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title: "Chapter 265: History of Nulls"
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slug: "ch-265"
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novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
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number: 265
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views: 0
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likes: 0
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wordCount: 1029
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createdAt: "2026-04-13"
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It wasn't just about swinging a sword a certain way or adding flashy movements—it required deep comprehension of the Sword Laws, precision in energy control, and most importantly, a sword technique had to be something that naturally fit one's fighting style.
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He frowned slightly.
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"This is more complicated than I expected."
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But he wasn't discouraged.
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"I'll just figure something out during my training."
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He wasn't the type to overthink before taking action. Testing things directly was the best way to learn.
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Just as he was about to continue reading—
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Beep!
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A soft notification echoed from his holowatch.
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Glancing at the screen, he saw a message from Callie.
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[Callie: We're outside.]
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Max's eyebrow lifted slightly.
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"They're here."
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Without wasting another second, he stood up, closing the book.
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Leaving the training chamber, he walked toward the entrance of his quarters.
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As he opened the door, he was met with the three figures waiting outside.
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The Old Saintess stood in the middle, her usual wise and unreadable expression present.
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To her right, Klaus had his arms crossed, his eyes filled with intrigue as he looked at Max.
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And Callie, standing slightly behind them, was as calm and composed as ever.
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Max gave them a slight nod.
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"Come in."
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***
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Inside Max's living room, the Old Saintess and Klaus sat on the long couch, while Callie and Max each took a single-person seat across from them.
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Max leaned forward slightly, his gaze sharp with anticipation.
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"So, do you have anything related to dragons? Anything at all?" he asked, his voice carrying a rare hint of eagerness.
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Klaus chuckled, leaning back with a knowing smile. "Our guild does possess a few dragon-related items."
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He exchanged a glance with the Old Saintess, who simply nodded in confirmation.
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"Most of them aren't usable and have been sitting in our guild storage for years," Klaus continued.
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Max's eyes lit up slightly at the confirmation, but before he could say anything, Klaus tilted his head, curiosity evident in his expression.
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"But I have to ask—why do you need dragon-related materials?"
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His tone wasn't suspicious or wary.
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Max felt it—through the deepened bloodline connection, he could sense that Klaus's curiosity was genuine.
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There were no hidden motives, no scheming—just pure interest.
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Max took a brief pause before answering.
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"It can increase my strength," he said simply.
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He didn't elaborate, but he also didn't lie.
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Since he was asking them for something, he needed to at least be partially honest.
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Klaus raised an eyebrow at the vague answer but didn't push further.
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Instead, he smiled.
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"Hah. Well, I can't say I understand, but if it makes you stronger, then I don't see any reason not to hand them over," Klaus said with a grin.
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Max could feel the Old Saintess's gaze on him. She had remained silent, simply observing, but now she spoke.
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"How much do you need?" she asked.
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Max's lips curled into a small smirk.
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"As much as you're willing to give me."
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Klaus nodded, then with a casual shake of his hand, he dropped a pile of dragon-related items onto the table before them.
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Bones. Scales. Horns. Other mysterious dragon remnants.
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Among them, Max also spotted a few Chaos Stones, mixed into the pile.
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His eyes gleamed, and a silly grin spread across his face.
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Without hesitation, he swept them all up, storing them away in an instant.
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At the same time, Callie calmly placed a storage pouch on the table.
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"It contains all the materials you requested," she said simply.
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Max glanced at her, then at the pouch, his grin widening.
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With a quick motion, he collected it as well.
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'It's so good to have someone else handle the small things while I just focus on training.'
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The thought made him smile to himself, feeling almost spoiled.
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He could get used to this.
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But—
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Max's excitement over his new resources was short-lived as the Old Saintess suddenly spoke, her tone shifting into something heavy.
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"Max, you should know about something."
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Her words carried weight, a certain gravity that made Max's expression turn serious.
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"What?" Max asked lightly, though he could already tell that whatever she was about to say wasn't trivial.
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The Old Saintess met his gaze, her eyes sharp, almost like a warning.
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"Ascendants."
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Max's entire demeanor shifted.
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His expression turned solemn.
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The moment she said that word, he knew this conversation was about something far beyond ordinary matters.
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The Old Saintess continued, her voice steady yet grim.
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"If there's any power in this world that truly understands the Ascendants… it's us."
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Max remained silent, listening carefully.
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"Before the war ten thousand years ago, there was no trace of the Ascendants. No trace of the Nulls either."
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Max's brows furrowed slightly.
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"The Nulls simply appeared one day. Suddenly. Without warning. Everywhere.
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Lower Domain. Middle Domain. Even the Four God Nations."
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Her voice grew colder, darker.
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"Nobody was spared. Nobody understood why the Nulls suddenly invaded. Why they declared war against the people of Acaris. Nobody even knew that such a race as the Nulls existed in the first place."
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Max's mind raced.
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A hidden race that had remained undetected for countless ages—only to suddenly emerge and wage a world-ending war?
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Something felt wrong about this.
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The Old Saintess's eyes darkened, her face grim.
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"But the war…" She took a breath, her voice heavy.
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"It raged like wildfire, refusing to stop."
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"All of humanity—every race—was on the brink of extinction."
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"We were annihilated."
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"Defeated thoroughly by the Nulls."
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A chill ran down Max's spine.
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The way she spoke…
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The weight in her tone…
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It wasn't just history to her.
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It was something deeply personal.
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Max's gripped his fists tightly when he heard it.
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The Old Saintess continued, her voice carrying the weight of history.
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"However, when all hope was lost… when everyone thought they had lost… when they thought they were going to die… when I thought I was going to die—"
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She paused, her eyes dark with memories.
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"They suddenly disappeared."
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Max's eyes widened slightly.
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"What? They just left? Just like that?"
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It didn't make sense.
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They waged war—slaughtered hundreds of billions—pushed the world to the brink of extinction…
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And then, without warning, they vanished? |