[{"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-206":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},130804,198,"Chapter 206 Slaughter and Lightning","dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-10-chapter-206",206,"\u003Cp>In a world drowned in white, a lone figure stood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Max.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>White hair, a steady stance, both hands gripping his sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes remained closed, his breathing calm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For hours, he didn't move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A single stab.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The motion was simple, almost effortless—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the tip of his sword, something formed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A wheel, violently rotating, light gray in color.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It hummed with a strange, eerie energy—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if twisting reality itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Max exhaled slowly, his gaze locked onto the phantom-like construct before him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Finally…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A small smirk played on his lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I can perform the first move without any mistakes.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes flickered with satisfaction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Evil Wheel of Samsara—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first step to mastering Voidborne Edge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Max narrowed his eyes, studying the spinning wheel before him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was flawless in form.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It lacked something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Evil Wheel of Samsara should have been drenched in malice, radiating an aura of death and despair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>According to the technique.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was hollow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Incomplete.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Max sighed. He knew why.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To bring out its true power, the wheel had to be infused with Slaughter Aura—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or even greater—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Concept of Slaughter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Max possessed neither.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And without them—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This technique was only a shadow of what it was meant to be.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'That means the Evil Wheel of Samasara and the Voidborne Edge along with Crimson Havoc Fist were designed to be evil techniques?'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Max's fingers tightened around the hilt of his sword, his mind swirling with the weight of his revelation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Evil Wheel of Samsara pulsed before him—dark, ominous, hungry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a construct of death, a technique crafted from the endless cycle of carnage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something was missing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wheel trembled, as if resisting its incomplete state.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His brows furrowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It's not whole… because I lack Slaughter Aura.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a requirement. The technique stated that the Evil Wheel of Samsara could only reach its true peak when imbued with the essence of slaughter itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What if it didn't have to be?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His thoughts spun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The only difference between Voidborne Edge and Crimson Havoc Fist is that the former can be used without Slaughter Aura, while the latter cannot.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His own words lingered in his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That meant something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A connection.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A fundamental truth hidden beneath the techniques.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Max's gaze sharpened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could they have originated from the same power?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It made sense. Both were overwhelming techniques, both carried destruction in their core, and both resonated with something deeper—the essence of slaughter itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moreover, the blob also mentioned the two techniques were originally a pair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Max's gaze flickered back to the Evil Wheel of Samsara.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was waiting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It pulsed, swirling with potential, as if expecting him to take the next step.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A wild thought surged through his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What if… I use another aura?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His fingers twitched, excitement and uncertainty warring within him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was reckless—insane, even.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Evil Wheel of Samsara was designed to feast on slaughter, to thrive in the blood-soaked chaos of battlefields. It was created as an instrument of death—nothing more, nothing less.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But did that mean it was limited to only that path?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Max exhaled slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had never accepted limitations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not in his abilities. Not in his techniques.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His Fusion State Aura had evolved because he refused to be bound by what others deemed possible. His techniques had merged because he willed it so.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This could work.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or it could rip him apart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'I might as well try it.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment the thought took root, Max moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes locked onto the Evil Wheel of Samsara, its swirling gray surface exuding a cold, ominous stillness. It was a force meant to cycle through death and rebirth, thriving on slaughter—a technique bound to the essence of carnage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Max?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He refused to be bound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His grip tightened around his sword, the edges of his fingers glowing as he channeled Fusion State aura into the blade. A dense, structured energy surged forth, its sheer force warping the air around him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It moved toward the wheel, slow at first—then all at once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a heartbeat, the technique responded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It trembled. Shifted. Began to accept the foreign power—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Evil Wheel of Samsara exploded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A shockwave ripped through the air as fragments of gray energy shattered like glass, dissolving into nothingness before they could even hit the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Max didn't flinch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His frown deepened, eyes sharp as he observed the aftermath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn't just broken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had rejected the Fusion State aura completely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Fusion State aura—his most refined, perfected force—had been utterly incompatible with the technique. It had been torn apart on a fundamental level.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Max frowned when he saw that but he didn't lose hope and tried again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, he didn't rush.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, he moved with patience—with precision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He took a slow, controlled breath, sharpening his focus, clearing his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a steady motion, he thrust his sword forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once again, the Evil Wheel of Samsara materialized before him—its swirling gray construct pulsing in rhythmic waves, rotating violently, as if hungry, as if waiting to be fed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this time—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Max wouldn't force it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead of overwhelming it with sheer power, he focused on something far more important—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Control.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He gathered just 1% of his Fusion State Aura, the absolute minimum, letting it flow into his sword—not directly into the wheel, but into the blade itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air hummed as the energy pulsed faintly—adjusting, stabilizing, adapting to the medium.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seconds passed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The balance held.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now came the final step.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With slow, deliberate movement, he channeled the stabilized Fusion State Aura toward the Evil Wheel of Samsara.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment the energy made contact with the rotating construct—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wheel shattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its fragments dissolved instantly, erased as if it had never existed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Max's frown deepened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze lingered on the empty space where the wheel had been.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It failed again.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A quiet frustration settled in his chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was his Fusion State Aura fundamentally incompatible with the Evil Wheel of Samsara?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was the technique itself so rigid that only Slaughter Aura could ever refine it?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No, that couldn't be...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Max's fingers tightened around his sword, his thoughts racing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If Fusion State Aura doesn't work… then what about the others?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without hesitation—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tried Sword Aura first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Evil Wheel of Samsara formed once more, its eerie gray glow steady, humming with ominous energy. Max focused, guiding a thin thread of Sword Aura toward it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment it made contact—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wheel shattered instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Max's expression remained unreadable, but his mind had already moved on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sword Aura is a no-go. Let's try Flame Aura.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another attempt. Another wheel forged into existence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time—Flame Aura.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A surge of heat spread outward, fire coiling along the edges of his sword. He controlled it, guided it, letting the scorching energy seep toward the construct.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Same result.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Max sighed. If he were any other warrior, he might have believed that only Slaughter Aura could refine this technique.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Third time's a charm.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He conjured another Evil Wheel of Samsara, its eerie gray glow spinning steadily before him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Continue reading at My Virtual Library Empire\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this time—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Purple lightning crackled around his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It surged wildly, untamed, bolts of electric energy streaking across his arms, dancing along his blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Max guided them, compressing every flickering spark onto his sword, letting the energy hum with raw intensity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slowly. Carefully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first few sparks crawled from his sword—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And touched the wheel's surface.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—\u003C\u002Fp>",1250,"2026-05-29T02:56:42.303Z","2026-06-01T04:29:01.835Z",1,"novelbin.me","295ce44e1c554abfc79bda3c83690a8c507fc8ea8227e92f9f8a7b725d7222ed","dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-10-chapter-207","dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-10-chapter-205",1648,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fdimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-10-cover.jpg"]