air, their weapons clashing again and again, every impact creating thunderous roars that echoed far beyond the Black Rock Region.
+
+Below, Max stood still, his white hair glowing faintly in the aftermath of his devouring. His eyes followed the clash in the heavens, calm and unwavering. ’So this is the level of strength Divine Rank experts wields.’ He thought understanding that any of these attacks could destroy an entire region of Middle Domain.
+
+High above the shattered arena, Aden’s flaming wings beat once more, sending rivers of fire cutting across the sky. Varian’s hammer of darkness rose to meet him, its shadow stretching wide, splitting the heavens into light and dark. Every clash between them rattled the land, the ground below groaning under the weight of their fury.
+
+"Max stays! His life is mine!" Varian roared, his voice carrying like thunder. His rage was no longer contained. He was madness given form. Black mist erupted from his body in endless waves, covering the horizon in choking shadow. His eyes glowed crimson as he bellowed down at the battlefield. "All demons! Hear my command! Slaughter the humans! Leave no one alive!"
+
+The demons erupted at once, their horns gleaming and their eyes filled with bloodlust. A tide of red, black, and dark green surged forward, their battle cries echoing like the screams of the abyss.
+
+Aden’s eyes narrowed. His wings flared outward, blazing like the sun. His voice rang with authority and fire, cutting across Varian’s roar. "Humans! Stand with me! Kill every demon that dares to step forward!" His command thundered through the hearts of every expert present, igniting their blood with the power of his Divine Phoenix Bloodline.
+
+The humans answered in unison, their cries shaking the arena. Their blades rose, their energy surged, and their killing intent pierced the sky.
+
+Above, Varian swung his hammer once more, the weapon dripping with shadow. It came down like the judgment of night, aiming to crush Aden outright. Aden met him head-on, his flaming sword clashing against the darkness. Sparks of black and scarlet exploded outward, raining destruction on the battlefield.
+
+The sky itself trembled as the phoenix of fire and the hammer of darkness collided again and again. Aden’s flames cut across the shadow, searing holes in the mist, while Varian’s hammer shattered every fiery construct it touched. Their faces were grim, their bodies straining under the sheer scale of their battle.
+
+"Your humans will die today, Aden!" Varian bellowed as he swung with enough force to split mountains.
+
+"Your arrogance will burn to ash, Varian!" Aden countered, his flaming wings spreading wide as he summoned a phoenix of pure flame larger than the arena itself. It screamed as it dove toward Varian, colliding with his storm of darkness in a blinding explosion that lit the entire region like daylight.
+
+Below, humans and demons clashed in a frenzy. Blades met claws, energy tore against demonic energy, and blood sprayed across the ruined ground. The delicate peace that had lingered for the battle between Max and the twin demons shattered completely. The Black Rock Region had descended into war once again.

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+title: "Chapter 1055: To the Bright Buddha Palace!"
+slug: "ch-1061"
+novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
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+
+The battlefield was chaos. Flames clashed against shadow, blood sprayed across shattered stone, and cries of rage and despair echoed through the Black Rock Region. Humans and demons fought with unrestrained ferocity, their desperation feeding the madness of the war.
+
+Above them, Aden and Varian’s battle ripped the sky itself apart. Firestorms collided with waves of darkness, splitting the heavens into red and black. The ground was a sea of corpses, and still neither side relented.
+
+Max stood at the edge of the carnage, his white hair shimmering faintly as his eyes swept across the battlefield. He watched the humans, their blades trembling as they fought against monstrous demons, their blood soaking the ground, their voices crying out in defiance.
+
+A weight pressed into his chest. He clenched his fists. "I cannot just stand here," he thought. "I will take part in this war too. This is my war as much as theirs." His body leaned forward, ready to launch into the fray.
+
+Then it came.
+
+A pressure unlike anything before descended from the sky. It was not like Aden’s divine flames or Varian’s endless darkness. It was heavier, older, more terrifying. It did not simply fall; it crushed. It tore through the battlefield like an invisible tide, smothering every living being under its weight.
+
+The clash of blades stopped. Demons and humans alike collapsed to their knees as if the ground itself had turned against them. Strong warriors who moments before had been drenched in bloodlust now gasped for breath, their faces pale, their limbs trembling under the suffocating force. Demons howled as their bodies pressed flat to the earth. Humans groaned, their swords falling from their grip as their arms refused to move.
+
+Even the leaders felt it. The hammer of Varian’s darkness shook and nearly slipped from his grasp as his body was forced lower. Aden’s flaming wings dimmed, the fire guttering under the oppressive force. Their duel froze midair, both staring down at the battlefield in shock.
+
+The war, so vicious only moments ago, fell silent. The only sound that remained was the groaning of earth beneath a pressure too great for it to bear.
+
+Gasps of confusion and fear rippled across the battlefield. "What is this? Whose power is this?" some humans cried, their voices strained as they tried to lift their heads. "Is it a god? A devil?" demons muttered in dread, their eyes wide with terror.
+
+The battlefield trembled under the suffocating pressure, and no one dared to breathe too loudly. Lady Divine’s face turned pale, her fingers tightening into a fist at her side. Her voice was heavy with dread as she whispered, "It’s the Immortal Devil..."
+
+Max didn’t seem to hear her as he himself was in pure shock. His eyes burned crimson as fury consumed him once more. He raised his head toward the sky, his voice a roar that shook through the silence.
+
+"MARK!"
+
+The name tore from his throat like a curse. He would never mistake this aura. He could be wrong about anything else in the world, but not about Mark. The aura reeked of infernal energy so thick and suffocating it churned his very blood.
+
+He turned sharply toward Aden, President William, and the others, his voice low but unyielding. "It’s Mark. This is Mark’s pressure. I am sure of it."
+
+Aden’s eyes narrowed, his jaw tightening until his teeth ground together. His usually calm demeanor wavered, replaced by grim realization. "Mark?" he muttered. His expression grew darker with each passing second. He had prepared for demons, for nulls, even for ascendants—but not for the Immortal Devil to appear this early, not when the war had barely begun.
+
+Across from them, Varian’s killing intent vanished as though it had never existed. The fury that consumed him moments ago melted away into something far worse: anticipation. A slow, unsettling smile spread across his face. His eyes gleamed with cruel light as he trembled slightly, unable to contain his excitement. "So, it begins..." he whispered to himself. His voice rose, filled with mocking delight. "I guess this is where we part ways."
+
+Without hesitation, Varian turned away. His demonic aura wrapped around him like a cloak as he retreated into the distance. The other demon lords followed, their bodies melting into shadow as they vanished one after another. The abruptness of their retreat left Aden and the human leaders on edge, suspicion flashing in their eyes.
+
+"Why withdraw now?" Hermes muttered through clenched teeth. His expression betrayed his unease.
+
+Max, however, was not confused. His senses spread outward, his Three Dimensional Body extending as far as it could reach. Though the range could not cover the entire world, the pulse of infernal energy in the far east was unmistakable. His brows knitted, his voice grim. "This pressure is not here. It’s coming from the very east. Mark is there. I can feel it."
+
+"Far east?" Aden repeated, his face sinking into shadow. President William, Hermes, and the tiger-masked leader of the Obsidian Order all turned to one another, their faces equally solemn.
+
+"The Bright Buddha Palace..." Aden finally said, his voice like steel. "That is where its headquarters lie. If Mark has revealed himself there..." He did not finish the sentence, but the implication was clear.
+
+"Let’s go now!" Aden commanded. His figure erupted into light, soaring into the sky with blinding speed. One by one, the leaders followed—President William in a cloak of lightning, Hermes with golden radiance spilling from his body, the tiger-masked man cloaked in dark mist. The air thundered as their combined power split the skies, each of them racing eastward.
+
+Lady Divine glanced at Max. Her expression was unreadable as she raised her hand and flicked a single rune. It flew through the air and struck Max’s chest, attaching itself to his body. Before he could ask what it was, his body surged upward against his will.
+
+"Let us go too," Lady Divine said, her voice calm but laced with urgency. Her figure transformed into a streak of light, vanishing into the distance.

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+title: "Chapter 1056: Lady Divine’s Secret"
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+novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
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+
+Max’s body followed her like a magnet pulled by an invisible force. The rune dragged him into the sky, his speed surpassing anything he had ever achieved on his own. The wind screamed past him as the ground blurred below.
+
+His chest rose and fell with sharp, controlled breaths as the eastern horizon came into view. His heart was not racing because of fear. Fear had no place in him anymore. What coursed through him was a deeper fire, one born of rage, guilt, and a thirst for vengeance that had grown sharper with every battle.𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞
+
+If anyone asked him whom he hated most in this world, the answer would not be the demons. He hated them with every fiber of his being, but before the demons had resurfaced, there was one name already etched onto his killing list. That name was Mark.
+
+The wind tore against his face as his figure streaked across the sky, pulled by Lady Divine’s rune. Each passing second fed his fury, until it felt like his very blood was boiling. His fists clenched tightly as memories of the Mourning Depths, of the infernal tattoo, of every corrupted step Mark had forced upon him flashed in his mind.
+
+Minutes later, the Bright Buddha Palace came into view. Unlike the grand sects or mighty fortresses of the Middle Domain, the palace looked like a tranquil sanctuary.
+
+A sprawling garden stretched across rolling hills, dotted with stone abodes and wooden halls. Trees swayed gently, their leaves shimmering in golden light. Small streams wound between the abodes, their waters calm and unbroken. The entire place seemed built to embody peace, as though untouched by the chaos raging across the world.
+
+But above this calm floated a figure who defiled its very meaning.
+
+Mark stood in the sky, his long black hair flowing in the wind, his crimson eyes glowing with a sinister light. His presence twisted the air itself. Where the Bright Buddha Palace radiated serenity, Mark exuded suffocating dread. Around him, infernal energy churned like a storm, polluting the sacred aura of the palace. The tranquil gardens below trembled under his mere existence.
+
+Arrayed around him were the elders of the Bright Buddha Palace, their golden robes glowing faintly as they maintained formation. Each elder carried the weight of centuries, their expressions calm yet laced with tension as they stood in the shadow of Mark’s power.
+
+Despite their serenity, beads of sweat rolled down their foreheads, proof of the crushing aura pressing against them.
+
+And they were not the only ones present. Three figures stood alongside the Bright Buddha elders, each of them exuding the authority of an entire god nation. These were the heads of the other three nations that made up the Four God Nation.
+
+One figure radiated the brilliance of thunder, his eyes sharp like a tiger. Another carried the majesty of a dragon, his body resembling an unmovable mountain. The third emanated the serenity of water, calm yet unfathomable. Together, they were the counterparts to Aden Fireborne, the leaders of their respective god nations.
+
+Max’s eyes locked on Mark instantly. His entire being screamed to leap forward and strike, to cut down the source of his torment and hatred. Every thought in his head turned red as he stared at the man whose existence had ruined his path since the very beginning.
+
+The skies above the Bright Buddha Palace trembled under the weight of Mark’s presence. His infernal energy spread across the sacred grounds like an ink spill over pristine white paper, tainting the golden aura of the palace with a suffocating crimson haze. His black hair swayed in the wind, and his crimson eyes glowed with an unholy light as he surveyed the gathered figures.
+
+Then, slowly, his gaze fell upon Lady Divine. A smile crept across his lips, a smile that made the hearts of even the calmest elders twist with unease. His voice, low and smooth, carried across the silent air. "Lady Divine... Quite the name you made for yourself. You look just as radiant as the day I first laid eyes on you." His tone shifted, playful and cruel at once. "Do you remember, child? When you were nothing but a little girl, I carved the first infernal demon tattoo into your body. You were my first experiment."
+
+Lady Divine’s body stiffened, her calm expression breaking for the first time. The elders of the Bright Buddha Palace turned toward her in shock. Whispers spread like wildfire as their disbelief clashed with the truth in Mark’s words.
+
+Mark’s smile widened as he continued. "It was because you survived, because you endured that hell and inherited that tattoo, that I was able to move forward with my plans in the Mourning Depths. Without you, there would have been no foundation. Without you, there would have been no continuation." He chuckled lightly, his words dripping with mock gratitude. "I should thank you, truly. Without your survival... none of this would have been possible. Without you, and without him..."
+
+Everyone was shocked. They had no idea about this at all. All they knew was that Lady Divine was well versed in infernal energy and controlling them but only now did they understood, there was a far darker history to that.
+
+Mark’s crimson eyes shifted. They locked onto Max.
+
+The air grew heavier. Max’s white hair lifted in the wind, his crimson pupils narrowing as his killing intent rose like a tide. The two locked gazes, and the world seemed to shrink until only they remained.
+
+"Max," Mark said, his voice deep and calm, yet carrying the weight of history between them. "It has been years since I last saw you. Years since you stood trembling in the Mourning Depths." His smile remained, cruel and mocking. "And now... I see you have made quite a name for yourself in the Middle Domain."
+
+Max’s fists clenched, his aura beginning to ripple around him.
+
+Mark tilted his head slightly, his voice curling with amusement. "I also heard you have been using my gift very well. That infernal tattoo carved into your soul... It suits you. I created it, after all. To see you wield it so well, to see you climb so high with it... it pleases me more than you know."
+
+The words hung in the air, heavy, poisonous, and sharp enough to cut through even the golden serenity of the Bright Buddha Palace.
+
+Max’s lips curved into a sneer, his crimson pupils glowing like molten embers. His voice cut through the air, sharp and laced with mockery. "Your infernal demon tattoo?"
+
+His aura erupted in an instant. The shift was immediate and violent. His once white hair burned into a deep crimson shade, whipping in the wind as infernal energy poured from his body in waves.
+
+The tranquil air above the Bright Buddha Palace shattered under the pressure, the golden serenity collapsing beneath the suffocating tide of darkness. The flames of infernal energy twisted around him like serpents, hissing as they coiled, warping the very space around him.
+
+Mark’s smile remained, but his eyes narrowed faintly, catching every detail.
+
+Max stepped forward in the air, his voice carrying with eerie calmness, though his aura screamed rage. "Can you still sense the infernal energy tattoo?" His tone dripped with ridicule, each word a blade. His eyes bored into Mark’s with the fury of a thousand storms.

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+title: "Chapter 1057: Harming Mark?"
+slug: "ch-1063"
+novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
+number: 1063
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+
+As Max revealed his infernal demon transformation, Mark immediately noticed that the infernal demon tattoo he had placed upon Max was no longer there. His sharp eyes narrowed in intrigue, for not only had the tattoo vanished, but the very infernal energy that should have been bound to Mark’s control now pulsed within Max as though it had become a natural part of his body.
+
+"Tell me, how did you do it?" Mark asked with a smile that carried both curiosity and menace. "You not only erased the infernal demon tattoo, but you also fused the infernal energy into your own body. I am very curious as to how you managed such a feat."
+
+"How about you kill yourself before I tell you?" Max sneered, his voice cutting through the tense silence like a blade.
+
+"Kill myself?" Mark gave a soft laugh as though he had just heard something amusing. "Haven’t you heard, Max? I am immortal. I am a god that cannot be killed." As he spoke, he slowly lifted his hand, his fingers poised as if he were about to snap them.
+
+The sight sent ripples of unease through the air. Everyone present stiffened with alarm, for they had all witnessed before what Mark’s snap was capable of. The mere gesture was enough to spread dread across the battlefield.
+
+"Max, do not move!" Lady Divine’s voice rang out with solemn command as glowing runes surged forth, forming a protective wall around Max. At the same moment, the leaders stepped forward—President William, Aden, the man with the tiger mask, and the three other leaders of the Four God Nation. Each of them moved instinctively to bar Mark’s advance, unwilling to allow him the chance to unleash his godlike power on Max.
+
+Mark’s sneer widened as he looked at the protective wall and the figures standing in his way. "Do you truly believe that a collection of runes and a group of old men can stop me?" His tone dripped with scorn. "The power of infernal energy was given to me by you, and because of that, I can reclaim it from you at any time I wish."
+
+With those words, he snapped his fingers.
+
+Snap!
+
+The sharp sound echoed through the air like the toll of a divine judgment. Almost instantly, a crushing wave of nausea swept through Max’s body, twisting his insides and making his head spin as if the world itself were collapsing around him.
+
+Yet, before the sensation could escalate into something fatal, a radiant golden lotus suddenly blossomed into existence. Its nine petals unfolded one by one with serene brilliance, surrounding Max in a protective cocoon that shone with an ethereal light. The overwhelming force of the snap dissipated harmlessly against its glow, leaving Max untouched.
+
+Mark’s eyes widened in surprise. His confidence faltered for the first time, and his voice carried genuine disbelief as he muttered, "A nine-petaled golden lotus is shielding you? What is this?" His expression grew dark, for never before had he seen any being below the Divine Ranks withstand the terrifying authority of his snap.
+
+A hearty laugh rang out, breaking the tense silence. Alexander Draconis, the leader of the Dragon God Nation, stepped forward with a smile that radiated power and certainty. His voice boomed across the field, shaking the hearts of everyone present.
+
+"Mark, your power of causality has no effect on Max. Do you understand why? He has already bloomed nine petals of the Divine Lotus Phenomenon. You should know what that means." His eyes gleamed as he continued, "It means his fate is extraordinary. His destiny does not belong to this world. As one whose fate transcends the boundaries of this realm, no being bound to this world can affect him with causality, not even you."
+
+Mark’s lips curled into a faint smile, though the glimmer in his eyes betrayed the irritation that had taken root in his heart. "Oh," he murmured softly, as though savoring the irony. "To think that the boy I once controlled would possess such a fate. Who could have imagined it?" His gaze lingered on Max, who stood enveloped in the resplendent glow of the golden lotus, untouchable and radiant.
+
+At that moment, Max himself was overcome with shock. He had personally witnessed the devastating power of Mark’s snap, a force that twisted the laws of existence itself. To find himself standing unharmed before it was almost beyond belief.
+
+His heart pounded as realization dawned on him. ’So his power has limits,’ he thought, a spark of hope igniting in his chest. The golden petals around him whispered of a truth he had not dared to consider before. ’At least his ability is not absolute. There might still be a path to killing him.’
+
+"I suppose it is good for him," Mark said with a cunning smile, his eyes gleaming with malice as he turned toward the leaders of the Four God Nation. His voice carried a mocking edge as he asked, "You already know why I am here, do you not?"
+
+"We will never allow you to free the demons sealed beneath our sacred palace," declared the leader of the Bright Buddha Palace. His name was Isaac Abbot, an aged monk with long white hair that cascaded down his shoulders. His voice was calm, yet it reverberated with a force that made the heavens seem to quiver.
+
+Almost instantly, the entire Bright Buddha Palace responded to his will. The earth trembled, and above the sacred grounds a colossal golden Buddha manifested, radiating divine majesty. The figure was enormous, its towering form encompassing the entirety of the palace.𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎
+
+From a distance, one could see how vast the Bright Buddha Palace truly was, for it resembled a sprawling garden where countless abodes stood scattered among ancient trees and flowing streams. Yet despite its sheer size, the Buddha’s figure covered it completely, like a guardian watching over every corner of the sacred land.
+
+Mark’s expression darkened as the golden light pressed against him. His face twisted several times, contorted by strain, while thin wisps of smoke rose from his skin. The golden Buddha had not struck him directly, nor had it unleashed any visible attack, yet the divine radiance alone seared him as though his very existence were being burned away.
+
+"I have always despised you monks," Mark said coldly. His sneer deepened as infernal energy erupted from his body, coiling around him like red flames to shield him from the oppressive light. The golden radiance clashed against the infernal aura, sending ripples through the air as the two opposing powers wrestled.
+
+With scorn dripping from his words, Mark continued, "You believe your god Buddha is strong? If he is truly so mighty, then let that old fool come out himself. Tell him to face me openly in battle, rather than hiding behind cheap tricks."

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+title: "Chapter 1058: Mark’s True Intentions"
+slug: "ch-1064"
+novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
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+
+At the same time, Max felt his entire body ignite with unbearable heat, as though every organ inside him was burning under an invisible flame. The pain was so intense that smoke began to rise from his skin, curling into the air as if his very flesh were smoldering. His eyes widened in alarm, and he gritted his teeth to endure it.
+
+’Damn!’ he cursed inwardly. Without hesitation, he forced himself out of his infernal demon state, his fiery aura dissipating in an instant. His long red hair faded back to its natural white, and the agonizing burning sensation vanished like a passing storm. Relief washed over him, but it was accompanied by unease.
+
+’The Bright Buddha Palace truly is a natural deterrent against infernal energy,’ Max thought solemnly. He recalled the words of the first elder of the Bright Buddha Palace, who had once told him that their order was the only force in existence capable of facing evil directly and even eradicating it entirely. Now, experiencing it firsthand, Max realized how terrifyingly true that statement had been.
+
+"Hehe, Mark, you cannot touch the Bright Buddha Palace at all," Damien Xuan, the leader of the Black Tortoise God Nation, said with a sneer. His eyes glimmered with disdain as he watched Mark struggle against the golden light.
+
+"You should abandon this madness," added Victor Whiteclaw, the leader of the White Tiger God Nation, his voice carrying a solemn weight. "The power of the Buddha is one force that even you cannot oppose."
+
+’This is good,’ Max thought as his gaze shifted to the radiant golden figure towering above the palace. With the colossal Buddha pressing its divine might down upon Mark, he was completely suppressed. He could not move against the Bright Buddha Palace no matter how much he desired to.
+
+Yet as Max allowed himself a moment of relief, another thought suddenly struck him like a dagger to the heart. ’Is this the reason why Mark cursed Lenavira? Did he want me to step into the Bright Buddha Palace so I would unknowingly release the demons myself?’
+
+Max’s face turned grim, his expression darkening with realization. The pieces fit together too neatly for coincidence. Mark had been laying his schemes from the very beginning, moving his pawns carefully until the board tilted in his favor. Worst of all, Max understood that he himself had been one of those pawns.
+
+All the leaders stood in a tight formation around Mark, their eyes locked on him with open hostility, yet not one of them made a move to strike. It was not that they lacked the will to attack or the desire to see him destroyed, but rather that they were bound by the same paralyzing fear.
+
+Each of them understood a terrifying truth. Mark could not be killed, and if he truly wished it, every one of them could already be lying dead at his feet. The knowledge of that fact weighed heavily upon them, so even though their hearts burned with hatred, their hands remained still. Not a single leader of the Middle Domain dared to risk provoking him.
+
+A slow, deliberate sound broke the tense silence.
+
+"Clap. Clap. Clap."
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+Mark’s hands came together with mockery, his smile sharp and filled with malice. "I see that you have prepared for this moment for a very long time," he said in a voice that carried cold amusement. His eyes narrowed, his tone dripping with arrogance. "But none of it matters."
+
+The next instant his figure blurred and vanished. He reappeared behind Max without warning, his movements so swift that even the most seasoned leaders could not track him. His hand extended, fingers outstretched, aiming directly for Max’s neck with lethal intent. The speed was overwhelming, so fast that none of those present could react in time. None, except one.
+
+Within Max’s body, his Three Dimensional Body stirred like a vigilant guardian. It had never relaxed its guard, and the moment Mark appeared at his back, countless alarms surged through his senses. His muscles tensed, his pulse quickened, and a single thought seared through his mind. ’Damn, he is truly after me!’
+
+His mind spun rapidly, instincts and training colliding into a single decision. Before Mark’s fingers could close around his throat, Max summoned the strength of the third level of the Concept of Space.
+
+The world around him warped and twisted as he tore through its fabric. In the blink of an eye his figure dissolved into rippling waves of distortion, and when reality snapped back into place, he was already standing far from his original position, having narrowly avoided Mark’s deadly grasp.
+
+"Oh, you escaped?" Mark sneered, his lips curling into a wild grin as his eyes gleamed with malicious delight. "It seems my little pup has grown stronger."
+
+"He is after Max! Everyone, do not let him reach Max!" Aden, the leader of the Phoenix God Nation, shouted with urgency. His sharp gaze revealed his understanding of the true danger. Mark intended to use Max as the key to release the demons sealed beneath the Bright Buddha Palace. The other leaders, hearing Aden’s words, quickly understood the same terrifying truth.
+
+In the same breath, Aden released a blazing tide of phoenix fire. The flames surged upward like a sea of molten gold, and from within them a majestic phoenix took form, its cry shaking the heavens as it dove toward Mark with its wings blazing.
+
+Alexander Draconis of the Azure Dragon God Nation followed immediately, his voice echoing with the roar of dragons as a colossal azure dragon materialized behind him. The dragon’s scales shimmered like rivers of stars, and its claws raked the void as it charged at Mark, its massive jaws snapping with earth-shattering force.
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+Victor Whiteclaw, the fierce leader of the White Tiger God Nation, unleashed his power with a feral snarl. His figure blurred, merging with the phantom of a white tiger whose fangs gleamed like ivory blades. The tiger’s roar split the skies as it pounced, its claws sharp enough to rend mountains apart.
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+Damien Xuan of the Black Tortoise God Nation raised both his hands, and a black tortoise shell manifested, radiating unshakable defense. The air around it thickened, forming chains of earth and water that surged forward to bind Mark, the very weight of the heavens pressing down with every strand.
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+The combined might of the four leaders shook the world itself. Fire, dragon roars, tiger claws, and tortoise chains collided upon Mark from every direction. The ground quaked, the heavens trembled, and the aura of destruction threatened to annihilate everything caught in the storm.

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+title: "Chapter 1059: Mark taking action"
+slug: "ch-1065"
+novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
+number: 1065
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+
+Yet Mark stood at the center of it all with a faint smile, utterly unshaken. With a flick of his wrist, his body erupted with infernal energy so dark and suffocating that the four divine manifestations crumbled as though they were made of ash.
+
+The phoenix burst apart in flames that sputtered out in the wind. The azure dragon’s roar was cut short as its body shattered into fragments of fading light. The white tiger’s claws disintegrated before they could even touch him, leaving nothing but empty echoes. The chains of the black tortoise snapped one by one, collapsing into dust that scattered uselessly across the battlefield.
+
+The overwhelming attacks that could have destroyed kingdoms were shattered as effortlessly as glass beneath Mark’s hand. His laughter reverberated across the sacred grounds, mocking and cruel.
+
+While Mark’s attention was momentarily diverted, President William quickly moved to Max’s side. The tiger-masked man was already there, his aura flaring as he raised layers of protection. Lady Divine summoned her runes again, weaving them around Max in a dome of radiant symbols.
+
+Other leaders gathered as well, forming a protective circle around him, their faces grim and filled with determination. Each of them knew that Max was Mark’s target, and if he succeeded in reaching him, the sealed demons beneath the Bright Buddha Palace would be unleashed.
+
+The air grew heavy with tension as every leader present steeled themselves, understanding that the survival of the Middle Domain rested on keeping Max out of Mark’s grasp. Though their hearts trembled in fear, the thought of those unkillable demons breaking free filled them with a dread even greater than their fear of Mark.
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+"You are all truly fools to attack me," Mark said with calm mockery, his eyes fixed on the four leaders of the Four God Nation. His smile was faint yet filled with scorn. "I will admit that you are commendable for reaching the eighth life and death cycle of the Divine Rank. Few in this world ever reach such a height. But that is where your limits lie. Instead of remaining in seclusion like your ancestors, waiting quietly for your lifespan to wither away, you stand before me, confronting certain death with defiance. For that, I am almost honored by your efforts."
+
+His expression darkened slightly as he added, "There was a time when I might have rewarded such determination, but now you are like ants who refuse to bow before their god. And ants that refuse to bow must be crushed."
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+Mark slowly raised his hand. His fingers poised together as though preparing a judgment. "It irritates me that my power of causality does not affect Divine Rank beings. If it did, I would have reduced the four of you to actual ants, crawling helplessly at my feet. Since that is not possible, I will settle for showing you the futility of your defiance."
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+Snap.
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+The sound was sharp, but the power it unleashed was cataclysmic. The heavens trembled as torrents of infernal energy descended like a rain of blazing meteors. Each strike carried the destructive force of annihilation, enough to level mountains and obliterate rivers. The attacks fell upon the four leaders in an overwhelming cascade, the brilliance of their divine manifestations flickering as they struggled to withstand the onslaught.
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+Aden’s phoenix screamed as its wings were torn apart by the falling energy, its blazing form dissipating into sparks that vanished in the void. Alexander’s azure dragon writhed as its scales shattered, its massive body collapsing into fragments of light that scattered like dying stars.
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+Victor Whiteclaw’s white tiger was struck in the chest, its mighty roar cut short as its form crumbled into dust before it could land another blow. Damien Xuan’s black tortoise shell cracked under the relentless bombardment, splitting apart until the last fragment dissolved into nothingness.
+
+The leaders themselves were thrown across the battlefield like broken dolls. Blood sprayed from their mouths as their bodies crashed into the earth, carving deep craters into the ground. Their robes were tattered, their auras flickering weakly, and their strength was crippled under the sheer weight of the injuries they had sustained.
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+They lay sprawled, battered and unable to rise, yet still alive.
+
+Mark lowered his hand, his smile calm and almost pleasant. "This is the gap between us," he said softly, his voice carrying across the silent battlefield. "I could have ended your lives, but I did not. That is not mercy, for I hold no compassion for insects. I simply find no joy in killing you yet. You four are still useful in many ways for me. Instead struggle a little longer, so that your despair becomes complete."
+
+It was then that Mark slowly shifted his gaze toward Max. The boy stood at the center of a tight formation, surrounded by President William, the tiger-masked leader, Hermes, and the leaders of the seven other overlord forces.
+
+Their auras burned fiercely, yet their eyes betrayed the weight of despair. Each one gritted their teeth as though forcing themselves to stand tall, even when their instincts screamed at them about the futility of confronting a being like Mark.
+
+"Now!" Lady Divine’s voice rang out with sharp authority. At that very moment, the runes she had been weaving finally came together, glowing brilliantly across Max’s back. They were not simple inscriptions but a complex tapestry of divine symbols intertwined into a grand formation. With a swift motion, she struck Max lightly between his shoulder blades, releasing the completed power of the formation.
+
+Max’s body instantly became weightless as radiant energy enveloped him. His entire form dissolved into a dazzling beam of light that shot toward the heavens like an arrow breaking free from its bowstring. For a brief instant, it seemed as though he would pierce through the sky itself and escape.
+
+But before he could ascend far, his figure slammed into something unseen. A violent ripple spread outward as though the sky itself had been struck. Max’s body rebounded violently against an invisible barrier, his beam of light scattering into fractured sparks before he stabilized himself midair. The entire battlefield shook from the collision, but the barrier remained unbroken, shimmering faintly for a moment before returning to invisibility.
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+"I knew you would try something like this, Isabella." Mark’s voice was calm, almost casual, as though he had been waiting for this moment all along. His eyes glimmered with cruel satisfaction as he raised his hand slightly toward the sky. "That is why I locked this part of the space in advance. Nobody can enter from the outside, and nobody can leave from within, unless I give permission. You should have realized that by now."
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+Lady Divine’s face turned ashen, the faint glow of her runes extinguishing against her will. Her hands trembled, and the calm confidence she had displayed only moments before crumbled into visible unease.
+
+Around her, the other leaders stiffened, their expressions growing grim as the weight of despair pressed heavily on their shoulders. They had placed their hopes in her secret preparation, and now they watched it shatter against Mark’s control of space itself.
+
+The air grew suffocating in silence. Even the strongest among them felt the cold bite of hopelessness, for they had just witnessed that even their most carefully guarded plans could be rendered useless in the face of Mark’s absolute power.

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+title: "Chapter 1060: Desperate Situation"
+slug: "ch-1066"
+novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
+number: 1066
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+Max’s expression grew increasingly desperate as he watched Mark advance through the air. Each step he took seemed deliberate, his presence radiating a suffocating pressure that pressed down on everyone around him.
+
+’Damn, I can’t even sense the Space Anchor I placed in the Great Ruler Empire of because of the space lock Mark put in.’ Max thought depressingly.
+
+"Stand back," Lady Divine commanded solemnly. Her voice was calm but carried the weight of finality. Mana surged violently from her body, weaving into countless streams that coalesced into glowing runes. They burned with divine brilliance, spinning around her as though answering her will.
+
+Mark’s smile widened at the sight. "Isabella, you should know by now that your attacks cannot hurt me," he said mockingly. His tone was almost playful, but his eyes glimmered with cold amusement.
+
+Lady Divine ignored his words. With precise gestures, she sent the runes flying outward, forming an intricate formation that enclosed Mark from every direction. For a moment, the battlefield shimmered with radiant sigils, the air trembling under the pressure of her power. Yet when Mark’s figure touched the glowing runes, they shattered instantly as though they were fragile glass. He walked calmly through them, every step tearing down the divine constructs until nothing remained but fading fragments of light.
+
+"Great Hand of Buddha!"
+
+A thunderous voice resounded from above, and a golden radiance illuminated the sky. From within the colossal Buddha figure that guarded the Bright Buddha Palace, a massive golden palm descended, its brilliance blinding as it carried the weight of divine judgment. The hand swept down with unstoppable force, slamming toward Mark like the wrath of heaven itself.
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+Mark’s expression finally darkened, his eyes narrowing dangerously as he turned toward Isaac, who stood within the golden Buddha’s protection. His voice was cold with irritation. "You are truly beginning to anger me." With those words, he clenched his fist and thrust it upward.
+
+BOOM!
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+The heavens shook as Mark’s punch collided with the radiant palm. The golden hand shattered instantly, breaking apart into countless fragments of light that scattered across the sky before dissolving into nothingness. The overwhelming attack was destroyed in a single strike.
+
+Max’s voice cut through the ringing air. "Now!"
+
+Hermes, the Emperor of the Great Ruler Empire, stepped forward first. His body glowed with a crimson-gold light as the fourth-level concept of Battle erupted from him like a raging storm. His aura twisted into a colossal war halberd, the very essence of combat condensed into form.
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+With a bellow that shook the heavens, Hermes swung the halberd down, and from its blade emerged an ocean of phantasmal soldiers, each strike embodying centuries of battles fought and won. The halberd cleaved through the air with enough force to split mountains.
+
+Beside him, President William’s presence expanded like a looming tide. His fourth-level concept of War materialized into a massive battlefield illusion spanning the skies, its atmosphere heavy with iron and blood. The clash of phantom armies echoed across the realm, countless spectral soldiers charging with blades and spears raised.
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+At the center of it all, William’s strongest attack condensed into a black spear of war essence, forged from the will of every fallen warrior his concept embodied. He hurled it at Mark, the spear tearing open space as it roared forward like the judgment of war itself.
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+On the other side, the Palace Master of the Absolute Sword Palace unsheathed his blade. His aura flickered once, then multiplied. A thousand swords burst forth, suspended in the air around him, each one sharp enough to cut the laws of the world itself.
+
+"Thousand Swords Origin!" he declared as the swords shot forward in unison, a river of blinding edges that pierced through dimensions. The light of the swords filled the sky, weaving into an endless net meant to carve Mark into nothingness.
+
+Not to be outdone, the Guild Master of the Eternal Sun Guild raised his arms high. The air grew unbearably hot as he invoked his greatest technique. A miniature sun formed above his palms, its brilliance so bright it blinded the onlookers below.
+
+He thrust it forward, and the sun expanded mid-flight, hurling waves of firestorms as it bore down on Mark with the fury of celestial incineration. The sheer heat warped the space around it, threatening to burn away the very arena of the Bright Buddha Palace.
+
+All four attacks came at once, each carrying the weight of 7th level Divine Rank attack. The halberd of battle, the spear of war, the river of swords, and the burning sun converged on Mark, tearing through the air with a force that even made the earth tremble.
+
+Mark’s eyes narrowed. His calm smile vanished for the first time as he raised his hand lazily, infernal energy swirling around him like a cloak of blood and darkness. "Is this what you call attacks?" he muttered, his voice soft but filled with godlike contempt.
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+The combined storm of destruction closed in. Hermes’s halberd, President William’s spear, the Absolute Sword Palace Master’s thousand swords, and the Eternal Sun Guild Master’s burning sun all converged with unstoppable momentum. The entire sky of the Bright Buddha Palace glowed with blinding brilliance, as if the heavens themselves had been split apart for this one strike.
+
+Mark lifted his hand slowly, his red eyes gleaming with disdain. Infernal energy erupted from his body like a volcanic explosion, twisting the air, warping the light, and drowning out all other auras with its suffocating presence. His voice rumbled like thunder. "Infernal Domain."
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+At those words, the world around him changed. The air turned crimson, the clouds twisted into a ceiling of black fire, and the ground below warped into an endless sea of burning corpses. The battlefield itself bent to his will, becoming his personal domain of death and despair.
+
+The halberd of battle was the first to strike. The phantom soldiers it carried screamed as they were swallowed by the crimson sea, their blades melting into ash before they could touch Mark. With a casual swipe of his hand, the massive halberd shattered into fragments of light, Hermes staggering back from the backlash, his veins bursting from the recoil.

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+title: "Chapter 1061: Max’s final stand"
+slug: "ch-1067"
+novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
+number: 1067
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+
+Next came the black spear of war. Its roar split the infernal domain, its edge aiming straight for Mark’s heart. Mark simply extended two fingers and caught the spear mid-flight. The battlefield illusion behind William collapsed instantly as the spear dissolved into a puff of smoke. William coughed blood, his body trembling as if centuries of wars had been ripped from him in an instant.
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+The thousand swords descended like a storm, sharp enough to sever laws themselves. They filled the skies with silver brilliance, stabbing at every angle. Mark didn’t even move. His infernal energy expanded outward, a crimson pulse that rippled through the air.
+
+The moment the red wave touched the swords, they shattered one after another, breaking like fragile glass against his will. The Palace Master gasped, clutching his chest as blood trickled from his mouth. His sword trembled in his hand, as if bowing to a higher existence.
+
+The last attack came, the miniature sun blazing like the fury of the heavens. Its flames roared, devouring the domain itself as it rushed toward Mark. For a moment, it seemed even Mark’s infernal energy could not consume the brilliance of a star. Mark looked up, his eyes glowing with sinister amusement. "Pathetic."
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+He raised his hand and clenched his fist. The infernal energy surged upward, wrapping around the sun like a serpent constricting its prey. The blazing sphere trembled, cracks appearing across its surface before it exploded with a thunderous roar.
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+Firestorms swept across the domain, yet instead of burning Mark, they were absorbed into his body. The Guild Master of the Eternal Sun Guild screamed, blood erupting from his lips as his body almost collapsed under the backlash.
+
+When the light cleared, Mark stood untouched in the middle of the sky. His black hair fluttered in the infernal wind, his red eyes glowing with godlike contempt. Around him, the four strongest leaders of the human forces staggered, bloodied and pale, their strongest techniques annihilated like child’s play.
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+Mark’s voice echoed across the battlefield, calm yet suffocating. "Is that all the peak of humanity has to offer? You call yourselves leaders, yet your strength is not even worthy to entertain me. This is why you will lose. This is why your race will kneel."
+
+"Take this!" Max roared, pressing his palms together as violet arcs of lightning surged violently around his body. His entire figure shone with blinding radiance as if his flesh itself had become a vessel for storm and destruction.
+
+The sky above trembled. Clouds gathered in unnatural density, swirling into a vortex of black and violet. The air crackled with raw power, the atmosphere so charged that even the spectators felt their hairs stand on end. Bolts of violet lightning danced wildly, writhing across the heavens like serpents hungry for prey.
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+CRACKLE!
+
+A deafening sound split the skies as a colossal dragon of violet lightning coiled down from the clouds. Its scales gleamed with endless arcs of electricity, its eyes burned with merciless fury, and its roar thundered like the judgment of the heavens. The sheer presence of the beast shook the Bright Buddha Palace to its foundations, its aura pressing on the hearts of both humans.
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+With an earth-shattering roar, the dragon descended. Its massive body crashed down upon Mark, wrapping him in a sea of violet destruction. The arena was drowned in brilliance, the ground beneath splitting apart and disintegrating into molten ash as wave after wave of lightning rained down.
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+The sky itself seemed torn, the air reeking of ozone and burning stone. For several seconds the beast ravaged everything in sight, an endless cascade of divine thunder meant to obliterate Mark from existence.
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+Finally, the dragon’s body began to fade, its arcs dispersing into the storm clouds above. The violent flashes weakened, the oppressive pressure lessened, and soon only faint sparks fell from the air. Silence followed, heavy and suffocating.
+
+When the last light disappeared, every gaze fell on the center of the storm.
+
+Mark stood there, completely untouched. His black hair drifted in the lingering winds, his crimson eyes gleaming faintly with amusement. Not a single burn marred his skin. His aura remained steady, unshaken, as if the godlike lightning dragon had been nothing more than a child’s tantrum.
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+"What?" Mark asked softly, his voice cutting through the silence like a blade. "Did you all truly believe that a little bit of lightning could hurt me?" His tone was calm, almost bored, but it carried an arrogance that pressed into the souls of everyone who heard it.
+
+Max’s heart sank. His breath grew shallow, his chest tightened. That lightning dragon was not just one of his strongest techniques, it was the strongest attack but it did nothing to Mark. At this moment he truly understood why Mark was called a God.
+
+Despair crept across Max’s face. His violet eyes dimmed turned to usual red as he stared at the figure before him, that man who called himself a god, who claimed immortality, who mocked him without lifting a finger. The realization struck him cold. His strongest attack, the power he believed could shake the heavens, had done nothing.
+
+But Max had one more attack, he wanted to try.
+
+Max’s body shook as he forced every ounce of his power into one last desperate attack. His aura blazed, and the battlefield trembled beneath the weight of his intent. The four concepts within him surged to their peak.
+
+The first to awaken was space. The third-level concept of Spatial Distortion bent the world itself as Max repeatedly folded a single point of reality upon itself. Again and again he forced the laws to twist, condense, and collapse until the distorted point resembled a tiny devouring hole. The air groaned around it, a crushing force pulling at stone, earth, and even the energy in the atmosphere.𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂
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+Then came lightning. Violet sparks leapt into the hole, feeding it with unstable power. The distortion grew erratic, arcs snapping violently as if the fabric of existence itself was rejecting its presence.
+
+Next, he poured in flames. Scarlet and gold roared across the distortion, feeding instability into instability. The devouring point now pulsed like a raging star on the verge of implosion, spewing heat that made the very air ripple.
+
+Finally, Max unleashed his severing sword concept. Its edge cut across space itself, splitting apart the distortion and reforging it into something even deadlier. The devouring hole transformed into a vortex of annihilation, a miniature void tearing apart anything that came near, yet overflowing with sword intent sharp enough to cleave through laws themselves.
+
+This was the technique he had forged in solitude within the Dimension of Time. Countless failed attempts had broken him down and rebuilt him, but now it lived, a creation of destruction. He had no name for it yet, only the certainty that it was his strongest strike aside from the violet lightning.

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+title: "Chapter 1062: Lucien Mad his Move!"
+slug: "ch-1068"
+novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
+number: 1068
+views: 0
+likes: 0
+wordCount: 1046
+createdAt: "2026-04-15"
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+
+"Take this!" Max roared, hurling the unstable devouring hole straight at Mark. The vortex screamed as it ripped through the battlefield, dragging everything in its wake toward inevitable death. Even the runic barriers around the arena groaned under its pull, straining to hold their form.
+
+Mark’s crimson eyes flickered with interest. He raised one hand and nodded lightly. "I have to give it to you, Max. This and the lightning dragon before it... Both could kill ordinary Divine Rank experts without question." His lips curved into a faint smile. "But sadly, your opponent is me."
+
+Without hesitation, Mark reached out. His fingers wrapped around the devouring hole as if it were no more than a marble. Space cracked around his grip, but the vortex that should have swallowed him whole shrank against his palm like clay pressed by a sculptor.
+
+And then, casually, he lifted it toward his mouth.
+
+Before the stunned gazes of everyone present, Mark tilted his head back and swallowed the devouring hole whole. The sound was sickeningly simple, like water vanishing into a throat. The catastrophic force that could have slain gods disappeared into him as if it had never existed.
+
+"Hmmm." Mark exhaled calmly, rolling his neck as if savoring the aftertaste. "All those concepts. Space, lightning, flames, the severing edge of your sword. They are indeed powerful, Max." His red eyes narrowed, filled with cruel amusement. "But power like that is just seasoning for me."
+
+Max froze, his face pale. He had poured everything into that attack, a strike capable of unmaking reality itself, and yet Mark had eaten it like a meal. His chest heaved, his mind reeled, his confidence shook to its core.
+
+Around him, silence fell. The gathered leaders were petrified. Even the most battle-hardened among them had never seen anything like this. An attack that could destroy Divine Rank experts, devoured as if it were nothing more than food.
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+The despair was heavy, choking. Max clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms. His heart screamed in fury, yet his mind was trapped in disbelief.
+
+Just then...
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+Crack!
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+The sound of reality tearing apart spread like thunder across the battlefield. Everyone turned their eyes upward. At first it was faint, but within moments the lines of fracture grew thicker, jagged streaks spreading through the sky as if the heavens themselves were breaking apart. The entire world seemed to tremble beneath the weight of the phenomenon.
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+Mark’s eyes sharpened with sudden intrigue. His crimson pupils glowed faintly, reflecting the fractures in space. "Someone capable of breaking into my space lock?" he murmured, his voice low but filled with genuine interest. Few dared to tamper with the space he controlled, fewer still succeeded.
+
+Shatter!
+
+With a sound like glass collapsing into dust, the fractured space broke completely. Shards of reality fell away, glowing briefly before dissolving into nothingness. From the rift stepped a figure, descending calmly into the air above the Bright Buddha Palace. He was young, no older than Max, with hair as red as living flame and eyes that carried an unshakable calm. His presence was neither overwhelming nor violent, yet it carried the weight of inevitability, as though the world itself bent slightly around him.
+
+"It seems I am not late," Lucien said softly, his lips curving into a faint smile as he landed in front of Max and the others.
+
+"Lucien..." Lady Divine’s voice trembled. Her usually unwavering composure faltered as her eyes widened. President William stiffened in shock, his disbelief plain on his face. Even the tiger-masked leader of the Obsidian Order, a man known for never showing his emotions, faltered. His chest rose sharply as if he could not believe what stood before him.
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+Lucien was a part of the Obsidian Order and yet even he had seen Lucien rarely once he became the strongest human.
+
+The red-haired youth was no stranger to any of them. His name alone carried a legend. Lucien.
+
+The strongest human of their generation. The aloof genius who had surpassed all others long ago, yet withdrew from the struggles of the world. He never raised his hand against the demons. He never interfered with the invasions of the Ascendants. He never stood against the nulls. For centuries, he remained in the shadows, silent and distant, never once revealing his true power.
+
+For some, he was a legend to be admired, a symbol of what humanity could reach. For others, he was a coward, cursed for watching idly while humanity bled. His name was carved in history but tainted by doubt.
+
+And yet, here he stood, breaking Mark’s space lock, standing openly on the battlefield of the Bright Buddha Palace.
+
+"Lucien!" The four leaders of the Four God Nations could not contain themselves. Their voices overlapped in disbelief, their eyes wide as though they were staring at an illusion. They could scarcely believe that the figure who had ignored the world for so long had chosen to appear here, in this place, at this exact moment.
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+Mark tilted his head slightly, crimson eyes narrowing in interest. The faintest of smiles crept onto his lips. "So... the ghost finally walks among the living." His tone was amused, but his gaze sharpened. "I have waited a long time to see if you would move, Lucien."
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+The entire battlefield was stunned into silence. The aloof legend had stepped into the storm, and even Mark acknowledged his presence.
+
+"I suppose it’s our first time meeting." Lucien said with a calm smile.
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+Mark’s lips curved into a smile, slow and deliberate, his crimson eyes glimmering with both amusement and malice. His voice carried easily across the fractured skies, echoing in the ears of every human present.
+
+"There are two presences in this world that have grown at the same level as me in the past hundred years," Mark said, his tone filled with a mocking sort of praise. "And I was very curious about the two, but neither of them ever revealed themselves to me. For a while, I wondered if they were cowards. If they were content hiding in the shadows while I stood alone above the world."
+
+His gaze fixed directly on Lucien, sharp as blades yet smiling as though he had stumbled upon something amusing. "But here you are..."

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+title: "Chapter 1063: Lucien’s Powers"
+slug: "ch-1069"
+novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
+number: 1069
+views: 0
+likes: 0
+wordCount: 1044
+createdAt: "2026-04-15"
+---
+
+"Come on, don’t act like you don’t know why I didn’t act against you," Lucien said, his gaze locked on Mark without a flicker of hesitation. "Aren’t you being one of the reasons?"
+
+As those words left his mouth, Lucien slowly lifted his hand. He clenched his right fist, and in that moment the world responded.
+
+Crack.
+
+The sound echoed through the heavens as the very fabric of the sky split apart. Above them, countless fracture lines spread across the dome of the world like an endless spiderweb. The cracks stretched farther and farther, trembling violently, as though reality itself was about to collapse.
+
+Gasps erupted from the human leaders. The oppressive sight of a sky that looked ready to shatter filled every heart with dread. They could feel the terrifying pressure coming from Lucien’s restrained fist, a pressure that was not even fully unleashed. If this was only the result of him clenching his hand, then what would happen if he truly struck with all his might?
+
+Lucien’s expression did not change as he lowered his gaze back to Mark. "Even a little power-up could cause the very spatial domain of this world to crack." His voice was heavy but unwavering, as though he was stating a truth no one else dared to voice. "And you... you have the power to restore the spatial domain of this world. You have the power to repair it, and yet you do nothing about it."
+
+The leaders of the human race froze. Their hearts pounded as realization struck them like a hammer.
+
+Mark could repair the broken spatial domain?
+
+Max’s eyes widened in shock, his breath catching in his chest. ’What? Mark can repair the spatial domain of this world?’ His mind spun in chaos. Lucien’s words were more devastating than anything else he had heard today.
+
+Max remembered clearly. Lucien had once explained to him that the spatial domain of their world was broken when the demons forcefully tore it open, shattering the stability of the world itself. That destruction caused the ascension tunnel to collapse, severing the connection to the Divine Realm. For generations, no human had ascended, no matter how powerful they became. They were all bound to this fractured world.
+
+And now, to hear that Mark had the ability to repair it all this time...
+
+Max’s fists clenched so tightly that blood seeped from his palms. His rage boiled uncontrollably. ’How? How could Mark have such powers?’
+
+The surrounding human leaders trembled with fury and disbelief. Their face darkened. It was also their first time knowing that Mark, the Immortal Devil, had the power to repair their spatial domain and thereby allow humans to ascend to Divine Realms and yet Mark didn’t do that.
+
+Mark’s smile did not falter, but the glint in his eyes sharpened. "It seems you know a thing or two about me," he said, his voice low yet laced with curiosity. "Tell me, how did you get this piece of information? I am very sure I destroyed every record, every trace, every shred of history regarding that."
+
+Lucien met his gaze without flinching. A faint smile tugged at his lips as if Mark’s question amused him. "That’s a secret from my end," he replied calmly. His voice carried a confidence that did not waver under Mark’s oppressive aura.
+
+As he spoke, he briefly turned his eyes toward Max, Lady Divine, the leaders of the Seven Overlord Forces, and the Four God Nations. It was a small gesture, but it conveyed his intent clearly: they were all under his protection now.
+
+Mark’s expression darkened. His smile thinned until it was almost a sneer. "Don’t think I will allow any of them to get away from here." The air around him thickened as he extended his hand.
+
+At once, the space around the Bright Buddha Palace shuddered violently. The entire region trembled as an even stronger space lock formed, far heavier and denser than the one he had used earlier. The oppressive weight of it pressed down on everyone like an invisible cage, suffocating and absolute.
+
+Lucien’s calm did not break. Instead, his lips curved upward slightly. The faint reflection of light flickered over his eyes as a pair of sleek gaming goggles materialized, sliding over his face in a seamless motion. Then, as though it was the most natural thing in the world, a gaming remote appeared in his right hand. Its surface glowed faintly, runes flashing across it like digital patterns alive with power.
+
+Without hesitation, Lucien tapped one of the buttons.
+
+WHIISSH!
+
+Almost instantly, the world shifted. Every single figure present—Max, Lady Divine, President William, Aden, the masked leader of the Obsidian Order, and the other leaders of the human powers—vanished from the palace grounds.
+
+Their presence dissolved into streams of light, carried away from Mark’s suffocating space lock as if his power no longer applied to them. Only the monks of the Bright Buddha Palace, still protected by their sacred wards, remained.
+
+Mark’s face hardened, the playful smile replaced by something sharper. "How did you bypass my space lock?" His voice thundered, laced with disbelief. For the first time, his composure cracked.
+
+Lucien tilted his head slightly, the glow of the goggles reflecting Mark’s furious eyes. "I have a skill that allows me to ignore anything." His tone was light, almost casual, but the weight of those words sent chills across the hearts of those who overheard them.
+
+Then, without pause, he pressed another button on the remote.
+
+CRACK—BOOM!
+
+Mark’s body instantly shifted, teleported ten feet backward as though dragged by some unseen force. A heartbeat later, the ground where he had stood erupted into a colossal fireball explosion. The flames roared skyward, twisting into a vortex of molten heat and shockwaves.
+
+The sheer magnitude of the blast fractured the fabric of space once more, spiderweb cracks spreading outward in every direction. Yet before the collapse could escalate, Lucien raised his hand, and the cracks stabilized under his control, the space knitting itself back together reluctantly.
+
+Smoke and ash drifted in the air. The scent of charred stone lingered.
+
+Mark brushed his black hair back with his hand, his red eyes gleaming as he studied Lucien. "An invisible attack?" His tone carried intrigue rather than anger.

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+title: "Chapter 107: Battle to Rescue - 8"
+slug: "ch-107"
+novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
+number: 107
+views: 0
+likes: 0
+wordCount: 1340
+createdAt: "2026-04-13"
+---
+
+Veylin frowned at her suggestion. On one hand, he wanted to complete his mission, and on the other, he didn’t want any casualties among the team he led.
+
+"Alright, I will wait," Veylin said with a gloomy expression, having decided to hold off.
+
+Max smiled coldly upon hearing that.
+
+Five glanced at the man in the mask from the Black Lotus guild. "Looks like you guys won," he said, his voice calm.
+
+The man in the mask signaled Max with his eyes. "He doesn’t think so. Not yet."
+
+Five’s eyes narrowed as he glanced at Max, his expression turning mysterious. "He can use black flames just like you," he said, turning to the man in the mask. "Does he have some connection to the Black Lotus guild?"
+
+The man in the mask glanced at Five and replied, "None that I know of so far."
+
+Five gazed deeply at him before closing his eyes.
+
+Everyone waited in silence for everything to come to an end.
+
+Veylin’s eyes drifted between Alice and Jessica the entire time, but he didn’t make a move and only observed from a distance.
+
+Max remained on full alert the whole time. If Veylin had even moved a step toward Alice, he would have burned Jessica alive mercilessly.
+
+The tension between them grew, but neither of the two took any action, nor did any of the other figures standing in or above the crater.
+
+Time passed, and half an hour went by.
+
+Around that time, the dome at the other end of the city vibrated slightly, attracting everyone’s attention.
+
+They then saw the dome slowly but steadily disintegrate into red particles until it disappeared completely, revealing a black crack in the blue sky.
+
+Everyone was shocked to witness the crack in the sky, which remained. Usually, when a dungeon break occurred, the crack or portal, the source of the monsters, would close after the monsters were killed. But the sight in front of them left everyone speechless.
+
+"What is this?" Nash muttered, a bad feeling rising in his heart.
+
+The young woman with green hair sneered at Nash for being so ignorant, but she didn’t provide any information either.
+
+Max also glanced at the tear in the void, but he didn’t pay it too much attention. His focus remained on the various figures in the sky.
+
+Among the many figures just below the tear, many wore cloaks, but the majority of them belonged to the five guilds and four families.
+
+Currently, they seemed to be arguing about something.
+
+A middle-aged man with dark red hair and a slim build glanced at the situation near the Rune Tower, his expression darkening. He was the leader of the Monarch guild in charge of the operation, and they had accomplished what they had intended. However, the situation with their other group didn’t seem to be going well.
+
+"Hubert, you people from the Monarch are really deep scheming bastards," Aurelia, the leader of the Phoenix Order guild, grinned, her tone furious. "To send a team after my daughter? You really have the guts." A fiery aura so intense that it could burn the very air around her radiated from her body.
+
+Hubert shrugged. "I wasn’t aware of them at all." He smiled slyly. "Maybe that team was led by the young master from the direct order of Young Monarch himself."
+
+Aurelia sneered, her tone cold. "That means it doesn’t matter if anyone on their side dies, right?"
+
+Hubert chuckled. "We both know that you aren’t going to kill anyone, especially from the Monarch."
+
+"Oh, really?" Aurelia smiled, her expression cruel as she turned to Sophia, who stood beside her. "Go and give Max the order to execute the woman he’s holding hostage."
+
+"As you say, Master." Sophia nodded and was about to leave but was blocked by two figures from the Blade family and Evernight family.
+
+The leader of the Blade family, Galen Blade, glanced at Aurelia and scolded, "Aurelia, don’t act like a child. Killing someone from the Monarch would directly start the impending war." He was a middle-aged man with silver hair and handsome looks.
+
+"Galen’s right, Aurelia," the leader of the Evernight family, Cashen, said in support of Galen. "We’re in no position to start a war against the Monarch, not when the Valora continent is not united. We have to wait until the King from the West Region’s birthday."
+
+The leaders of the other four guilds watched indifferently, but their expressions clearly showed they weren’t keen on starting a war with the Monarch.
+
+Aurelia frowned after hearing the two leaders. "They came to kidnap my daughter; the least they could do is let someone from their side die as compensation," she said, refusing to back down.
+
+Tension arose due to her words.
+
+Hubert sneered. "Don’t try anything foolish, Aurelia. It would only lead to something undesirable."
+
+"I don’t care at this point," Aurelia said, glancing at the lady in Max’s hands. She wanted to settle this matter herself.
+
+The thought of what could have happened to her daughter if she had been kidnapped fueled her heart with deep resentment and hatred against the Monarch, and at that moment, she couldn’t care less about them.
+
+"How about listening to this merchant?" Three middle-aged men appeared before them at that moment. Each one appeared round and fat but with distinct personalities.
+
+One of them had a kind face, another appeared frowning, and the last one had his eyes closed, as if nothing in this world mattered to him.
+
+They were the three brothers of the Stellar Merchant Alliance.
+
+"Oh, now the Stellar Merchant Alliance wants to interfere in the business of the Monarch and the other powers in the East?" Hubert asked, glancing at them.
+
+The kind one of the trio glanced at him and said, "If this matter could potentially lead to the start of a war, then we had to interfere."
+
+Hubert snorted but didn’t say anything else.
+
+Seeing that, the kind one turned to both Aurelia and Hubert. "How about this? Hubert, you compensate the Phoenix Order guild with some mana crystals or any treasures, but the items must be of sufficient value to compensate for the kidnapping."
+
+Hubert’s face turned dark. They had already failed the other half of the mission, and now they even had to give their enemies compensation?
+
+"That won’t happen," he refused outright.
+
+"I also don’t want any compensation," Aurelia also rejected his suggestion. However, her expression turned sly as she glanced at the kind one. "If he can give me something I desire, then I won’t mind this matter at all."
+
+"And what is that thing?" the kind one asked curiously.
+
+Aurelia smiled sweetly and held up five fingers. "Five fruits of the Flame Galleon Tree in the Central Region."
+
+Every other guild and the four families were shocked by her words. The Flame Galleon Tree was one of the many natural resources of the world, but its fruits were incredibly rare.
+
+Especially the Flame Galleon Tree, whose fruits were said to enhance one’s affinity with flames. Increasing comprehension wasn’t easy, but there were still ways to improve one’s rate of understanding.
+
+The kind one thought for a moment and turned to Hubert. "What do you think?"
+
+Hubert frowned. On one hand, the fruits of the Flame Galleon Tree weren’t a big matter to them, but their rarity and specialty made them never sell a single one of these fruits. However, the situation here demanded otherwise.
+
+He contemplated for a moment and said, "It will arrive at the doors of the Phoenix Order guild in a week’s time."
+
+He added, his expression cruel, "But by doing this, Aurelia, you’ve added the Phoenix Order guild to the Monarch’s blacklist."
+
+"You don’t need to worry about that. Just send me the fruits," Aurelia waved dismissively at him.
+
+Hubert frowned, seeing that she wasn’t taking his words seriously.
+
+"What about the tear?" Another member of the trio from the Stellar Merchant Alliance, the serious one with the frown, asked Hubert. "Why isn’t it closing?"

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+title: "Chapter 1064: Power of a God"
+slug: "ch-1070"
+novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
+number: 1070
+views: 0
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+wordCount: 1120
+createdAt: "2026-04-15"
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+
+"Reality is just another game," Lucien said calmly. "And I am someone who has cheats to all the games."
+
+Mark’s red eyes glimmered, his smile widening. "Interesting. Then let me what you have got."
+
+He raised his hand, and without effort, black infernal energy surged into the sky. It twisted and solidified into a world-sized hand, its fingers stretching until they could clutch the horizon itself. The hand descended, tearing through clouds, pressing against Lucien and the grid as if trying to collapse them together.
+
+Lucien pressed two buttons in quick succession.
+
+BEEP! BEEP!
+
+Immediately, the grid around him shifted. The colossal hand Mark had summoned froze midair, pixelating into cubes of broken energy before shattering into pieces like a deleted file.𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺
+
+Mark blinked, intrigued, then burst into laughter. "You even made my attack crash. Wonderful."
+
+But he was not holding back. His fingers snapped, and the shattered fragments of space itself reformed into a massive black vortex. The vortex pulled at everything, the mountains, the palaces, the land, the sky itself, threatening to erase the Bright Buddha Palace and all who remained.
+
+Lucien leaned slightly on his remote. He tapped the joystick once.
+
+The vortex paused, stopped entirely as if time had been frozen, and then skipped backward like a rewound video until it returned to Mark’s hand. The sky repaired itself, mountains rebuilt, the world returned to what it was seconds ago.
+
+Mark tilted his head. "So, you even rewind the world. Tell me, how many cheats do you have?"
+
+Lucien didn’t answer. His thumb pressed down on another button.
+
+BOOM!
+
+An endless barrage of meteors materialized in the sky, each shaped like a flaming polygon. They fell like a storm, smashing into the land with devastating force. Each impact cracked space like broken glass, and Lucien’s expression darkened. He waved his hand and stabilized the cracks immediately, preventing them from destroying the realm but it also caused the powers of the meteors to weaken.
+
+Mark walked through the storm without rushing. Every meteor that came close to him was devoured by the infernal energy swirling around his body.
+
+"This is the difference," Mark said, his voice reverberating across the battlefield. "I do not need to hold back. I do not care if the space shatters. I will stand, while the world itself bends to me."
+
+Lucien clicked another button. His figure multiplied instantly into dozens of afterimages, each version of himself firing invisible bullets, beams, and blades of light from different angles.
+
+Mark raised his hand, and the air cracked as black walls of infernal energy rose around him like shifting labyrinths, swallowing every attack. The clash of light and darkness lit the sky brighter than the sun, blinding everyone who dared to look.
+
+The shockwaves flattened mountains, split rivers, and shook the very continent. Monks of the Bright Buddha Palace chanted desperately to hold their wards in place, or the entire palace would have been erased by the fight.
+
+Lucien’s remote glowed brighter, his fingers moving rapidly across it like a gamer pressing a perfect combo. Each button press unleashed a different command: swords falling from the heavens, health bars and stamina bars appearing in the air above both combatants, even a glowing red "BOSS" marker flashing above Mark’s head.
+
+Mark only laughed louder. "So, I am your boss fight? Very well."
+
+He clapped his hands together, and the entire eastern sky turned crimson. The sun itself darkened, replaced by a massive infernal eye that stared down at Lucien. Its gaze caused the ground to boil and the air to combust.
+
+Lucien steadied his stance, his face calm beneath the goggles. "Boss it is," he muttered, pressing down the big central button on the remote.
+
+The world shook again as the two unleashed their powers on unimaginable scales. Lucien’s every strike threatened to collapse the domain, yet he restrained himself constantly, repairing the space even as he broke it. Mark, however, poured everything into destruction, his immortal presence tearing at the seams of reality without care.
+
+The battle was no longer one between man and demon. It was a clash of systems: Lucien bending the world as if it were a game, and Mark shattering it as a god who feared nothing.
+
+The infernal eye in the sky dilated, its gaze spanning across heaven and earth. Mark spread his arms as if embracing the entire world. His voice rolled like thunder, shaking the marrow of every living being.
+
+"This world... is mine."
+
+At his words, the sky cracked apart. The sun shattered into fragments of black light before reforming, burning crimson like an eternal infernal flame. Oceans far to the east boiled into steam, their water rising into the sky and condensing into rivers of blood that flowed through the air. Mountains bent as if bowing before him, and the very ground quaked, splitting into abysses that glowed with molten fire.
+
+Mark’s black hair swayed in a storm of infernal wind, his eyes glowing red brighter than twin suns. The infernal energy surged outward in waves. Each wave was not just destructive force but divine authority. Space warped, time wavered, and laws bent. Every living being across the continent felt it — the undeniable truth that Mark was not bound by the same rules as mortals.
+
+"Reality itself bends at my will."
+
+He clenched his fist. The sky tore apart into hexagonal fragments as if the world itself were a pane of glass. The fragments rained downward and then fused together again, but rearranged into his desired shape. The Bright Buddha Palace, the forests, the plains — all of it was rewritten into a landscape of infernal energy, a crimson wasteland filled with jagged spires and rivers of fire.
+
+Lucien’s face hardened. "He is rewriting the map."
+
+Mark smiled. "Your cheats manipulates the rules. But I am the rule here."
+
+The infernal eye pulsed once, and all sound vanished. The world itself froze. Time stopped for everyone. Humans, demons, even beasts in distant lands found themselves motionless, locked in the divine stillness of his authority. Only Mark walked through it freely, his steps echoing in the silence.
+
+He appeared before Lucien in an instant. "You hold back because the world breaks when you swing. I break it because it belongs to me." He extended his hand, pressing it against Lucien’s chest. "I am the god of this world. Every stone, every river, every law of space and time answers to me."
+
+"Your froze the the world?" Lucien looked around. "No, you froze time itself. You restructured the entire world to form from infernal energy."
+
+"So, it is true. You are the crownbearer of this world." Lucien said realizing everything he had heard about Mark was true.

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+title: "Chapter 1065: Talks between the two Greats!"
+slug: "ch-1071"
+novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
+number: 1071
+views: 0
+likes: 0
+wordCount: 1042
+createdAt: "2026-04-15"
+---
+
+"As I have said many times before, I am the god of this world," Mark said with a satisfied smile as he snapped his fingers. The snap echoed like a verdict, and reality obediently steadied itself. Time resumed its steady current, the chaotic surges of infernal energy that had convulsed the land evaporated, and the surroundings returned to an eerie calm as though nothing momentous had occurred.
+
+Lucien watched the change with a curious tilt of his head, his eyes tracking the faint smoke that still curled from the ground. "That was not your full strength, was it?" he asked, studying Mark as if measuring the distance between a mask and a face.
+
+Mark inclined his head once in acknowledgement. "No," he admitted, his smile never leaving his features. "I am at one third of my full strength for now, because I possess only one third of my full soul."
+
+Lucien’s brow creased as he considered the implication. "Explain something to me then," he said. "From what I have learned, a crownbearer of a mortal world is meant to act as a guardian, a god who wards off external threats like demons and Nulls. Yet you do the opposite. You command the Nulls and allow demons to run their courses while you orchestrate things from behind the scenes." He fixed Mark with a steady look. "Why did you turn to this path? What twisted the purpose of your charge?"
+
+Mark laughed, a sound that carried equal parts amusement and something colder. "You want to know why I turned," he said, amusement curling his voice. "If you truly wish to understand, then seek the missing third of my soul. It lies sealed within the Celestial Beast Temple. Find it and you will have your answer."
+
+Lucien smiled, not quite trusting the simplicity of the request. "Is that truly your motive, or are you setting a trap so I will free your soul from that seal?" he asked with a tone that mixed challenge and calculation.
+
+Mark’s smile deepened into a nod, as though he had expected that very skepticism. "If you can free it, then I will be very pleased," he said plainly, his eyes reflecting an inscrutable light.
+
+Lucien’s expression remained calm, though his eyes sharpened with curiosity. He finally asked the question that weighed most heavily on his mind. "What are your true goals in this war? I can understand the demons’ desire for that drop of blood, but what is it that you seek? Someone like you, who has remained silent for so long, would not reveal himself to the world without reason. You have hidden and plotted for ages, and you would not step into the open unless your motives were far greater."
+
+Mark’s smile thinned, and for the first time a shadow of seriousness crossed his features, though the menace in his eyes never diminished.
+
+"Do you truly not know what I want?" he asked. His voice deepened with a subtle edge of impatience. "I want the other two parts of my soul. That is what I have been waiting for. Do you have any idea how long I have endured this? I have bid my time for millennia, weaving plans, shifting pieces, waiting for the right body to claim, a vessel worthy enough for me to control. All of it has been for this purpose."
+
+His tone grew heavier as he continued. "Without my other two parts, I am empty. I am incomplete. That hollow absence festers inside me, and I despise it with every fiber of my being. I hate it more than anything else."𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢
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+He paused only long enough for the silence to weigh between them before speaking again. "There is another reason. I need my full strength returned to me quickly. If I do not recover it, then I will be consumed."
+
+Lucien’s eyes narrowed, his brow furrowing with unease. "Consumed? What do you mean by that? Who in this world could possibly consume you?"
+
+Mark sneered, his expression twisting into disdain as though the memory itself disgusted him. "That was my belief as well. I thought nothing could touch me. But not long ago, after I possessed this body and felt the pulse of this world flow through me once more, I discovered the presence of an entity unlike anything I have ever known. This being devours everything. Not just energy, not just life, but everything. I do not know when it came into this world, nor do I know its origin. But what I do know is that it is here, and as we speak it is feeding. Piece by piece it is consuming this world, and with every passing moment, it grows stronger."
+
+"And you cannot kill this entity?" Lucien asked, his voice sharpening with concern.
+
+Mark nodded slowly, his face closing into a mask of sober memory. "Believe me when I say I tried every method I possessed, yet none of it affected her. Strikes that would pulverize mountains felt to her like a raindrop to flesh."
+
+Lucien’s expression hardened as he listened. He had learned to read the tiny tells that separated truth from performance, and in this moment he felt no deception in Mark’s words. The gravity in Mark’s eyes matched the weight of his confession.
+
+"Where is this entity now?" Lucien asked, the single question carrying the urgency of a man who needed to know if the threat still stalked their world.
+
+Mark shrugged with an unsettling calm. "It is gone for the moment," he replied.
+
+Lucien frowned, pushing the doubt back and forth across his features. "Gone how? It survived your attacks and then simply vanished?"
+
+Mark let out a small, humorless smile. "When I struck at it before, it endured even my most devastating assaults and then fled. It did not disappear so much as retreat and conceal itself. It has grown cunning and learned to hide, and for now I cannot sense its presence anywhere in the world."
+
+Lucien considered that answer and then shifted to the only thing that mattered to him now. "If I were to restore your soul, if I gave you your full strength back, would you then drive the demons away and reseal the threats you seek to unleash?"

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+title: "Chapter 1066: Mark’s intentions"
+slug: "ch-1072"
+novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
+number: 1072
+views: 0
+likes: 0
+wordCount: 1205
+createdAt: "2026-04-15"
+---
+
+Mark’s reply came without hesitation and with a tone that cut like ice. "Why would I do that? Reclaiming my full soul and full my full strength will not change my purpose. I will free the demons regardless because this world belongs to me, and when I am whole I will remake it to suit my will. The demons will be instruments for that reconstruction, but first I will deal with that devouring entity that threatens to consume everything."
+
+Lucien exhaled and shook his head. "This matter will not be solved easily," he said, the weight of the problem settling heavily between them.
+
+"Why so many questions do you have?" Mark asked as his pressure swelled, his voice calm but threaded with dangerous impatience. "Let us battle some more. It has been a very long time since I have gone all out."
+
+"Buddy, you may unleash your full might if you wish, but should I do the same the world will be destroyed," Lucien said, his tone weary and grave as he met Mark’s cold amusement. "Do you want this world to be devoured into a black hole?"
+
+Mark inclined his head in a motion that was almost courteous. "True, I would not want that either," he admitted. "I do not seek annihilation for its own sake."
+
+"Why do you not simply fix the spatial domain of this world?" Lucien asked, his voice soft with a strategist’s logic.
+
+Mark shrugged with a slow, measured motion that betrayed no panic. "That is not something I can accomplish at present," he said. "To alter the shape of this world permanently I require my full strength, and for that I need my missing soul fragments."
+
+At that moment the earth beneath the Bright Buddha Palace convulsed as if something vast had stirred in the bones of the world. An eruption of demonic energy burst upward from the heart of the palace, and the sky was split by a pillar of black light that shot like a spear toward the heavens.
+
+The radiance was not noble but hungry, and it carved a wound through the morning like a blade through silk. The golden forms and ornate pavilions of the Bright Buddha Palace could not withstand that malignant column; masonry cracked and statues crumbled, gardens were torn into smoking ruin, and the palace collapsed into rubble beneath the ravenous light.
+
+From within the newly opened wound came a roar that was older than memory. The seal that had held ten thousand years of torment could not hold against the surge, and in an instant thousands of demonic shapes exploded from the fissure.
+
+They streamed into the air like a storm of shadow and fang, and they filled the skies with a chorus of triumphant whoops and howls.
+
+The demons did not hide their joy; they celebrated like beings reborn.
+
+"We are free at last," one voice cried, high and sharp, echoing across ruined tiles.
+
+"Chains that bound us for ten millennia have been smashed," another bellowed with savage laughter.
+
+"Taste the air, brothers and sisters, the world we were denied is ours once more."𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞
+
+Amid that teeming mass a single figure rose larger than the rest, crowned in eldritch flame and exuding a presence so vast that the winds themselves seemed to bow.
+
+The being’s voice rolled like distant thunder as it addressed the sky and the ruined palace. "I am returned," it declared, and the title that followed froze the blood of every mortal who heard it.
+
+"What? How did the demons get free? How could the seal be broken?" For the first time, Lucien’s composure faltered, his voice carrying the weight of genuine shock.
+
+Mark’s lips curled into a sneer, his expression laced with cruel satisfaction. "Did you not listen to what I told you before? I have been plotting this for thousands of years," he said. His eyes gleamed with triumph as he continued, "And one of those plans included planting an Ascendant deep inside the Bright Buddha Palace. You think their seal was eternal, but even eternity has cracks when someone like me is determined enough to find them."
+
+He tilted his head slightly, his smile widening with mockery. "Did you think I was wasting my time standing here, toying with you and the others? I was not stalling. I was simply waiting, biding my time until the demons were freed. Everything that has happened was nothing more than part of the design I laid long ago."
+
+Lucien’s face grew grave as Mark’s words sank into him like stone weights dragging into deep water. His gaze swept across the sky, and what he saw turned his solemnity into dread. Thousands of demons had already flooded into the air, their bodies blotting out the heavens with a sea of wings, horns, and shadowed forms. Their roars shook the land, triumphant and wrathful in equal measure.
+
+Among them, hundreds exuded the undeniable power of the Divine Rank, their auras crashing against one another like storms colliding. But what made Lucien’s heart sink further was the presence of one figure who towered above them all.
+
+The Demon King himself, carrying the unmistakable weight of the tenth cycle of life and death within the Divine Rank, hovered with eyes that gleamed like bottomless pits. His power pressed down over the battlefield, heavier than mountains and more suffocating than the abyss.
+
+Lucien clenched his fists, the shock fading into grim calculation. The seal was shattered, the demons were free, and the balance of the world had just been rewritten.
+
+Joy turned to vindictive hunger across the demonic assembly. They shouted in a dozen tongues and in a dozen snarls, and their words carried the old wound they had nursed for countless ages. "Humans chained us with their prayers and sealed us with their false gods," a demon with a fractured crown hissed as it beat its great wings.
+
+"We were bound by your priests and buried by your zealous hands," another spat, its voice wet with bile. "Now you will taste the debt for every life we were robbed of."
+
+"Kill them all," a deep voice commanded, and thousands of demonic forms converged into a rolling sky of teeth and claws. Their hatred for humanity was not a whispered plan but an open vow, and they screamed it as one: "We were imprisoned by your kind. We will bathe this world in your blood."
+
+Leaders and onlookers scattered at the first true sweep of those freed fiends, and cries of alarm rose from every broken courtyard and mangled hall of the Bright Buddha Palace. Isaac Abbot’s golden Buddha had been reduced to a shuddering husk in the explosion, and molten light dripped from its fractured features like tears of iron.
+
+Mark watched the unfolding liberation with an expression that did not change, yet something like satisfaction brushed his features. The destruction of the Bright Buddha Palace and the release of its prisoners seemed to vindicate the patient cruelty of his plan, and he folded his hands as if to applaud a long-awaited act.
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+The sky was full of demons, their shouts drowning the brittle cries of the ruined gods, and the Middle Domain had slid irrevocably into a new, darker hour.

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+title: "Chapter 1067: Pressure on Max"
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+novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
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+Lucien’s eyes narrowed as the thousand demons roared with newfound freedom. Some were drenched in infernal energy, their bodies swollen with corruption, their presence pressing against the very air.
+
+A single flick of his thumb pressed the controller in his hand, and a ripple of light expanded outward. Transparent cube-shaped cages materialized in an instant, locking every one of them inside. Not even the divine rank demon at the tenth cycle of life and death could resist the invisible lock. They pounded and shrieked but the cubes remained firm, glowing faintly with Lucien’s command.
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+Mark chuckled softly, his black hair swaying in the still air. "Did you truly think I would allow that?" His voice was calm, but the arrogance beneath it was impossible to hide. He raised his hand and snapped his fingers. The cubes flickered once and dissolved as if they had never existed, leaving nothing but the wild presence of the demons stretching across the ruined palace grounds.
+
+"I have some business to handle with these creatures," Mark said, his red eyes gleaming. "They belong to me now." His smile sharpened. "We will meet again." With a ripple of distorted air, he and the multitude of demons vanished, leaving behind the faint echo of infernal energy.
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+Lucien stood alone in the empty silence, his hand still resting on the controller. For a long moment he said nothing.
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+Finally, his voice broke the stillness. "Just another headache for this world." He turned away, walking deeper into the Bright Buddha Palace where the ancient seal once lay. He wanted to see the remnants for himself, to confirm what had been lost, and what might yet be restored.
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+
+Far away, within the square of the Four God Nation, a heavy gathering took place. The four leaders of the God Nations stood with their elders and important retainers, while the leaders of the Middle Domain gathered opposite them.
+
+Max stood slightly apart, his eyes narrowed as he watched their quiet exchange. He could sense their voices were locked behind barriers of runes, sealed away so that no one outside the circle could hear.
+
+The atmosphere was heavy with tension. Everyone knew Mark’s reappearance had shifted the balance of the world. The release of so many high-ranked demons was not a matter that could be ignored. Yes, when the demons were released, they already got information about it.
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+The leaders’ faces were stern, their brows furrowed as they considered what this meant for their people.
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+Max’s gaze flicked between them, his fists clenched. He could not make out the details of their conversation, but he knew the topics were obvious.
+
+The aftermath of Mark’s attacks. The sudden surge of demons into the world. The uncertain loyalties of Lucien, who had revealed his hand but vanished before the world could demand more of him.
+
+And above all, the opening of—the Heavenly Lord Secret Domain.
+
+It was due to open in one month. Everyone in the square understood that it would decide the fate of humanity. For the leaders, it was a chance to unite and prepare. For Max, it was one path to increase his strength to Divine Rank, and one more battlefield where he would be forced to fight.
+
+The square fell into uneasy silence as the meeting stretched on. Max’s heart pounded as he waited.
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+"There is only one month left for the Heavenly Lord Secret Domain to open," Lady Divine said softly as she stood beside Max. Unlike the others who were locked in discussion, she did not move closer to the circle of rulers. Her gaze stayed fixed on the leaders, but her words were directed only to him.
+
+Max frowned slightly. "Why are you all focusing so much on the Heavenly Lord Secret Domain? You even tried to lock me away so that I could enter it safely. Why is it so important to all of you?" His voice carried the weight of suspicion, the same distrust he had shown them since the Valora Continent’s destruction.
+
+Lady Divine sighed. "It is because the Heavenly Lord Secret Domain is unlike any other secret realm in this world. Most secret domains are fragments left behind by experts of the Divine Realm or even higher planes. But the Heavenly Lord Secret Domain is different. It is not bound to our world alone. It exists as a bridge, a convergence of many small worlds scattered throughout the starry skies. When it opens, it draws in the chosen geniuses from countless mortal worlds. In that place, one does not only fight against demons or ascendants of our world but against talents born in other realms entirely."
+
+Her eyes turned solemn, and her voice lowered. "Inside it lies inheritance beyond imagination. The domain contains laws of heaven and earth so pure they can push any genius with sufficient foundation directly into the Divine Rank. For some, it may even serve as the starting step toward the path of ascension. If someone conquers its trials, they may obtain relics, bloodlines, or techniques that could tilt the balance of an entire war."
+
+Max listened, his gaze darkening as her words sank in.
+
+Lady Divine continued. "This is why it is so important to us. The demons will not hesitate to send their best into the domain, and the Ascendants will do the same. If they gain the treasures within, we will not be able to stand against them. But if humanity seizes them, then for the first time since this war began, we may gain a true advantage. That is why the Four God Nation and the Seven Overlord Forces are treating this as the deciding battlefield. It is not just a competition of strength. It is a gamble for the future of this world."
+
+Her eyes softened as she glanced at Max. "And you, Max, are the one they want to carry that gamble. You are already a symbol, whether you accept it or not. They believe only you can lead the other geniuses into the Heavenly Lord Secret Domain and bring back results strong enough to change the tide."
+
+Max’s brows furrowed as he listened to Lady Divine’s explanation. Her words weighed heavily on his mind, and for a long moment he said nothing. His gaze stayed fixed on the ground where the shadows of the leaders stretched long beneath the light of the torches, but his thoughts wandered far beyond the square.
+
+’So that’s why they locked me away... so that’s why they feared I would act rashly. To them, I’m not a person. I’m a weapon. A gamble they’re all staking their hopes on.’ He felt the pressure on him increase many times all of a sudden. The hopes of so many humans were heavy, but they only hardened his resolve to get stronger fast.

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+title: "Chapter 1068: One Month"
+slug: "ch-1074"
+novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
+number: 1074
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+Lady Divine’s voice was calm, but the weight of her words pressed down heavily. "The reason that the Heavenly Lord Secret Domain is called the strongest is because there are seven lords who reside within it. They are not mere guardians or ancient remnants. They are beings from the Divine Realm itself, lords who even there are said to command power beyond comprehension. For countless generations they have slumbered in that place, waiting for the right geniuses to arrive."
+
+Max’s gaze shifted toward her, his eyes narrowing slightly. She continued, unshaken by his silence. "If you perform well in the trials of the Heavenly Lord Secret Domain, you may be chosen by one of them. To be chosen means more than receiving treasures or inheritance. It means being acknowledged, guided, and trained directly by someone who stands at the peak of the Divine Realm. Even among the immortals, their names carry weight."
+
+The faint glow of runes shimmered along Lady Divine’s hand as she gestured toward the distant east, where the secret domain would soon reveal itself. "Imagine what that means for us. In a war where the demons have their own ancient lords, where even the Ascendants and the Nulls carry legacies of unfathomable power, to have you or one of our geniuses taken under the wing of a Divine Lord would tilt the scales. It is the kind of opportunity that can change the fate of a world."
+
+She paused, her voice dropping lower, as if confiding something not meant for others to hear. "That is why we placed so much emphasis on your entry into the domain. With your talent, if you are acknowledged, the hope of our entire race will rise with you. This is not about prestige or honor. This is survival. This is why, Max, we cannot afford to lose this chance. Not now, when the balance between humans and demons is hanging by a thread."
+
+Max said nothing at first, but his fists tightened at his sides as he took in every word. His silence was not ignorance. It was the silence of a storm gathering within.
+
+Blob’s calm, measured voice slipped into Max’s mind, carrying its usual weight of certainty. "I have heard about the Heavenly Lord Secret Domain too. That place is indeed a good place for you to go right now. The treasures you might obtain and the opportunities you might get there would be beyond anything this world can offer. Even the Lotus of Clear Serenity, the one that can erase Lenavira’s curse, could be found there."
+
+Max’s chest tightened as those words settled inside him. His eyes flickered for a moment, recalling Lenavira’s pale face, her body trembling under the burden of the curse. The thought of freeing her, of finally lifting that weight, burned in him like a vow carved into stone.
+
+"I know," Max said, nodding slowly, his gaze fixed ahead. "I will do my best there." His voice carried no hesitation, no wavering. It was a quiet promise, but one forged in the same fire as his resolve to slaughter the demons and to one day end Mark’s existence.
+
+Lady Divine glanced at him, her sharp eyes narrowing as if she had caught a glimpse of his determination. She said nothing, but in her heart she knew that the Heavenly Lord Secret Domain would not just be another trial for Max. It would be a battlefield where his path as either a savior or a calamity would be written.
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+"Let’s go. I will take you to rest for now." Lady Divine said leading Max deep into the Four God Nation. Max nodded and followed behind her.
+
+He finally allowed himself a moment to breathe. The chaos of battles, betrayals, and revelations had weighed on him like mountains, but now with a month before the Heavenly Lord Secret Domain opened, he had time. Time to recover. Time to grow.
+
+Max secluded himself in a quiet palace granted to him by the Four God Nation. It was heavily guarded, its grounds lined with divine formations, and no one dared to approach without permission. Max spent most of his days in silence, but it was not rest in idleness. His body and mind were consumed by training.
+
+He stepped into his Dimension of Time, where one hour outside equaled one year within. A month in the real world gave him the equivalent of a thousand years inside his domain. It was within this solitude that he confronted every technique he had and pushed them to the edge of perfection.
+
+His Storm King’s Inheritance of Extreme Speed became sharper. His body blurred into streaks of light, each movement fast enough to tear through sound and space. His sword concepts grew heavier with intent, the Severing Sword now capable of cutting not just matter but even emotions and willpower if he poured enough of himself into it.
+
+But what made this month different were the gifts of the Four God Nation. Each god nation had offered him a single legacy technique, the kind they would never normally share with an outsider, but Max was no ordinary genius. They saw him as the one who could decide the war.
+
+From the Phoenix God Nation, he obtained the Nine Heavens Phoenix Rebirth Flame, a technique that wove together destruction and rebirth. Flames burned not only flesh but spirit, reducing enemies to ash while restoring his own vitality in the process. Max practiced until the flames became pure crimson-gold, dancing across his hands like living birds of fire.
+
+From the Dragon God Nation, he was entrusted with the Sky-Devouring Dragon Roar. The roar was not merely sound but a force that bent space itself, a shockwave that crushed defenses and shattered the wills of weaker opponents. In his Dimension of Time, Max roared again and again until the echoes of his voice shook even the artificial skies of his inner world.
+
+From the Tortoise God Nation, he learned the Heavenly Tortoise Eternal Shell, a defensive art said to withstand even divine punishment. At first, his attempts were clumsy, his aura forming only thin fragments of the shell around him. But with persistence, the shell grew thicker, more complete, until it covered him in a translucent barrier that could endure even his own sword strikes.
+
+From the White Tiger God Nation, he mastered the White Tiger Soul Rend Claw, a vicious technique that harnessed killing intent as a weapon. His hands became claws of pure energy, each strike leaving trails of white light that howled like tigers. In his Dimension of Time, he practiced until the claw marks themselves vibrated with soul-rending power, able to tear apart body and spirit in one motion.
+
+Day after day, year after year in his artificial solitude, Max cycled through these techniques, binding them to his body until they were no longer borrowed powers but extensions of himself. The flames of rebirth, the roar of dragons, the eternal shell, and the tiger’s soul-rending claws merged with his existing arsenal of lightning, sword, and spatial mastery.
+
+When he finally stepped out of the Dimension of Time, only a month had passed in the real world. Yet Max’s eyes carried the weight of centuries. His aura had settled into terrifying calm, like a storm hidden behind still skies. He was ready for the Heavenly Lord Secret Domain.

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+title: "Chapter 1069: Importance to the Divine Rank"
+slug: "ch-1075"
+novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
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+At the central square of the Four God Nation, a gathering of figures stood in solemn silence. The open space was vast, lined with towering pillars carved with ancient beasts, and its floor glimmered faintly with runes etched into the stone. Yet what truly drew the eye was not the square itself but those who occupied it.
+
+A closer look revealed that all of them were young, their faces sharp with ambition and their auras radiating untamed potential. These were the chosen prodigies, the brightest geniuses that the Four God Nation and, indeed, the entire Middle Domain had produced.
+
+Each one carried themselves with the confidence of youth and the sharp edge of untested brilliance, for they had all been selected to represent their forces in the trials ahead.
+
+Max stood among them, his posture calm but his eyes observant, watching the others as though weighing each of their strengths. Beside him were Alice and Lyra, both of whom had grown rapidly in the past months. Alice in particular stood out with her aura.
+
+Through a combination of relentless cultivation, the rare resources allocated to her, and the awakening of her bloodline, her strength had already reached the peak of the Champion Rank. That alone placed her among the top talents of her generation, yet the truth remained harsh. For all her progress, she was still not ready for what awaited within the Heavenly Lord Secret Domain.
+
+The stories surrounding that place were whispered with equal measures of awe and dread. It was said that the minimum qualification for survival within its boundaries was the Mythic Rank. Anything less was not simply unprepared—it was courting death. Those who entered without such strength would not even understand how they died, their lives extinguished before they could comprehend the dangers they faced. The domain did not offer mercy to the unworthy.
+
+Worse still, the competitors they would face were not limited to the Middle Domain. From countless smaller worlds, the peak geniuses were also converging, drawn by the allure of the Heavenly Lord Secret Domain.
+
+And these outsiders were said to stand at the very summit of the Mythic Rank, their strength sharpened to its absolute limit, their inheritances polished by families and sects that had prepared them for this exact moment. They would not be ordinary opponents but monsters in human form, honed to claim every opportunity the secret domain had to offer.
+
+In truth, there would never be a genius who had already stepped into the Divine Rank and still chose to enter the Heavenly Lord Secret Domain. To do so would be considered one of the most foolish decisions imaginable.
+
+There was a profound reason behind this. The Heavenly Lord Secret Domain was not simply a battlefield or a sealed ruin. It was a world forged for a singular purpose, designed to temper the finest geniuses of countless realms.
+
+Within its depths lay innumerable treasures, inheritances, and hidden opportunities, but among them was one that stood above all others in value. That opportunity was reserved exclusively for those who stood at the peak of the Mythic Rank, and it was said to pave the path into the Divine Rank itself.
+
+Because of this, nearly every prodigy, no matter how immense their talent or how close they were to a breakthrough, would deliberately suppress their strength at the peak of the Mythic Rank. Even if they felt the bottleneck was thin and could be shattered at any moment, they would hold themselves back.𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖
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+To advance prematurely would mean stepping into the Divine Rank without the blessings and tempering of the Heavenly Lord Secret Domain, forfeiting the very chance that could determine their future as a cultivator.
+
+This was no trivial choice. That opportunity within the domain was not merely a step upward; it was a foundation. It would decide not just whether a genius could reach the Divine Rank but also how far they could tread within it, how solid their footing would be, and whether they had the potential to break beyond into realms that surpassed even divinity.
+
+For many, this single chance was the fulcrum of their destiny. To miss it was to limit themselves forever, while to seize it was to open the possibility of standing at heights no one else could reach.
+
+Thus, the Heavenly Lord Secret Domain became the stage where the strongest geniuses of countless worlds gathered, all balanced at the razor’s edge of the Mythic Rank, waiting for the door to the Divine to open in front of them. It was, without question, a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and every step within it could decide whether one became a legend or vanished nameless into history.
+
+"My strength is far too low for me to enter the secret domain," Alice said with a heavy sigh. Her eyes carried a trace of longing as she looked at the others preparing with confidence, but deep inside she knew the truth. She wanted to step into the Heavenly Lord Secret Domain just as much as they did, yet she was still too young and her strength lagged behind. Compared to the others, she would only be a burden. If she forced her way inside now, her weakness would invite nothing but endless trouble.
+
+"You should wait until the next opening," Max said, his tone gentle as he tried to comfort her. In his heart, he did not want her to enter at all. Even if he could shield her for a time, how long could that protection last in a place where even the strongest geniuses risked death?
+
+For her, it would be far better to prepare patiently and use the resources available in the years ahead. When the domain opened again, she would have a real chance to seize its opportunities. Entering now at the peak of Champion Rank would be meaningless, because the treasures and trials within were all designed for those standing at the very peak of the Mythic Rank. Anything less would render her unable to claim them, leaving her only vulnerable.
+
+"Princess Alice, I will also remain behind this time," Lyra added, her voice carrying both reassurance and determination. "When the domain opens again, our chances will be greater." Though Lyra had already broken through into the Mythic Rank, she was still at the first level. Such strength would barely register inside the Heavenly Lord Secret Domain. In a world filled with monsters standing at the very peak of the Mythic Rank, her current power would be swept aside without leaving a trace.
+
+Alice nodded quietly, understanding her own limits. The bitterness of staying behind lingered in her chest, but she also knew it was the wiser path.
+
+"Who exactly are the ones entering this time?" Max asked, curiosity flashing in his eyes. "I do not think I have heard of them, nor have I seen them before."

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+title: "Chapter 1070: Top Geniuses of the Four God Nation"
+slug: "ch-1076"
+novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
+number: 1076
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+Lyra gave a soft smile, her expression calm and knowing. "That is not surprising," she replied. "Most of those geniuses have been in seclusion for years, hidden away from the eyes of the world. They have been training day and night with single-minded purpose, preparing for this chance. The Heavenly Lord Secret Domain is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. None of them would waste time showing themselves before the moment arrives."
+
+Her words drifted into the air like a quiet warning. For every young genius visible in the square, there were many more waiting unseen, sharpening themselves in silence. And when the gates of the Heavenly Lord Secret Domain finally opened, they would step into the light with the ferocity of blades long kept sheathed.
+
+"There are basically fifteen leading geniuses, including you," Alice said, her eyes settling on Max with a mixture of pride and seriousness.
+
+"Fifteen?" Max repeated with a nod, committing the number to memory.
+
+"Oh, look," Alice said suddenly, her lips curving into a faint smile as she pointed toward the entrance of the square. "The lead geniuses of our Four God Nation are arriving now."
+
+Max followed her gesture and saw six new figures stepping into the square. Their presence carried a weight that immediately shifted the atmosphere, and the crowd instinctively made way for them. Among them, Alice directed his attention to a striking young woman. Her long golden hair shimmered in the light, and streaks of red ran through it like flames caught in sunlight. Her very aura radiated heat and nobility.
+
+"She is from my Phoenix God Nation," Alice explained with a proud tone. "Her name is Seraphina. She possesses the strongest bloodline of our generation, second only to mine, and her strength has already reached the peak of the Mythic Rank."
+
+Max studied Seraphina for a moment, noting the fire that seemed to burn just beneath her calm exterior. Her presence was regal, her steps measured and deliberate, as though she carried the legacy of her nation with every movement.
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+Alice shifted her hand slightly, gesturing toward a young man standing nearby. His bearing was calm, his frame sturdy, and his bowl-cut hairstyle looked almost comically out of place in such a serious gathering. "From the Black Tortoise God Nation, there is Edric," she said. "He bears the most potent bloodline of this generation among the Black Tortoise."
+
+Max glanced at him and barely suppressed a laugh. The sheer contrast between the gravity of the situation and Edric’s hairstyle almost broke his composure. The man’s aura was steady and powerful, yet Max could not shake the absurdity of imagining a cultivator of such strength with such a haircut.
+
+"There are also two from the White Tiger God Nation," Alice continued, lowering her voice as her eyes lingered on a pair walking side by side. "They are twins, Chris and Christine. Their power shines brightest when they fight together. They are considered the proudest siblings of their nation."
+
+Max’s gaze fell upon the two. Their resemblance was striking, their features almost mirror images of each other. Both had pure white hair that gleamed like silver under the sunlight, and their movements carried a predator’s grace. Their sharp eyes gave the impression of prowling beasts, and the harmony between them was almost unsettling.
+
+"Lastly," Alice said, her voice steady, "are the two geniuses from the Azure Dragon God Nation. Their names are Gareth and Victor."
+
+Max’s attention moved to the final pair. Their figures were tall and imposing, their auras heavy with the weight of dragon blood. The faint ripple of their bloodline resonated with him, though it did not match the depth of his own. Still, their power was undeniable, and the pride in their posture told him they knew it well.
+
+Max nodded slightly, acknowledging what he sensed. The dragon blood that flowed through them might not rival his, but it was strong enough to make them formidable in their own right.
+
+"These six are only from the Four God Nation," Lyra said with a gentle smile. "The remaining eight come from the greatest forces of the Middle Domain. Each force will send one genius. They are the Great Ruler Empire, Mountain Gods Valley, Eternal Sun Guild, Absolute Sword Palace, Bright Buddha Palace, Obsidian Order, Hunter Association, and the Black Lotus Guild. These eight, together with the six from the Four God Nation, make up the fifteen leading prodigies."
+
+Her eyes softened slightly as she added, "From my Great Ruler Empire, the one who will lead is my eldest brother."
+
+Max’s gaze sharpened, surprise flickering in his expression. "Your eldest brother? You mean First Prince Adrian?" The name carried weight even on his tongue. He had heard it countless times within the Great Ruler Empire, though he had never once seen the man himself. It was said Adrian’s strength rivaled the very best of the Four God Nation’s prodigies, and his reputation stretched far across the Middle Domain.
+
+Lyra’s expression brightened with unmistakable pride. "Yes, it is him," she said firmly, her tone carrying both affection and confidence.
+
+Max nodded slowly, filing the revelation away. Yet before he could dwell further on it, he felt a sharp change in the atmosphere. His attention turned instinctively toward the entrance of the square. A new group was arriving, their steps in perfect rhythm, their presence as heavy as storm clouds.
+
+At their head walked a man whose aura struck Max instantly. He did not recognize the man by face, but there was no mistaking the potent bloodline running through him. It was the Black Dragon Chaotic Bloodline, ancient and wild, radiating strength that pulsed with every step.
+
+The man stopped and swept his gaze across the gathered figures before lowering his head slightly. His voice transmission reached Max’s ears with clarity. "Guild Master, I am Daniel. This time, I represent the Black Lotus Guild for the Heavenly Lord Secret Domain. My team and I await your orders."
+
+Max’s expression did not shift outwardly, but his eyes glinted faintly. His reply was equally subtle, his voice flowing into Daniel’s mind. "There are no orders for now. Enter the Heavenly Lord Secret Domain and focus on what awaits inside."
+
+Daniel inclined his head in acknowledgment, the deference in his demeanor clear even to those who could not hear the exchange. He moved to stand with the other prodigies along with his team.

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+title: "Chapter 1071: Victor’s Challenge"
+slug: "ch-1077"
+novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
+number: 1077
+views: 0
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+
+With the Black Lotus Guild’s geniuses at his back, Max felt that leading the team into the Heavenly Lord Secret Domain would be manageable. He understood why they wanted him to act as their leader, and he trusted the Black Lotus Guild’s strength enough to steady his confidence, yet a thin thread of worry remained in his chest because the true unknowns would come from the geniuses of other worlds who would arrive inside the domain.
+
+"Are you Max?" Just as that thought passed through his mind, a voice called his name. Max turned and found Victor of the Azure Dragon God Nation standing before him, the dragon bloodline humming faintly around the man like distant thunder. Victor’s smile was calm, but his eyes were sharp and assessing.
+
+"I am Max," Max answered, keeping his tone even. "What do you want?"
+
+Victor inclined his head slightly. "That is good to hear," he said with a short laugh that held no malice. "I have spent the past fifty years in seclusion and I know little of the world, but my elders told me you are the strongest human below the Divine Rank and that you will lead us into the Heavenly Lord Secret Domain."
+
+He paused, his gaze steady on Max. "I wish to test that claim now. I want to fight you so I can judge for myself whether your strength matches what my elders have said, because from here you appear to be only at the sixth level of the Legend Rank."
+
+His voice remained polite, yet every word was deliberate. "I do not seek to insult you or to look down on you. I only want the certainty that the one who leads us will be able to protect us. Our lives will depend on that certainty."
+
+Almost every genius in the square turned their attention toward Victor and Max, curiosity flashing in their eyes. Many of them had lived in long seclusion, their cultivation focused entirely on accumulating mana and preparing for the threshold of the Divine Rank. Because of that, they knew little of the world outside and had never even heard Max’s name.
+
+When word spread that the one chosen to lead them was someone at the sixth level of the Legend Rank, they had questioned their elders and the leaders of their respective factions. Yet no matter how directly they asked, they were given no explanations.
+
+Some of the young prodigies had even nursed the desire to challenge Max themselves, if only to see whether he truly deserved the position that had been thrust upon him. But the warnings from their elders had been firm. They were told not to question Max, not to provoke him, and certainly not to test his qualifications as leader.
+
+Left with no answers, they had no choice but to swallow their doubts. Now, with Victor stepping forward openly, they finally had a chance to see how the mystery would unfold.
+
+"I understand," Max said calmly, showing no surprise at all. "How do you intend to test my strength?" His voice carried neither irritation nor hesitation, as though he had expected this very moment to come.
+
+Alice’s words from earlier still lingered in his mind. She had explained that nearly all of these prodigies had hidden themselves away, cultivating in silence while storing as much mana as possible for the coming breakthrough into the Divine Rank. They were isolated, cut off from the affairs of the world, and that ignorance showed in their reactions.
+
+To them, the notion that a leader of their expedition into the Heavenly Lord Secret Domain stood at only the sixth level of the Legend Rank would sound like a cruel joke. Yet despite their disbelief, they had been clearly instructed not to raise a voice of protest.
+
+However, Victor was not the type of genius who would remain silent and simply observe. Among the prodigies of the Four God Nation, he had long been recognized as the most suitable candidate to lead their expedition into the Heavenly Lord Secret Domain.
+
+His strength was acknowledged as one of the highest, his bloodline was pure, and his leadership qualities were unmatched. For years, it had been assumed that he would be the one to carry the banner of the Four God Nation.
+
+Now that the position of leadership had been handed to Max, a cultivator standing only at the sixth level of the Legend Rank, Victor’s curiosity burned hotter than ever. He knew well that the elders of the Four God Nation were not reckless enough to entrust the fate of their geniuses to someone unqualified. If they had chosen Max, there had to be a reason, and Victor wanted to see it with his own eyes.
+
+"Take one of my fists," Victor said with a smile that carried both confidence and challenge. "If you can withstand a single strike from me without injury, I will have no objections to you leading us."
+
+"Very well," Max replied with a calm nod. His expression did not shift, his voice steady and composed, as though the challenge meant little to him.
+
+Victor’s eyes narrowed slightly as he studied Max’s demeanor. Instead of arrogance, he saw only unshakable calm, and that intrigued him even more. What kind of strength did someone at the sixth level of the Legend Rank possess to face a peak Mythic Rank genius without the slightest hint of unease?
+
+He slowly drew in a breath and clenched his right fist. Azure scales shimmered across his knuckles and crept steadily up his arm, layer by layer, until the entire limb gleamed with the power of the Azure Dragon bloodline. As the transformation spread, the very air around his fist began to quiver. The energy radiating from his arm distorted the atmosphere, creating ripples like waves upon water.
+
+"Azure Dragon Fist!" Victor roared, his voice reverberating through the square. With that cry, he launched his fist forward, the strike carrying the majesty of his bloodline.
+
+The air howled as the fist surged ahead. The oppressive pressure that accompanied it spread outward like a storm, heavy and suffocating, as though the weight of a mountain range had been hurled directly at Max.
+
+The strike was not only an attack of flesh and bone but also the manifestation of dragon might itself, and to the onlookers it seemed as though Victor’s fist could crush anything in its path.
+
+’A dragon-based fist technique?’ Max mused silently, his expression calm as the storm of energy rushed toward him. He considered his options carefully. If he were to summon the full force of his Draconic Essences, the sheer pressure alone would overwhelm Victor’s Azure Dragon Fist.
+
+That would reduce the strike to little more than a normal punch, humiliating Victor in front of the gathered prodigies. Max had no desire to crush his opponent’s pride so bluntly. Instead, he resolved to use another power, one that would meet Victor’s fist without belittling his effort.

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+title: "Chapter 1072: Gaining the Acknowledgement of all!"
+slug: "ch-1078"
+novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
+number: 1078
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+The red lightning of the Storm King’s inheritance erupted from his body, flashing outward in violent arcs that painted the square in crimson brilliance. Thunder rumbled in every corner of the space as the lightning encircled Max, making him the very heart of a raging tempest.
+
+He called forth Heaven’s Wraith, the inheritance’s most destructive technique, and let the lightning flow into his clenched fist.
+
+He planted his feet firmly on the ground, his stance unwavering, and met Victor’s charge head-on. His right arm tightened, every muscle and tendon aligning with perfect precision, and his fist shot forward to collide with the Azure Dragon Fist.
+
+The moment their fists connected, the world itself seemed to break.
+
+A deafening boom tore through the square as the force of their clash shook the heavens and the earth. The ground beneath them crumbled, exploding outward as the square was reduced to dust that could not withstand the magnitude of their power.
+
+One side of the battlefield became a sea of red lightning, surging violently and annihilating everything it touched. The other side shone with the azure brilliance of Victor’s dragon bloodline, devouring the world around it with scales of light. Red and azure fought for dominance, clashing in a dazzling spectacle that left the sky trembling.
+
+The energy storm raged violently until one figure was hurled backward, his body forced out of the blinding collision before the light began to fade. When the chaos settled and the haze cleared, all eyes turned to the one who had been pushed back.
+
+Victor stood several paces away, his chest rising and falling with ragged breaths. His right arm trembled uncontrollably, the scales along it cracked and faintly glowing. Yet despite the damage, his face broke into laughter. "Good," he said, his voice loud and unshaken. "You truly have the strength to lead us. I have no complaints." He laughed once more, his tone filled not with bitterness but with admiration, and turned back to rejoin Gareth.
+
+Max allowed himself a small smile as he watched Victor’s reaction. He appreciated the man’s openness. Victor was not like others who clung to pride and refused to accept defeat. He acknowledged strength when he saw it, and that made him someone worthy of respect.
+
+"Damn, sister, this Max is frighteningly strong. He forced Victor back in a contest of pure strength," Chris muttered, his voice carrying both shock and disbelief. As one of the proud twins of the White Tiger God Nation, he knew exactly how much power Victor’s Azure Dragon Fist carried, and yet Max had pushed him back.
+
+"He truly is strong," Christine replied softly. A gentle smile touched her lips as her eyes lingered on Max, admiration clear in her expression.
+
+Chris turned toward her with a look that was half-pleading and half-accusing. "Sister, don’t tell me you’ve fallen in love with this Max kid already?" His tone cracked like he was on the verge of tears.
+
+Christine’s cheeks flushed a delicate red, and she gave a small laugh that betrayed her embarrassment. "How did you know?" she asked, though her gaze never left Max. "Isn’t he incredible? So young, yet already so strong. How could I not be impressed by someone like him?"
+
+Chris let out a long sigh, his shoulders sagging. "But I heard Max is already Alice’s boyfriend. How could he possibly look at you in that situation?"
+
+Christine flicked her hair back and gave him a playful, scolding smile. "Chris, how can you be so foolish, even though you are my twin? Do you not understand? Geniuses like Max are never satisfied with a single woman. With his strength, his charm, and his future, there will always be more. And when that happens, I will make certain I am the first among them."
+
+Chris could only stare at her, his mouth opening but no words coming out. He had always known his sister carried a fondness for young and powerful geniuses, but she had never shown this kind of conviction. In the past, she admired many but dismissed them just as quickly because none matched her standards. Now, however, as she gazed at Max, Chris realized she had finally found someone who stirred her heart in a way the others never had.
+
+"He is very strong," Seraphina of the Phoenix God Nation said at that moment, her eyes fixed on Max as she nodded in acknowledgment. Her voice was calm, yet even she could not conceal the satisfaction she felt in seeing him prove himself. She had heard of Max through Alice’s stories, but listening to second-hand accounts was entirely different from witnessing his power firsthand. The clash with Victor had left no room for doubt. Max’s strength was real, and it carried the weight of a leader.
+
+Gareth, one of the Azure Dragon God Nation’s prodigies, narrowed his eyes as he studied Max carefully. He could clearly sense the faint resonance of dragon blood in Max’s body, though it was not identical to his own. It felt deeper, wilder, and more primal. That unsettled him, because the Azure Dragon line prided itself on purity.
+
+"His bloodline is different," Gareth thought grimly, his jaw tightening. "It is stronger than ours. If I cannot surpass him, then I will forever stand in his shadow."
+
+Beside him, Victor, still recovering from his clash, gave a small laugh under his breath as if amused at Gareth’s expression. He had tested Max and been pushed back, but he felt no resentment. Instead, there was relief. At least their leader truly had the strength to justify the position.
+
+Edric of the Black Tortoise God Nation stood with his arms folded, his face calm and unreadable. The bowl-cut hairstyle that Max had found laughable earlier did nothing to lessen the steady gravity of his aura. He watched Max in silence, his eyes as deep as the ocean. Inside, however, a ripple passed through his thoughts.
+
+"To stop Victor with a single blow, even while only standing at the Legend Rank. He is dangerous. If his strength continues to grow at this pace, none of us will be able to match him when the time comes." For Edric, it was not admiration that filled his heart, but a sharpened wariness.
+
+Daniel of the Black Lotus Guild lowered his head slightly, his eyes flickering with pride. Unlike the others, he already knew of Max’s true identity. To see his guild master display his power openly stirred something fierce within him.𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶
+
+"With Guild Master here, none of them can threaten us," Daniel thought with conviction. His respect for Max only deepened, for now the world itself could witness the strength he had already sworn loyalty to.
+
+Among the crowd, murmurs spread like wildfire. Some of the lesser geniuses who had dreamed of challenging Max felt their confidence crumble. They could barely withstand Victor’s aura when he had unleashed his Azure Dragon Fist. To think that Max had faced it head-on and sent Victor back was enough to silence the doubts of all but the most prideful.
+
+Christine, still gazing at Max with open admiration, leaned closer to her brother. "He has already taken the acknowledgment of Victor, and now even the others cannot look at him the same way," she whispered. "This is how a true leader should be."
+
+Chris sighed, unable to respond. Part of him wanted to argue, but even he could not deny what he had just seen.
+
+The square now felt heavier, the air charged with tension and awe. Every prodigy present knew that the Heavenly Lord Secret Domain was not a place where weakness could survive, and for the first time, they began to believe that with Max at their head, they might truly have a chance to contend against the monsters from other worlds.

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+title: "Chapter 1073: Meeting Adrian"
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+
+"Where are the geniuses from the overlord forces of the Middle Domain?" Max asked, his gaze fixed on Lyra as he thought of his eldest brother and the other prodigies who represented the strongest powers of the Middle Domain.
+
+During his brief clash with Victor, Max had released his Three Dimensional Body, spreading it across the entire arena. Yet, no matter how carefully he searched, he found no trace of the figures belonging to the most prominent geniuses from the Bright Buddha Palace, the Absolute Sword Palace, or the other forces that stood at the peak of the Middle Domain.
+
+"They will arrive at any moment," Lyra replied, her voice calm but certain.
+
+"Why are they taking so long?" Max pressed, his tone laced with curiosity.
+
+Lyra explained with a faint glance toward Alice. "They have already reached the Four God Nation. Right now, they should be undergoing a medicinal bath prepared by the elders of the Four God Nation. It is said that this bath can elevate both one’s combat power and innate talent to an entirely different level."
+
+Alice nodded in agreement, her expression steady. "That is true. However, the medicinal bath can only be taken once in a lifetime. If it is attempted again, it loses its effectiveness completely."
+
+Max acknowledged their words with a slight nod. He felt no desire to seek out such methods of improvement. His combat strength was already pushed to its very limits, and he doubted whether a medicinal bath would make any difference to him at all.
+
+With that, the geniuses settled into silence once more, their eyes drifting toward the horizon as they waited. It was said that the Heavenly Lord Secret Domain would open today, though the precise moment remained a mystery. No one, not even the elders of the Four God Nation, could say with certainty when the gates would appear.
+
+Hours slipped away in tense anticipation until, at last, the long-awaited geniuses from the overlord forces of the Middle Domain arrived at the square. Their presence immediately drew attention, their figures radiating an aura of superiority that set them apart from the rest.
+
+Max’s gaze swept over them, studying each face carefully. Most of them were strangers to him, their features carrying the pride and confidence of those born to stand at the peak of the younger generation. Yet among the unfamiliar stood one face he recognized instantly. It was Kevin.
+
+Kevin had once been a member of the Void Soul Tower. That force, along with the Thunder Monarch Hall, had been revealed as a demon-aligned organization and was eradicated overnight in a swift, merciless strike. However, not every member had shared in the corruption of their elders.
+
+The Four God Nation and the Hunter Association had intervened, conducting thorough investigations into the disciples and younger members. Those who were proven innocent, who had merely joined without knowledge of the dark affiliations of their leaders, were given a second chance.
+
+Kevin had been one of those spared. After the destruction of the Void Soul Tower and the deaths of its elders, he was taken under the custody of the Hunter Association. Following careful evaluation, he was permitted to join another force. His new allegiance lay with the Mountain Gods Valley, one of the great powers of the Middle Domain.
+
+"So he chose the Mountain Gods Valley," Max thought, his eyes lingering on Kevin. The sight stirred another concern within him, a question he had yet to answer. Had Kevin found a way to deal with the parasite in his body? Max himself had not.
+
+During the month he had spent in the Four God Nation, he had exhausted every method Blob had suggested. He had sought out each of the hidden training grounds reserved for the Four God Nation’s geniuses, hoping that one of them might contain a clue or a remedy. Yet nothing worked. The parasite remained lodged within him, stubborn and immovable, unaffected by any attempt to expel it.
+
+Even infernal energy, which warped nearly everything it touched, had proven useless against it. Lady Divine had attempted to help him as well, inscribing runes of purification with her own hands. Her efforts failed. In the end, she could only offer a faint hope. Somewhere within the Heavenly Lord Secret Domain, there might exist methods or treasures capable of countering the parasite.
+
+That possibility became one of Max’s deepest worries, a shadow he could not ignore. As he stood among the gathering geniuses, his calm expression masked the gnawing weight of that concern.
+
+"Lyra, you are here as well." A familiar voice rang out as Adrian, the eldest prince of the Great Ruler Empire, stepped forward. Behind him stretched a long line of geniuses, each one carrying the proud bearing of the empire, their presence marked by the authority of Adrian who led them at the forefront.
+
+"Eldest Brother, how did it go? Did you become stronger?" Lyra asked, her eyes bright with curiosity as she studied him.
+
+Adrian gave a small shrug, his expression thoughtful. "I cannot say for certain. I do not feel a great change, yet I believe I have grown stronger." His gaze then shifted to Max, and a faint smile touched his lips. "You must be the infamous Max. It is good to finally meet you," he said, extending his hand.
+
+"The pleasure is mine," Max replied, his tone steady as he took Adrian’s hand in a firm shake.
+
+Adrian’s smile faded, replaced by a solemn look. "I am aware of what the Great Ruler Empire did to you. You were treated as if you were no better than a prisoner, locked away despite your strength and loyalty. I spoke to my father, pleading with him not to take such measures, but in decisions of that scale my voice carried no weight."
+
+His expression hardened with resolve as he added, "I offer you my apology. Yet words alone may not be enough. If that is the case, then take this as my promise: I and the forces under my command will follow your every order without question. We will place ourselves entirely at your mercy."
+
+Lyra’s face darkened at Adrian’s words, the weight of shame pressing heavily upon her. Even she could not escape the sting of what had been done in the name of her empire.
+
+"Do not think too much about it," Max said calmly, his eyes steady. "What happened is in the past. It was not your fault, so you should not carry the burden of it."
+
+Adrian gave a slow nod, though the tension in his shoulders betrayed his lingering unease. He could only hope that Max bore no deep resentment toward the Great Ruler Empire.

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+title: "Chapter 108: Aftermath"
+slug: "ch-108"
+novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
+number: 108
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+wordCount: 1308
+createdAt: "2026-04-13"
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+
+Hubert sneered at him and everyone else. "I don’t know," he said, but the sarcastic smile on his face conveyed the opposite.
+
+The serious one pondered for a moment, then glanced at everyone. "We don’t know if more monsters might emerge from the crack in the void, so we should enclose this area in a dome for the time being, for better or worse."
+
+The other leaders nodded. It was the best they could do to counter any unforeseen situation.
+
+"Hehe, I’ll take my leave then," Hubert said with a smile. "I believe with our deal, I don’t need to worry about the other group."
+
+With those words, the members of the Monarch disappeared one by one.
+
+Many were unhappy with them, some even angry for causing such a catastrophe, but they remained silent. The Monarch was the strongest force in the Valora continent and the most feared.
+
+Ten years ago, there was no such force called Monarch. But in only ten years, a genius rose to prominence with the ambition of a dragon. He defied the rulers of the Central Region at the time, slaughtering them like pigs.
+
+In the end, he built his own organization, the Monarch, and within just ten years, his strength reached the peak of the Valora Continent. He declared himself the Young Monarch of the continent.
+
+Many feared his ways, but there were also those who worshipped him, hailing him as the greatest genius the continent had ever seen.
+
+---
+
+Beside the Rune Tower, everyone was waiting for someone to address the tense matter at hand.
+
+Both Max and Veylin seemed on edge—Veylin itching to make a move on Alice, while Max was on the verge of killing Jessica.
+
+This caused the tension between them to escalate to an extreme level.
+
+However, everyone sighed in relief when a round figure made his way toward them. It was the kind one from the mercenary trio.
+
+"Everyone dismissed," he said loudly, turning to Max. "Let her go. The situation has been handled already."
+
+Max glanced at him and withdrew the purple flames into the lantern.𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺
+
+The kind one then turned to Veylin. "Take your group and leave the East Region. Otherwise, the consequences will be far worse."
+
+Veylin gazed at him and nodded. "Don’t worry. I don’t plan to stay in this filthy region any longer."
+
+But before he could leave, he turned his gaze to Max. "Between you and me… This isn’t over. I will kill you soon."
+
+Max smiled in response, his expression turning sinister. "You can try, but you should also be prepared to be killed. As it turns out, I’m very keen on revenge." His voice carried an edge sharp enough to cut through the tense air between them.
+
+Veylin glanced at him coldly and sneered. "We’ll see." With those words, he signaled his team, and they flew off into the distance, disappearing from the scene.
+
+The kind one from the mercenary alliance glanced at everyone. "Go back to your guilds."
+
+Max glanced at him before turning to Alice and Anton and walking toward them.
+
+"How are they?" Max asked General Gale upon reaching them.
+
+General Gale responded, "They should be fine, but Alice seems very weak."
+
+Max frowned. He didn’t know what had happened to her to bring her to this state.
+
+"What happened to her?" he asked.
+
+General Gale shook his head. "I don’t know."
+
+"I know what happened to her." Erica arrived with Elena and Nash before them.
+
+Max turned to her, asking for an explanation.
+
+Erica glanced at Alice, her expression turning solemn. "When the group from Monarch attacked, we didn’t stand a chance. We became desperate, so she used the World Destruction Flame Lotus here. Even though it didn’t kill them, the explosion was enough to draw everyone from the city to this area."
+
+She sighed and added, "However, it seems she used something else at that time… It must have been the phoenix flames Veylin talked about. Because of that, she suffered immediate backlash after her attack."
+
+Max frowned, glancing at Alice, his expression filled with worry. He touched her forehead and frowned even harder. "She has a high fever? She’s burning up," he said, glancing at Erica.
+
+"Step aside, kids." Just then, a very solemn voice sounded as a lady appeared before them. She had long red hair, and her beauty was remarkable.
+
+"She seems to have used her phoenix flames…" she muttered, glancing at her daughter with concern before turning to Max. "Report to me once everything here is over." With those words, she carried Alice and Anton away and flew off.
+
+Max sighed, watching them leave. ’It’s finally over.’
+
+"Good job," Nash said, slapping him on the back.
+
+Max glanced at him and laughed. "You too… uh… what should I call you? Nash, Senior Nash? Adept Nash?" he asked suddenly.
+
+Nash laughed lightly. "Since I’m older than you… just call me Brother Nash."
+
+Max nodded and smiled. "Alright, Brother Nash. You also did a good job intercepting the green-haired duo."
+
+He turned to everyone around him and said, "It’s all thanks to everyone here that we managed to save Alice. I’m very grateful." He bowed to all the generals and others who helped Alice when he wasn’t there to protect her.
+
+"You don’t need to thank us, kid. We were just doing our job."
+
+"Yeah, we were just doing our tasks. You’re the one who saved the day."
+
+"You’re a true genius, kid. Not only did you save Alice, but you also stood your ground against Veylin."
+
+"You did a good job, kid."
+
+Max smiled, feeling a bit overwhelmed by the crowd, but he didn’t let it get to his head.
+
+"Max, a word here," the man in the mask from the Black Lotus guild called.
+
+Max glanced at them and walked over.
+
+"Who was it that wasted so much money on me?" he asked curiously.
+
+The man in the mask chuckled. "In our business, all our clients are confidential."
+
+"Such sad news," Max shrugged sadly.
+
+The man in the mask glanced at the lady beside him, his expression turning serious. "There are things I wish to say and ask, but I couldn’t do so."
+
+Max frowned, his eyes flashing. "Is it related to the matter of my black flames?"
+
+The man in the mask nodded. "I would like to invite you to my guild," he said, tossing a leaf burning in black flames. "If you ever decide to join our guild, this leaf will guide you to us."
+
+Max caught the leaf and turned to him, his expression solemn. "Why are you trusting me so much with this leaf? I could give it to my guild, and that might reveal your headquarters."
+
+The man in the mask grinned. "Only those who possess the Black Dragon Chaotic Bloodline will the leaf guide."
+
+Max’s eyes narrowed upon hearing the bloodline mention. ’It seems they have the same bloodline, or should I say, the skeleton from which I obtained the bloodline was part of the Black Lotus guild?’ he wondered.
+
+After pondering for a moment, Max put the leaf away and said, "I’m not sure if I’ll ever want to join the Black Lotus guild, but if I change my mind, I’ll come straight to your guild."
+
+The man in the mask nodded, glancing at the lady before turning to Max. "We should leave. Also, if you want to fully unlock the potential of the black flames and access the inheritance behind them, you’ll have to join our guild. There is no other way."
+
+With those words, he and the lady disappeared in a puff of black flames. At the same time, all the other members of the Black Lotus guild also disappeared with them.
+
+’Their way of going and coming is cool.’ Max mused, deciding to think about the inheritance matter later.

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+title: "Chapter 1074: Lost"
+slug: "ch-1080"
+novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
+number: 1080
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+
+Max, however, had already turned his eyes away, his face calm and unreadable. None could guess at the thoughts that stirred within him.
+
+During his month-long stay in the Four God Nation, he had wrestled with the question of purpose. At some point, he had lost the will to care for such matters. Why was he fighting with such desperation? For whom did he pour his strength into endless battles? What meaning did fighting for the human race hold for him? Was it worth enduring all this?
+
+His sister had been the only one he truly cared for, yet even she, despite knowing he was in the Middle Domain, had not come to see him. That absence weighed heavier than any battlefield. It left him questioning everything. If not for her, then for what reason was he standing here? For what purpose was he walking this path? For whose sake was he fighting?
+
+Even now he had no answers. He walked through his thoughts as if moving along a path swallowed by night, each step met only by the cold press of uncertainty. The ground under his feet felt indistinct and unreliable, and he could not tell whether his footfalls led him forward or deeper into a place from which there would be no return.
+
+The absence of a map or a sign made every choice heavier, and the weight pressed down on him until his shoulders ached.
+
+He had known purpose for so long that the emptiness felt foreign. Fighting had once given him direction, and hatred had once given him momentum. He had sworn to protect the human race and to wipe out demons, and he had sworn to kill Mark. Those vows had burned bright enough to push him through pain and fear.
+
+Now those fires had been reduced to embers that offered only a faint, unreliable glow. He asked himself what victory would buy him and whether any triumph could call his parents back or bring his sister to his side. No answer came.
+
+The world around him had shifted in ways he could not mend. The Valora Continent, the cause that had driven him to stand and fight, no longer existed in the same way, and the people he had wanted to protect had become shadows in his memory.
+
+He realized with a cold clarity that removing the monsters from the world would not stitch back the parts of his life that had been torn away. In the quiet that followed this realization, his obligations sounded hollow.
+
+The inability to fix what gnawed at his core made him feel smaller than he had ever felt on a battlefield. Strength meant nothing when it could not change the things he most wanted to mend.𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞
+
+He became isolated not because others abandoned him but because the compass in his chest broke. He stood among allies and titans and yet felt the distance between himself and everyone else widen until it became an ocean.
+
+Conversation grew thin and hollow, and laughter no longer reached him. He watched people pledge fealty and counsel strategy and realized he could no longer locate his place among them. Where he once moved like a blade through the crowd, he now lingered like a ghost at the edge of a feast.
+
+The emptiness was not merely loss of direction. It was a loss of self. He had measured himself by the battles he chose and the people he protected. Now those measures had vanished, and the reflection he saw in still water no longer matched the memory he carried. He did not recognize the man who remained, and the unfamiliarity frightened him more than any enemy ever had.
+
+He stood in the square and felt utterly, painfully alone. The Heavenly Lord Secret Domain might open or might not, and either outcome felt detached from his questions. He wanted answers and remedies and a reason to rise again, but none came.
+
+For the first time since he had begun the long, brutal search for his parents, Max felt lost in a way that was not simply physical. He felt lost inside himself.
+
+"For what am I doing all this for?" Max muttered unconsciously, his voice so soft it was almost swallowed by the wind.
+
+"What did you say?" Lyra and Alice asked at the same time, both turning sharply toward him, their eyes searching his face.
+
+"Nothing," Max replied after a brief pause. His tone was quiet, and without explaining further he walked away from them. His steps carried him to the edge of the square where the vastness of the world opened before his eyes.
+
+The Four God Nation did not rest within any of the thousand regions of the Middle Domain. It stood apart, perched upon a massive floating island that drifted like a throne above the clouds. Smaller islands surrounded it in every direction, forming a natural barrier that shimmered faintly with protective arrays.
+
+From the edge of the square, Max could see the endless clouds wandering aimlessly, parting and rejoining with no sense of destination, free from all burdens.
+
+A sudden laugh broke the stillness, loud and sharp as it rolled through the skies. "So the humans are also preparing for the Heavenly Lord Secret Domain."
+
+In the next instant, the space above the surrounding clouds tore apart, and countless demons emerged from the rift. The air grew heavy under the pressure of their auras, the sky darkening as if it could no longer carry the weight of their presence.
+
+Thousands of demons revealed themselves, their wings spread wide, their eyes burning with hunger and disdain. At their head was a towering figure, a level ten Divine Rank demon whose presence alone was enough to shake the heavens. It was one of those who had escaped from the ancient seal in the Bright Buddha Palace.
+
+The appearance of the demons drew immediate response. The human leaders who had remained hidden until now emerged one after another, streaking into the sky to confront them. The combined authority of the Middle Domain overlords and the rulers of the Four God Nation filled the air, forming a barrier of human will that clashed against the demonic aura.
+
+The demon leader sneered, his voice rumbling like thunder. "Do you humans think the Heavenly Lord Secret Domain belongs only to you? That treasure trove is not the inheritance of a single race. It is the legacy of the Heavenly Lords themselves, and we demons have just as much right to it as you do."
+
+A human elder from the Absolute Sword Palace stepped forward, his sword intent spilling out like an endless tide. His face was cold, his tone sharp. "The Heavenly Lord Secret Domain is meant for geniuses of the human race. The legacy does not belong to demons. You were sealed away for a reason, and now you dare to come forward as if you are equals?"
+
+The demon’s laughter boomed once more. "Sealed? We were never sealed by your strength. We were sealed by trickery, by desperate measures from your forefathers who feared the truth of our power. Now that the seals are broken, nothing will stop us from claiming what should be ours."
+
+Damien, the leader of the Black Tortoise God Nation raised his sword and sneered. "If you wish to enter the Heavenly Lord Secret Domain, then be prepared to fight for every step you take. The humans will not allow you to lay your hands on the inheritance so easily."
+
+The demon leader’s gaze swept over the gathered humans before settling on Max for a brief instant. His lips curled into a sinister smile. "Then let us see whose side fate favors. The secret domain will open soon, and when it does, blood will decide the rightful heirs."
+
+The air trembled as the two sides stared each other down, the space between them heavy with tension. Neither moved to strike, yet the atmosphere already carried the weight of a battle that could ignite at any moment.

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+title: "Chapter 1075: Balthazar"
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+Max’s eyes lingered on the gathered demons. He could not help but wonder if their true purpose in this war was really just a drop of blood. To ignite such a catastrophic conflict across worlds merely for a single drop sounded excessive, almost absurd, yet deep down he understood it could very well be the truth.
+
+"Aren’t there any geniuses of the human race who have stepped into the Divine Rank?" A mocking voice suddenly rang out from among the demonic host.
+
+The one who spoke stepped forward, his appearance deceptively youthful. His face bore the sharpness of a young man in his prime, yet Max knew at a glance that this was nothing but the mask of a creature far older. By mortal reckoning, this demon should have lived for thousands of years, perhaps even longer.
+
+Max’s pupils contracted as he recognized him. He recalled seeing this figure among the thousand demons released when the Bright Buddha Palace’s seal was torn apart.
+
+The elders of the Middle Domain and the leaders of the Four God Nation stiffened as their gazes fell on the demon. They knew the danger he represented. His aura alone told the story clearly. He stood at the fifth life-and-death cycle, a cultivator who had reached the fifth level of the Divine Rank.
+
+The demon smiled, his expression dripping with pride as he raised his voice for all to hear. "I am Balthazar, the strongest genius of the demon race. For more than a thousand years, I was bound in your human seal along with countless of my brethren. And now, finally, I am free." His chuckle echoed like the sound of chains breaking.
+
+He tilted his head, his smile widening into something cruel. "When I awoke, I thought to loosen my hands by killing a few of your human geniuses at the Divine Rank. It would have been a pleasant warm-up after so many centuries of confinement. Yet what do I find? Not a single human genius at that realm. Tsk, tsk. How pitiful. The human race is truly in decline."
+
+The words were not spoken loudly, but they carried across the square with the weight of poison. Every human genius felt the contempt in his tone, and even the elders clenched their fists.
+
+"If you seek a battle with the geniuses of the human race, then wait until they return from the Heavenly Lord Secret Domain," Alexander Draconis, leader of the Azure Dragon God Nation, responded coldly. His sneer showed his unwillingness to let Balthazar’s insult stand unchallenged.
+
+"Oh, I will wait," Balthazar answered, his own sneer sharper than steel. His eyes swept slowly across the gathered prodigies, lingering on Victor and the others before he gave a laugh that cut into their pride. "But I already know I will be disappointed. You humans can gather as many so-called geniuses as you wish, and yet none of you will satisfy me."
+
+Balthazar’s lips curled into a smile at first, but the moment his gaze landed on Max that smile faltered and a cold edge crept into his chest. He had expected roar and fury from the humans, not the unshakable calm he now faced.
+
+The silence in Max’s eyes carried neither arrogance nor fear, but something far more dangerous: a steady certainty that belonged to those who truly believed they would change the world. Balthazar’s mind raced as images snapped into place. ’This human is unnervingly calm; could he be the one who slew Zoltan and the twin demons?’ he thought, and the possibility made bile rise at the back of his throat.
+
+"You must be that Max who killed Zoltan," Balthazar said with a chuckle. "I have heard that you possess the greatest potential among your kind."
+
+Max regarded him without haste, his voice quiet and unflinching. "I am that Max, and my talent surpasses even the best of the demon race. The day I reach the threshold I seek will be the day you demons are wiped from this world. Until then you will live with the knowledge that that day is coming soon."
+
+Balthazar’s brow twitched at the threat, and his contempt sharpened into irritation. "You are arrogant," he snapped. "You should know your place."
+
+Max allowed a small smirk to cross his face, and that single expression was enough to stir a new, unfamiliar unease within Balthazar.
+
+The thought struck him like a blade: ’This human thinks like a Divine Rank genius, he has a mindset of the geniuses of the Divine Realm, and if he enters the Heavenly Lord Secret Domain and grows stronger....’
+
+The more he dwelt on that prospect, the hotter the panic burned inside him. He felt the logic of his race’s old brutality flare into action. ’He must not be given time to grow,’ Balthazar decided, and his resolve snapped into movement.
+
+In an instant his form dissolved into black smoke that billowed and reformed into a living spear of shadow. He lunged toward Max with the speed of a falling star, the air around him tearing as if reality itself resisted his motion. The intent behind the attack was not mere killing; it was a desperate attempt to sever potential before it could blossom.
+
+Max’s sneer deepened as the shadow shot forward, and he made no motion to defend himself. Before Balthazar could close the distance an urgent cry cut through the square and a figure of crimson light erupted into being between them.
+
+The phoenix manifested in a blaze of red brilliance, wings spread wide like oceans of flame, and it struck the shadow with a thunderous impact that scattered the darkness in every direction.
+
+The force of the phoenix’s blow sent Balthazar tumbling back through the air until he found purchase and forced his form to stabilize among shattered stone and whirling dust. He staggered to his feet, the smoke of his body coughing off like embers, and for a heartbeat his expression was not fury but a raw, sharpened fear.
+
+He had not expected anyone to intervene so swiftly, and he had not expected Max to stand so calmly while danger struck.
+
+Max’s voice rang out clear and cold across the ruined plaza. "Wait for your doom," he said, and there was no boast in his tone, only the certainty of prophecy. "It will not be long before I reach my desired strength and exterminate you and your kind."
+
+Balthazar steadied himself in the air, his black smoke form curling angrily around his body like writhing serpents. His eyes burned with humiliation and rage as they fixed once more on Max. That calm human had pierced his pride far deeper than the phoenix’s blow had pierced his flesh. The unease in his chest now hardened into killing intent.

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+title: "Chapter 1076: Into the Heavenly Lord Secret Domain"
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+Turning away from Max, Balthazar rose higher above the battlefield, his voice swelling with demonic energy until it echoed across the sky like thunder rolling through a storm.
+
+"Hear me, all of you," he roared, his command directed at the thousands of demons now gathered, their wings blotting out the light, their bodies exuding hunger after millennia of imprisonment. "The Heavenly Lord Secret Domain will soon open, and within it the geniuses of the human race will gather. If any of you encounter them inside, you are to strike without hesitation. Kill Max. Kill every human genius that dares to step before you."
+
+A chorus of snarls and howls answered him. The sky shook with the voices of demons who had been shackled for over ten thousand years, their hatred boiling over as his words fanned their fury into an inferno.
+
+"They sealed us away!" one demon shrieked, its eyes glowing scarlet. "We will tear their flesh apart!"
+
+"Let their prodigies choke on despair," another bellowed, its claws slicing the air.
+
+"Their blood will paint the domain red!" shouted a third, wings beating with enough force to split the air.
+
+Balthazar smiled coldly, his voice cutting through their cries once more. "Do not forget. Max is the one whose potential threatens us most. He must not be allowed to live long enough. Wherever you see him, surround him. Crush him. Break every bone in his body until he ceases to exist."
+
+The demons shrieked in agreement, their voices rising together in a dreadful harmony that seemed to shake even the heavens. Their laughter, vicious and unrestrained, rolled across the square as if to declare the fate of the humans already sealed.
+
+Max stood calmly amid the storm of hatred, his eyes steady. He did not flinch at their words, nor did he let their bloodlust disturb his composure.
+
+The moment the words between humans and demons faded into silence, the heavens themselves began to stir. A sudden gust swept across the floating islands, carrying with it a chill that made even the strongest of cultivators narrow their eyes.
+
+The calm blue expanse of the sky darkened, and the clouds that had drifted lazily moments before were now dragged into a violent swirl. The wind howled as though announcing the arrival of something ancient and unstoppable, and the atmosphere grew tense with an energy that seemed to vibrate within every bone.
+
+Then, high above the square, the fabric of the sky trembled. At first it was only a faint distortion, as if a ripple had passed across a still pond. Slowly, a pinprick of darkness appeared in the center of that ripple, a tiny hole that pulsed like the eye of a storm. All gazes were drawn to it, both human and demon, their voices falling away as the hole began to widen.
+
+The small tear expanded steadily, stretching with a sound like grinding stone, until it became a yawning rift. Around its edges, the very air fractured. Thin cracks of distorted space shot outward, spreading like jagged veins across the sky. The cracks groaned and shifted, bending the light and making the heavens themselves appear fragile.
+
+The hole swelled larger with every heartbeat, no longer a mere tear but a gateway. Its shape rounded, forming the unmistakable outline of a massive portal. It glowed with a pale radiance, light spilling down upon the floating islands like rays from another world. The longer it expanded, the more oppressive the atmosphere became, as if the portal’s presence was pressing down upon all who stood beneath it.
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+When it finally stabilized, the gateway loomed above them in its entirety. It was vast, stretching across the heavens, its surface swirling with shifting patterns of silver and black. From within, an indescribable aura poured forth, heavy with the weight of ancient laws and filled with the promise of treasures, legacies, and dangers.
+
+The surrounding cracks of space continued to pulse outward, spreading far across the skies until the entire floating domain seemed to be enclosed within a web of distorted reality.
+
+A hush fell upon the square. Humans and demons alike stood silent, their eyes locked on the portal that now hung at the crown of the sky. The Heavenly Lord Secret Domain had opened, and its gateway stood revealed for all to see.
+
+The instant the vast gateway stabilized in the heavens, silence blanketed the floating islands. For a moment, even the howling winds seemed to bow before the majesty of the Heavenly Lord Secret Domain. Then, as the portal’s pale radiance spilled across the land, reactions erupted like ripples in a storm.
+
+Among the humans, eyes widened with awe and excitement. Many of the younger geniuses felt their blood boil, their fists tightening as anticipation surged through them. This was the moment they had trained their entire lives for, the chance to prove themselves worthy of the Heavenly Lord’s legacy.
+
+Whispers of reverence broke out in hushed tones, calling the sight miraculous and unparalleled. Elders of the Middle Domain forces and the Four God Nation exchanged solemn glances, their expressions grave. They understood that within that shimmering gateway lay both boundless opportunity and unimaginable peril. Their voices carried quiet warnings, urging caution even as they knew their geniuses’ eagerness could not be contained.
+
+Aden’s voice rang out across the square, steady and commanding, and every face turned toward him. "Everyone, enter the Heavenly Lord Secret Domain," he ordered, his words carrying the weight of the realm. "The fate of this world depends on your arrival, so go."
+
+At his command the humans moved as one. One after another the group of geniuses streamed into the portal, and the fourteen chosen leaders guided their followers through the glowing threshold in orderly succession. The light from the gateway washed over the flying islands and left long, trembling shadows on the stone.
+
+Max looked at the scene with a tightness in his chest and turned to Alice. "I must go as well," he said, his voice low and solemn. "Alice, do not join the war for now and wait for my return from the Heavenly Lord Secret Domain. When I come back I will lead you to slaughter every demon and null that stands in our way."
+
+As he said those words, he could feel the calling from the token that Hermes had given him long ago. The token of the Heavenly Lord Secret Domain.
+
+Alice’s fingers clenched briefly at his words and her face betrayed the worry she felt, but she gave a slow nod of assent. Max reached out and patted her head with a touch that was both gentle and firm, a single human gesture that carried more promise than any oath.
+
+He drew himself up, gathered his aura until it hummed like a coiled spring, and launched into the sky. For a breath he hovered beneath the portal, the domain’s radiance painting his features in pale gold, and then he plunged through the gateway into the unknown.
+
+On the other side, the demons reacted with a different fervor. Their ranks erupted with harsh laughter and guttural roars that shook the skies. To them, the gateway was not only a promise of opportunity but also a battlefield where they could slaughter their enemies and claim supremacy.
+
+Their younger prodigies licked their lips, eyes glowing with hunger and violence. Wings beat furiously against the distorted air as they howled their excitement, eager to plunge into the domain and prove their bloodline’s dominance.
+
+The demon leader, the level ten Divine Rank, raised his head and laughed thunderously. His voice echoed across the skies, thick with disdain. "The Heavenly Lord has opened his domain to all. Let this be the ground where humans learn the futility of hope." His words sent shivers through the demon ranks, their bloodlust igniting like wildfire.
+
+With that, the geniuses from the demon race too entered the portal disappearing from the world.

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+title: "Chapter 1077: Golden Crown"
+slug: "ch-1083"
+novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
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+Max and the other geniuses from Acaris landed with a sudden heaviness on a cold, white platform that stretched beneath their feet like polished stone. The surface gleamed faintly in the dim light, and the chill that rose from it bit into their boots, making the air itself feel sharper.
+
+Max lifted his gaze and scanned his surroundings. To his astonishment, countless other platforms floated in the vast expanse, suspended in the void like islands adrift on an endless sea. Atop each platform stood figures, their silhouettes distinct even at a distance. The air was silent, yet the weight of their presence pressed down like invisible chains.
+
+"Are they geniuses from the other worlds?" Max muttered, his voice low but clear enough for those nearby to hear.
+
+"They are indeed geniuses from other worlds," Victor replied as he walked to stand beside him. His expression was solemn, and his eyes gleamed with the weight of the knowledge he carried. "I have heard that the Heavenly Lord Secret Domain connects to ten worlds in total, ours included. Every world has sent its finest talents here."
+
+Max nodded slightly, his eyes moving from platform to platform. The scale of it all was overwhelming. Yet one detail seized his attention above all others. Every figure standing on the platforms radiated immense strength. Whether their posture was calm or arrogant, the truth of their power was unmistakable. Each and every one of them had reached the peak of the Mythic Rank.
+
+Only he stood apart.
+
+Before the thought could settle, a startled voice rang out. It came from the platform adjacent to theirs, loud enough to echo across the entire void. "Huh? Am I seeing this correctly? How can someone at the sixth level of the Legend Rank be here?" The tone was incredulous, laced with disdain.
+
+The words cut through the silence, and in that instant every head turned. Despite the vast distance separating the platforms, the senses of those at the Mythic Rank were sharp beyond compare. They could see across leagues as though the space between was nothing but mist, and they could hear the faintest whisper as if it were spoken at their side.
+
+The scrutiny fell like a storm upon Max and the group from Acaris. Faces twisted with disbelief, voices rose in astonishment, and murmurs surged across the void like crashing waves. In the blink of an eye, order dissolved into chaos.
+
+The arrival of a single genius below Mythic Rank had shattered the balance, and now every platform was alive with commotion, their collective focus drawn to the lone anomaly among them.
+
+"What the hell? It really is someone at the sixth level of the Legend Rank," a voice cried out from one of the distant platforms, sharp with disbelief. "What kind of world would send such trash into the Heavenly Lord Secret Domain?"
+
+Another voice quickly followed, this one carrying the tone of certainty. "If I am not mistaken, the platform to our left belongs to a world called Acaris. I have heard that in the past ten thousand years not a single genius from that world has managed to ascend to the Divine Realm."
+
+Murmurs rippled outward, growing sharper with every passing second. "That backward planet? There are hundreds of mortal worlds in the Thousand Vines Sector, and yet they chose to include one where no cultivator has broken past the Divine threshold. To waste such a fortune on them is disgraceful."
+
+"Indeed," another sneered. "I did not think the Heavenly Lord’s legacy would sink so low as to allow someone at the sixth level of the Legend Rank to step foot here."
+
+Their voices blended into a chorus of mockery, each genius from the other worlds speaking with contempt. Derision colored their words, and the laughter that followed rang across the void like the clashing of steel.
+
+Yet if one looked closely at the figures standing on the platform of Acaris, there was no trace of humiliation. Instead, subtle smiles played across their lips, smiles edged with irony and hidden amusement.
+
+They all knew the truth that the outsiders could not see. Max was not someone to be measured by the rank of his cultivation. His strength and ruthlessness had long surpassed such boundaries.
+
+Victor stepped closer, his tone light but his eyes gleaming with understanding. "They seem to be underestimating you quite a lot," he said, his voice carrying the faint edge of a tease.
+
+Max’s expression remained calm as he lifted his gaze toward the sneering figures on the surrounding platforms. His shoulders relaxed, and his reply came with a shrug that carried neither anger nor interest. "Good for them, I suppose."
+
+Just then Max’s body began to radiate with a soft golden light. It spread slowly at first, as if drawn from deep within his core, and then swelled brighter until his entire figure seemed to glow with an otherworldly brilliance.
+
+Before he could even process what was happening, a small golden crown materialized above his head. It floated just above him, shining so brightly that even the distant platforms could see its dazzling glow.
+
+"What is this?" Max muttered to himself, his voice filled with curiosity. He reached up and touched the crown lightly, half-expecting it to resist his touch or lash out with hidden malice.
+
+Yet he felt nothing hostile within it. Instead, a wave of calmness washed over him, soothing his spirit and steadying his thoughts as though the crown itself was a source of serenity.
+
+The sight left those around him utterly stunned. Victor, Adrian, Seraphina, Edric, the twins Chris and Christine, and even Gareth stared with wide eyes, their expressions frozen in disbelief. Their mouths hung open as if words refused to form. The brilliance of the crown was undeniable, and its significance was something none of them could ignore.
+
+"This is incredible," Victor exclaimed, his voice breaking the silence. Then he laughed aloud, the sound rich with triumph. "Good. At last, our world has finally produced a genius who has called forth the golden crown. This will increase our chances within the Heavenly Lord Secret Domain. The opportunities waiting for us have just grown, though so have the dangers." His face lit with pride as he watched Max, his tone carrying both excitement and caution.

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+title: "Chapter 1078: Importance of Golden Crown"
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+Christine’s face flushed as her eyes sparkled like starlight. She clasped her hands together, unable to contain her joy. "I knew it! I knew it!" she cried, her laughter ringing like silver bells. "He is the one I have fallen for without a doubt. The golden crown proves it."
+
+Chris, standing beside her, was left speechless. His eyes remained fixed on Max, and though shock clouded his features, not a single word escaped his lips.
+
+"How could this be possible?" Gareth muttered bitterly. His voice trembled as he struggled against the disbelief that gnawed at him. His fists clenched tightly, nails digging into his palms. He wanted to reject what his eyes were showing him, yet the golden glow left no room for denial.
+
+Edric felt his chest tighten, his pride burning like a wound. He clenched his fists until they shook, his knuckles white. The inferiority he felt in that moment was undeniable. Compared to Max, his strength seemed hollow, and the crown’s presence drove that truth deeper into his bones.
+
+Max, however, remained calm. He lifted his eyes and looked across the void, observing the other platforms. To his surprise, he saw that similar crowns had appeared above the heads of one chosen genius from each of the nine other worlds. They all glowed with the same bright golden light, illuminating the vast space.
+
+The realization settled heavily on him. He was not alone in being chosen. The crowns were marks of something greater, symbols that tied together ten worlds within the Heavenly Lord Secret Domain.
+
+Just then a holographic figure shimmered into existence before all the gathered geniuses. The light solidified into the image of a man, tall and composed, dressed in a classic black suit with a crisp white shirt beneath. His presence was calm yet commanding, and even though he was but a projection, the air seemed to grow heavier with his arrival.
+
+"Everyone knows the importance of the crown," the figure began, his voice steady and resonant, carrying easily across every platform. "But I will still say it again. The golden crown appears only upon the heads of the geniuses whose talent and strength surpass all others from their world. It is a mark that cannot be faked, and the benefits of this crown are without limit."
+
+His eyes swept across the gathered figures as he continued. "Within the Heavenly Lord Secret Domain there exist countless trials and opportunities, each one unique, each one designed to test every fiber of your being. The ones who bear the golden crown will find themselves favored by these trials, as if the domain itself acknowledges them. This is the chance of a lifetime for the chosen, a path that will decide whether you rise beyond your peers or vanish into obscurity."
+
+The figure straightened slightly, his tone carrying a new weight. "You who wear the golden crown are already half accepted as disciples of us seven old men. Your trials within this domain will determine if you are worthy to truly become disciples of one of us. Your every step from here on is both a test and an opportunity."
+
+When he finished, his image flickered once more. "Now, go through the portal before you. It will carry you into the depths of the secret domain. Your journey begins there." With those final words, the holographic figure dissolved into fading motes of light, leaving only silence in his wake.
+
+The silence that followed was heavy and absolute. Every gaze turned toward Max, and this time there were no sneers or mocking smiles. No one dared to scoff at the golden crown above his head. The crown’s radiance had silenced all doubts.
+
+Every genius present knew the truth. The crown had never been wrong. In the long history of the Heavenly Lord Secret Domain, no genius chosen by it had ever turned out to be a weakling. Every bearer of the crown had proven themselves to be at the peak of their generation, unmatched in their world.
+
+The understanding settled into the hearts of all who looked at Max: if the crown had chosen him, then his strength and talent were beyond question.
+
+Max could feel the tension in the air, the weight of countless gazes pressing down on him, but he paid it no mind. Instead, he turned to face the portal shimmering before them and then shifted his eyes back to the group of geniuses from his world. His expression was solemn, his tone steady and commanding.
+
+"I trust all of you carry the contact runes Lady Divine gave you," he began. "Use them. Remember, the Heavenly Lord Secret Domain is a place overflowing with opportunities, but every opportunity is paired with danger of equal measure. Do not forget that. Some of you may even face death in the pursuit of these trials, and so I will say this only once. If you are not confident about something, do not attempt it. Look elsewhere for other opportunities. Our home world is at war, and we cannot afford to lose lives recklessly here."
+
+He paused, letting the words settle over them before continuing. "As for the geniuses from the other worlds, conflict with them is inevitable. If you encounter them and find yourself in danger, use the contact runes without hesitation. The runes are designed to alert the nearest ally around you, so help will come. Do not waste time thinking you are alone when you are not."
+
+His eyes swept across the group, his gaze hard but not unkind. "This is all I can tell you. Anything more would not change what lies ahead. Enter the secret domain and seek the opportunities that suit you best. One last thing—when you pass through the portal, there is a chance you will be separated. If that happens, use the contact runes to regroup. Move in small groups. It will increase both your chances of survival and your chances of gaining what the domain has to offer."
+
+He drew a deep breath, his voice rising so that it reached all of them with finality. "Now, go and enter."
+
+The geniuses nodded solemnly, their faces set with determination. One by one, they stepped into the glowing portal, their figures vanishing as the light swallowed them.
+
+Christine lingered for a moment, her cheeks flushed as she smiled shyly. "All the best, Max," she said softly, almost flustered, before hurrying into the portal.
+
+Max gave her a small smile in return, though he did not dwell on it.
+
+Chris followed soon after, but not without a sharp glare in Max’s direction. He entered the portal without another word.
+
+The other top geniuses trailed in, their movements filled with the gravity of what awaited them on the other side. Soon the last of them had stepped through, leaving only Max behind. He cast one final look at the empty platform, his expression unreadable, before he, too, soared into the portal and disappeared into its light.
+
+In the next moment, the platform stood silent and empty, awaiting the trials of the next generation that would one day stand upon it.

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+title: "Chapter 1079: Centipedes"
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+Max stood alone in the midst of the deep violet wasteland. The land stretched endlessly around him, barren and lifeless, with nothing but brittle, dried trees clawing at the horizon and scattered bones lying half-buried in the dust. The air itself carried a faint metallic tang, as though the land had once been drenched in blood and never recovered.
+
+"There is nothing here," he muttered, his voice quiet as his eyes swept across every direction. Even with the perception granted by his Three Dimensional Body, his senses revealed nothing but desolation. No life stirred, no structures broke the monotony, only the oppressive silence of a land long forgotten.
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+After a moment’s thought, Max began to walk, choosing a direction at random. The sound of his steps echoed faintly against the hardened soil, each one a dull thud in the empty world. He kept moving, time slipping away without notice, until hours had passed in unbroken silence.
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+Then, without warning, his body stiffened. His stride faltered, and a deep frown spread across his face. A strange heaviness had begun to settle on him.
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+"The weight on me is increasing the further I go," Max thought grimly. He tested another step, and the sensation grew clearer. "Something is affecting this land. It could be gravity, or it might be pressure bearing down on me." He could not be certain of the cause, but the effect was undeniable. With each pace, the energy required to move forward grew heavier, as though the air itself was conspiring to drag him down into the violet earth.
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+Still, he pressed on, his mind sharpening with the awareness that something lay ahead.
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+Whoosh!
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+The ground quivered with sudden force, and Max’s eyes snapped forward. From the distance, an enormous shape burst into view. A centipede, so massive its body rivaled the size of a skyscraper, tore its way across the wasteland.
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+Max stood still, his eyes narrowing as the ground ahead of him shook with each thunderous movement. The enormous centipede tore through the dried earth, its body surging in and out of the ground like a serpent of steel.
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+Segments of its thick, chitinous armor glistened under the dim light, each plate ridged and black, sharper than stone and harder than metal. Its countless legs stabbed into the soil with terrifying rhythm, leaving the ground fractured and trembling in its wake.
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+"A centipede?" Max muttered, his voice calm despite the looming threat. He drew his sword, its blade glimmering faintly as the energy of the Severing Sword Concept rose from it. Threads of sharp intent coiled around the edge, humming with lethal precision. The light of the third level of comprehension danced across the steel, ready to slice through anything that stood in his path.
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+As the creature lunged, its massive mandibles opening with a screech that echoed across the wasteland, Max stepped forward and slashed. His strike carried the weight of his concept, the sword aura extending outward in a brilliant arc of destructive light. The slash cut through the air like a judgment, aimed straight at the centipede’s head.
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+The sound of impact rang out, loud and harsh. Sparks erupted where the blade met the creature’s armored hide. To Max’s surprise, the slash did not pierce through as cleanly as he had expected. Instead, the blade was deflected, the energy of his strike scattering across the surface of the centipede’s body. The thick armor plates absorbed the force, leaving only a shallow scratch across the blackened skin.
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+Max’s eyes narrowed further. "My attacks are useless?"
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+The massive centipede lunged toward him again, its armored body shuddering with every motion. Max swung his sword in response, his blade coated with the power of the third level of the Concept of Severing Sword.
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+The arc of energy lashed out, bright and sharp, cutting across the beast’s chitinous body. Sparks burst upon impact, but once again the strike was deflected by the thick plates of its natural armor. The attack left no mark, the defense far too durable to be broken so easily.
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+"The exoskeleton of this centipede are too strong!" Max muttered in shock as he retreated back flashing with blue lightning from time to time.
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+But then....
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+The earth groaned beneath his feet. Cracks splintered across the wasteland, and suddenly the ground erupted in multiple places. One after another, colossal centipedes surged upward, their grotesque bodies splitting through the hardened soil as they swarmed the area.
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+They came from every direction, countless in number, their screeches echoing in the desolate expanse. The air vibrated with the weight of their collective movements, and the wasteland became a writhing battlefield of armored monstrosities.
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+Max braced himself as the swarm closed in. He struck again and again, his sword flashing with the Severing Sword Concept, each slash aimed with precision. Yet the results remained the same. The centipedes’ thick skin turned aside his attacks with ease. His strikes left shallow streaks of light across their shells, but the armor held firm, mocking the sharpness of his blade.
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+Suddenly, the ground beneath him shuddered violently, and a centipede burst out from directly below, its mandibles wide open to devour him whole. Max’s Three Dimensional Body flared into action, his senses piercing through the ground to reveal the attack an instant before it struck.
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+He pivoted, raising his sword, and this time unleashed not just the raw concept but the second form of his Sky Shattering Sword Art—Heaven Severing Sword.
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+The slash tore through the air with far greater force than his earlier strikes, the intent of severing condensed into a razor edge. His blade struck the centipede’s armored body with explosive power.
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+The impact rang out like thunder, and for the first time, his sword carved a shallow wound into the beast. A spray of green blood burst forth, dripping onto the violet earth, its foul stench burning the air. Yet even then, the wound was only a scratch. The creature recoiled, screeching in pain, but it did not fall.
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+The other centipedes shrieked in response, their monstrous bodies surging toward him in relentless waves. Mandibles snapped like blades, legs stabbed like spears, and armored tails swung with crushing force.
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+Max’s figure moved like a shadow among them with his blue lightning flashing around his body, his sword slashing out in desperate counters, each blow aimed to deflect or push back their assaults. He twisted and spun, narrowly avoiding their strikes, his body weaving through the chaos with practiced precision. Every dodge was razor-thin, every counterattack born of instinct honed by countless battles.
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+Still, no matter how many times he struck, their thick hides refused to yield beyond shallow cuts and dripping streaks of green blood.
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+The wasteland shook as the swarm pressed harder, their screeches echoing in his ears. Max felt the weight of their numbers pressing down on him like an endless tide. He could not kill them, not with his current strength. The realization hit him as sharply as any blade.