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title: "Chapter 342: Pity"
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slug: "ch-342"
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novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
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number: 342
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views: 0
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likes: 0
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wordCount: 1037
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createdAt: "2026-04-13"
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---
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Black flames erupted from Max's hands.
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The fire didn't roar.
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It whispered.
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And yet, in that whisper, it devoured Veylin whole.
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The moment the flames touched his body, Veylin screamed.
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"AGGHHHHHH!"
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His voice ripped through the fog-choked air like a blade.
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A raw, soul-wrenching, flesh-peeling scream that pierced straight into the bones of everyone present.
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It was the kind of sound that shattered stillness.
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The kind of scream that made even the cruelest hesitate.
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"NO!"
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Azula's scream followed. But hers wasn't rage.
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It was grief.
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Pure, furious, and maddening.
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She surged forward like a storm, her eyes bloodshot, flames bursting from her fists, her aura boiling with chaos.
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She was ready to kill Max.
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To rip him apart, cell by cell.
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But then—another figure stepped into her path.
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King Magnar.
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His expression was stone-cold, eyes grim.
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"I can't let you get through," King Magnar said, his voice low and grim.
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His eyes stayed locked on Azula's, but his thoughts were elsewhere.
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'He killed him. Right in front of everyone.'𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞
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The image of Veylin's body turning to flames still lingered behind his eyes.
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'This kid… he's not just dangerous. He's a menace.'
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Azula, trembling with fury, stared at him with wild, bloodshot eyes.
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"MAGNAR, GET AWAY!"
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She didn't wait for an answer.
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With a roar of rage, her hands ignited, bursting into blazing yellow flames. She lunged forward, both fists smashing toward Magnar with enough force to level a city wall.
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But Magnar didn't flinch.
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He simply raised his hand, and in that instant, a brilliant blue shield shimmered into existence before him.
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Smooth. Radiant. Absolute.
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Her fists struck the barrier with the force of a comet.
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BOOM!
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The explosion of power shook the ground beneath them. A concussive shockwave rippled through the air, kicking up dust and fog, forcing every leader and genius nearby to stagger back a step or two.
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Some fell to their knees. Others gasped from the impact.
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But the shield held.
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And so did Magnar.
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Azula stepped back, breathing hard, her hands still aflame—her expression a storm of rage and grief.
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But as the dust began to settle, it wasn't her people were looking at.
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It wasn't even Max anymore.
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It was the sky.
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It was the air.
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The energy in the zone… had shifted.
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A deep, low vibration started in the ground beneath their feet. Almost imperceptible at first.
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And then came the silence—a heavy, choking quiet.
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Even the wind died.
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And that's when the dread set in.
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Infernal energy.
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Thick. Oppressive. Rising fast like a flood tide.
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Something had changed.
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Max's black flames, Azula's explosion of power—together, they had shaken the fragile equilibrium of the Mourning Depths.
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But at this moment something else happened too.
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Something—
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That everyone feared at this moment.
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No.
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It was what came next.
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The shift. The change. The silence.
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Because in the heart of that deathly stillness—
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Veylin's scream stopped.
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And then—
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Nothing.
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Where his body had once been, there was only ash.
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Max's black flames hadn't burned him.
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They had unmade him.
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There was no corpse. No trace.
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Just dust, floating away in the fog.
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Silence.
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Then—
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Cold breath. Everywhere.
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The gathered leaders and geniuses exhaled together, sharp and involuntary.
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Because now they understood.
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This wasn't a genius.
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This wasn't a prodigy.
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This was something else entirely.
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A force.
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A weapon.
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A storm wearing a human face.
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They had plotted against a boy, thinking they could cage him.
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But standing before them… was a devil.
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And he had just proven that he didn't need mercy.
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Because he would never ask for it.
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And he sure as hell wouldn't give it.
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"You... you killed Veylin..."
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Azula's voice was low, trembling—not with fear, but with fury too vast to contain. Her eyes darkened, filled with the kind of grief that only turns to hatred.
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And then—rage. Heaven-seething rage.
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Her body burst into golden-yellow flames, blazing like a second sun in the fog. The very ground beneath her feet cracked from the force of her aura.
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"I WILL KILL YOU!!" she screamed.
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She took a step forward—
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But then—
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A voice.
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Cold. Hollow. Void of emotion.
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"Azula."
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She froze.
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"Do you want to die too?"
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She turned sharply—
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—and saw King Magnar.
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But this wasn't the composed monarch she had always known.
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This was something else.
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His face was carved in stone, his eyes like twin glaciers. His presence, once regal, now felt like a cold storm pressing down on the world.
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He took a slow step toward her.
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"You have two choices." His voice was terrifyingly even.
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"Either I kill you… or you stay silent. What do you choose?"
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Azula's breathing turned ragged.
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"He killed my son!" she screamed, voice hoarse. "That vermin murdered my child! I want him DEAD!"
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"Do you think I care?" Magnar replied coldly, eyes narrowing.
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"If you don't calm your aura right now, I will end your life here and now. You're strong—yes. But not stronger than me. You know that."
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And then, without warning, his aura erupted—for just a breath.
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But that was all it took.
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The world shuddered. Every expert-rank leader around them took an involuntary step back, some gasping as their knees buckled beneath the weight of his pressure.
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And then—just as quickly—it vanished.
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But the silence it left behind was absolute.
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Azula's flames flickered… and died.
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Her face twisted with grief and hate, but she said nothing.
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She turned toward Max, eyes bloodshot, her voice now cold and slow—lethal.
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"I will kill you. I will hunt down your friends. Your family. Every person who's ever known your name—I'll kill them in front of you. I will bury your soul in agony until you beg me to end it."
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Max just laughed—sharp, bitter, cold.
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"Pity."
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He tilted his head.
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"If only you'd brought a daughter along too. I would've taken my time with her… unlike Veylin."
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His tone darkened.
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"Honestly… I regret killing him so quickly."
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Azula's entire body shook, fists clenched, flames itching to return—but she held back.
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She had to.
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She could not win—not now.
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But her silence now… was just the promise of a storm to come.
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And Max? He just stared back, eyes empty of fear.
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He had crossed a line—and he wasn't going back. |