[{"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-282":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},130780,198,"Chapter 282: Fearful Anton","dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-10-chapter-282",282,"\u003Cp>Anton took deep, controlled breaths, forcing his racing heart to slow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His hands trembled slightly, a lingering cold sweat forming at his brow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sensation he had felt moments ago—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn't normal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn't something that could be easily dismissed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a brief, fleeting instant—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had felt as though death itself had brushed past his throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not with a blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not with an attack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But with something far worse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A force so absolute, so overwhelming, that his entire being had screamed at him to run.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To escape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he couldn't.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because it was already gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air was still.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fight had ended.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Anton…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was still shaken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His mind spun, struggling to piece things together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'What was that? Who was that?'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The masked figure who had dominated the battlefield with ease.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man who had stood unshaken against the Crown Prince, Amelia, Revenna, and even the top geniuses of the South.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The same man who had mocked them all, held their strongest in place with a single skill—and vanished as if reality itself bent to his will.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anton swallowed hard, his suspicion growing with each passing second.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slowly, his eyes drifted toward Alice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She stood still, but he could see the faintest traces of emotion flickering across her face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Recognition?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shock?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Relief?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was subtle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too subtle for most to notice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Anton wasn't most people.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew Alice better than anyone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the way she reacted to the masked man's presence—it wasn't normal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Does she… know him?'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The thought took root, growing stronger and stronger the more he dwelled on it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn't just that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was something more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something deeper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A connection.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anton's jaw tightened, his mind flashing back to another person.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Someone he once knew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Someone who shouldn't be here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A figure took shape in his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Could he be…?'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The thought was dangerous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unbelievable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had never felt such an overwhelming presence before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Never seen someone dominate an entire battlefield the way that masked man had.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The way he moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The way he spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The way he froze the strongest of the South with a single skill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sheer untouchable aura that surrounded him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was unnatural.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Terrifying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It reminded him of someone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anton shook his head, forcing the idea out of his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'No. It couldn't be Max.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The differences were too great.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Max was only an Adept Rank the last time he was seen. The masked man's strength… it was far beyond that. It felt closer to Peak Adept Rank—possibly beyond.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Max used a sword, lightning, and flames in battle. The masked man? He used only his fists and space element. No sword. No fire. Nothing that resembled Max's style at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Max was strong—but not like this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not like a walking calamity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not like someone who could toy with the Crown Prince, Amelia, Revenna, and the strongest of the South all at once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anton let out a slow breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No—it didn't make sense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even as he convinced himself otherwise, the unease remained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His hands were still clammy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His chest was still tight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The memory of death brushing against him wouldn't disappear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could still hear that voice, whispering in his mind—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Be very careful with how you treat Alice. Otherwise, the next time I see you make her cry… I won't just warn you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was too much of a coincidence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too personal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His jaw tightened, his hands clenching into fists.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn't the gambling type.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn't like risking his life over a mistake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And if—just if—there was even the slightest chance that the masked man was somehow Max…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he needed to change his approach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because if that monster truly was Max…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Anton had severely underestimated him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And he wouldn't make that mistake again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anton's thoughts were interrupted as a group of figures descended from the sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air around them shifted, carrying a heavy martial pressure that made even the strongest guests tense up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were the Royal Guard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not ordinary soldiers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not simple warriors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But elites—the very backbone of the Western Kingdom's military might.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each one wore silver armor, their movements precise and disciplined.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But at the front of the group, leading them—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A single man stood out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unlike the others, this man's armor gleamed gold, carrying an air of absolute authority.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A massive sword rested on his back, its presence alone enough to demand respect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes—sharp, piercing, and impossibly keen—swept across the battle-scarred garden, taking in the pits, the craters, and the lingering remnants of the clash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, they locked onto Crown Prince Aelric.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice was calm, yet firm, carrying the weight of a man who had seen countless battles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What happened here, Your Highness?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though respectful, there was an underlying urgency in his tone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something like this couldn't be ignored.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crown Prince Aelric let out a deep sigh, his face still carrying the frustration from earlier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It was some guy in a mask.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The golden-armored general's brows furrowed slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Someone from the Black Lotus Guild?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the most logical assumption—after all, the Black Lotus Guild was infamous for their secrecy and shadowy methods.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crown Prince Aelric shook his head immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No, it wasn't them.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice was certain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then, after a brief pause, he added—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This guy… didn't look like he was from the Black Lotus Guild.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The general's frown deepened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Then who?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Crown Prince stood silent for a moment, contemplating his next words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He spoke with deliberate precision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He is probably a guest here.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze drifted to the garden full of spectators—people from all over Valora Continent, watching the scene with a mix of amusement, curiosity, and disbelief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A guest… but someone who doesn't want to show his face.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His fingers tightened slightly around his golden blade, but his tone remained controlled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"There's no need to look for him.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The golden-armored general's expression flickered with surprise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Your Highness?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Aelric continued.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Just make sure that if you do find him, you must inform me first. Before my father.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A weighted silence fell between them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The general understood immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This wasn't something to report to the king yet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This masked man was dangerous—but if the king got involved too soon, it could escalate into something even bigger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aelric wanted to handle this personally.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The golden-armored man gave a firm nod.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Understood.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, without another word, he turned on his heel and disappeared into the night, the silver-armored guards following closely behind him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the guards dispersed, Anton let out a slow breath, still unable to shake the feeling in his chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze shifted once more—toward Alice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She still hadn't spoken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still hadn't moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She simply stared at the spot where the masked man once stood, her hands clenching tightly at the fabric of her dress.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her expression—hidden from most—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But not from him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anton swallowed hard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'What do you know, Alice?'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The question burned inside him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because whatever it was—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was something she wasn't willing to say.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>***\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crown Prince Aelric's voice rang through the garden, carrying a tone of assurance and authority.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Everyone.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze swept over the crowd, taking in the uneasy faces of the guests who had just witnessed a battle that shook the Sun Palace itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Forgive me for the chaos that happened just now. Please, enjoy the rest of the evening.\"\u003C\u002Fp>",1231,"2026-05-29T02:56:42.303Z","2026-06-01T04:29:01.835Z",1,"novelbin.me","dcc52bf6b31375aa90b63b789a335eabe1f7603748fa5080d1909b1d300d38d6","dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-10-chapter-283","dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-10-chapter-281",1648,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fdimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-10-cover.jpg"]