[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-10":3,"chapter-dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-10-dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-10-chapter-179":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":20,"prevChapterSlug":21,"totalChapters":22,"novelImage":23},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":16,"volume":17,"translator":18,"content_hash":19},130627,198,"Chapter 179 Shall We Begin?","dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-10-chapter-179",179,"\u003Cp>Veylin's breath came in ragged gasps, his chest rising and falling in uneven tremors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He lost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His hands shook, his grip on his spear slipping, the once-familiar weight of it now feeling like a burden too heavy to carry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His mind played the scene of lightning dragon cut in two over and over again like an endless cycle stuck in a loop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You lost. You lost against a kid? Hahahahaha…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The voice coiled around his mind, an eerie, mocking laughter slithering into the cracks of his confidence like poison seeping into his veins.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Even the technique given by your father wasn't enough to defeat him… So what can you do? Pathetic!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The words cut deeper than any wound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His father's technique—the legacy he had built his strength upon—had failed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was supposed to be unstoppable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was supposed to be enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it wasn't.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn't enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His mind played the scene over and over again, an endless, torturous loop that refused to stop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment the Lightning Dragon—his father's ultimate technique—was sliced cleanly in half.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The way its massive body, supposedly indestructible, was effortlessly torn apart by Max's single calm strike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crackling lightning fading, the two halves crashing lifelessly to the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter how much he tried to block it out, the image replayed in his mind like a shattered record, the impact of that moment seared into his soul.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could still feel the shock, the disbelief, the utter helplessness that followed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And worst of all—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The silence that came after.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The silence of defeat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The silence of his own weakness laid bare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A hollow numbness spread through his chest, filling the void left behind by his shattered pride.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His fingers trembled, his muscles weak, as a thought he had never allowed himself to consider slipped into his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Am I really… pathetic?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Doubt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A foreign, unwelcome poison that seeped into his soul, twisting its way through his very being.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Am I going to lose?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His mind spiraled, dragging him into the depths of uncertainty and fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had trained for years, endured countless battles, honed his spear until it became an extension of himself. He had never allowed failure to take root in his heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, his entire existence felt like a cruel joke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His grip weakened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The spear in his hands—the weapon that had once defined him, his pride, his path—felt alien.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too heavy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too meaningless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The stage around him blurred. The world faded into the background.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nothing remained but the voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The voice that stripped him of everything he believed in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You have nothing left.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His legs wobbled. His body swayed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the first time in his life,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Veylin felt truly powerless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that moment, whatever pride, whatever self-confidence Veylin had shattered completely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn't just a defeat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a complete dismantling of everything he had ever believed in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The unwavering pride he carried as the son of the Young Monarch—gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The absolute confidence he had in his strength—erased.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The unshakable faith he had in his father's technique—broken beyond repair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nothing remained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nothing except the cold, hollow realization that he had been powerless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had always thought himself undefeatable. That no one in his generation could ever bring him down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Max had done more than defeat him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Max had stripped him of everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His hands trembled, his grip on his spear turning weak and lifeless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the first time in his life,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Veylin felt like nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Indeed, you are nothing…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The eerie voice slithered back into his mind, its tone dripping with mockery—as if relishing in his despair, twisting the knife deeper into the wound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You had everything…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Explore more at My Virtual Library Empire\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But even with everything, you still lost.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The voice whispered, a cruel, venomous hiss that wrapped around Veylin's mind like chains, dragging him deeper into an abyss from which there was no escape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His breath was ragged, his vision blurred as his own thoughts turned against him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Pathetic.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The word clawed at his soul, tearing apart whatever pride still lingered in the cracks of his broken will.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tried to move, tried to steady himself—but his body refused to obey.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His fingers twitched around his spear, but there was no strength in his grip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The weapon that had always felt like an extension of himself, that had once been an instrument of his invincibility, now felt… useless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was useless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You were born at the top.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The voice slithered into his thoughts again, its tone mocking yet filled with a cruel truth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You were given everything. Wealth, talent, resources—power beyond what others could ever dream of. You were supposed to be the strongest.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And yet, here you stand—broken, humiliated, defeated.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Veylin's legs shook. His entire body felt like it was sinking—no, drowning—in a pit of his own failure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could still hear the silence after the battle ended.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A silence deafening in its finality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A silence that whispered one undeniable truth—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You were never strong to begin with.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something inside him cracked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A suffocating emptiness swallowed him whole.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was beyond defeat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was erasure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The death of his pride. The death of his confidence. The death of who he once was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was nothing left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nothing but the darkness pulling him under.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, darkness fully consumed his vision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn't just the absence of light—it was absolute emptiness, an abyss so deep that even his thoughts felt like they were being swallowed whole.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And in that endless, suffocating void—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was only despair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bottomless. All-encompassing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A despair so vast it felt heavier than reality itself, crushing everything Veylin had once been. His past victories, his pride, his strength—all meaningless, all forgotten.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His existence was erased, leaving behind nothing but the overwhelming weight of his failure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From that despair… something was born.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something darker than the void itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something that should never have existed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A presence so vile, so unnatural, that even the darkness recoiled in its wake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It stirred within him, a whisper beyond reason, a force beyond understanding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was hatred, but not just hatred.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was madness, but not just madness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was an abomination, something that had no place in this world—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet, it clawed its way into existence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A voice—deeper, crueler than the one that had mocked him before—spoke from the void.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Its's time...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A twisted, horrifying grin stretched within the abyss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Shall we begin?\"\u003C\u002Fp>",1079,"2026-05-29T02:56:42.303Z","2026-06-01T04:29:01.835Z",1,"novelbin.me","d0a8b5f69082275f590d22f0d29348d094976580d580c998f63798cf91e78e6a","dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-10-chapter-180","dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-10-chapter-178",1648,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fdimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-10-cover.jpg"]