[{"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-300":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},130798,198,"Chapter 300: Azula","dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-10-chapter-300",300,"\u003Cp>Anton's glare shut him down instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No buts. Just do as I say.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His tone left no room for argument.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bruce's fists tightened, his nails digging into his palms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His entire body was tense. Frustrated. Humiliated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had wanted to deny Max entry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wanted to make a statement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Anton's reaction had shattered any chance of that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still clenching his jaw, Bruce turned his gaze toward Aurelia.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She stood in the distance, completely engrossed in discussion with King Magnar, Envoy Lucas, and Palace Master Hugh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not even sparing them a glance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bruce's frustration grew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why wasn't she stopping this?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Did she not care? Or was she choosing to ignore it?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes burned with irritation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he had no choice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With an audible exhale, he stepped aside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sign of reluctant acceptance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Max?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He just smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Smug. Amused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And finally, he walked past Bruce.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Well, that was easy.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice carried a playful edge. Too casual. Too confident.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It made Bruce's blood boil.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he said nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alice's eyes flickered with something between relief and frustration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She glanced around anxiously, then leaned in slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her voice was low, urgent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What are you doing here?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, before Max could respond—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My mom is right here.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She said it like a warning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like she expected him to rethink his decision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To turn around.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To leave before Aurelia even noticed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Max?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He just smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don't worry.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice was calm. Assured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Your mother can't do anything to me here.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And just like that—his smile faded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His expression hardened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice turned low and serious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Alice, are you really planning to enter the Mourning Depths?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His tone wasn't accusatory. It wasn't demanding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it held a weight. A concern.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because he needed to hear it from her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alice's eyes darkened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn't hesitate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not even for a second.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I don't care.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She shook her head, her voice firm. Unwavering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I don't care. I will go this time with you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Max's fingers curled slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was stubborn. As always.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, something unexpected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Even my mother allows me to go this time.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Max's eyes narrowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aurelia—allowed it?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"She said I might benefit from the Mourning Depths.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Max sighed deeply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not in annoyance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not in anger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But because he knew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alice wasn't changing her mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had already decided.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was coming. No matter what.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Max didn't argue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Didn't push further.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead—he reached into his storage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And pulled something out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A small vial.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alice blinked, taking it instinctively.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside—a dark red liquid swirled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it wasn't just red.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Within the substance—black flames flickered, twisting and curling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alive. Pulsing. Dangerous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A faint heat radiated from the vial.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even with the glass separating them, she could feel it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her fingers brushed over the surface, absorbing the warmth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She frowned. \"What is this?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her eyes met his—curious yet cautious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because the red liquid burned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the black flames?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They looked unnatural.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Max didn't answer immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because this wasn't just some ordinary potion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was something far more important.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Max hesitated for a moment before answering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It's… it's a good luck charm.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice was calm, casual.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the truth?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This vial was far more than a simple charm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a safeguard. A tracker. A tether.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A rune.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the vial was his blood—his very essence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mixed within it?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His black flames.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A volatile force. Alive. Pulsing. Carrying his very presence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that meant something very important.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As long as Alice carried it, he could find her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter what.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if the Mourning Depths separated them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if something tried to conceal her presence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if she was in danger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Max would be able to track his own blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just like he could sense Callie and Klaus's bloodlines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This wasn't just a gift.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a promise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alice glanced at the vial for a moment, her fingers brushing against the cool surface.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Faint warmth radiated from within—almost like a living thing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, without hesitation, she nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Alright.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And just like that—she stored it away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No questions. No hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She simply trusted him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Max felt it before he saw it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A presence. Powerful. Swift. Unyielding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn't even need to turn around.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His lips curled into a knowing smirk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hehe, it seems I need to get going now.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—she arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aurelia.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her arrival was silent but heavy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her aura pressed against the air around them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her face? Unreadable. Frosty. Cold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet her eyes held something deeper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something calculating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Max?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He simply watched her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She opened her mouth—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An Explosion\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The doors of the hall exploded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shards of wood and stone blasted outward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire palace shook.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gasps filled the room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before the dust could settle—dark figures surged inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fast. Aggressive. With killing intent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their movements were precise. Coordinated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This wasn't just a disruption.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was an ambush.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just then?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"HAHAHAHA!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A loud, booming laughter erupted, shaking the hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It seems everyone has forgotten about the Monarch since Drevon had gone into seclusion.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn't just laughter. It was mockery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A voice filled with contempt and amusement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—figures emerged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Through the fading dust and shattered debris, shadows took shape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And when the dust finally cleared—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They stood there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A group of warriors. Ruthless. Unshaken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each of them carried an undeniable aura of confidence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their eyes burned with arrogance, their postures relaxed but predatory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They weren't here to negotiate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were here to dominate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment their killing intent spread through the hall, a thick, suffocating pressure settled upon the gathered experts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their insignia?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Monarch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And leading them—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A woman with dark yellow hair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her stance was calm, but her presence burned like a storm waiting to erupt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>King Magnar's expression darkened the moment he saw her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His tone sharp. Demanding. Unwelcoming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What are you doing here, Azula?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air in the room shifted instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because that name—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Azula.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A name tied to carnage. Cruelty. Madness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of the strongest warriors of the Monarch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or one should say the Mistress of the Monarch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had a reputation for destruction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A warrior who never fought fair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And worse—never left loose ends.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Azula laughed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not just a chuckle. A sharp, piercing, mocking sound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a laugh meant to provoke. To taunt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She tilted her head, golden strands of her hair shifting under the light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What am I doing here?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She repeated the words with mock surprise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then her lips curled into a smirk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Is that even a question I need to answer?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her golden eyes gleamed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—her smirk widened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Of course, I'm here for the Mourning Depths.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her tone was casual, almost lazy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something shifted in her gaze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something darker. Sharper. More personal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her eyes locked onto Max.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her expression twisted into cruelty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A slow, dangerous smirk spread across her lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And also… to take care of some unfinished business.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment she said it, the killing intent in the air thickened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Max's eyes didn't waver.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the others in the hall?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They could feel it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pressure. The tension.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Azula wasn't here just for the Mourning Depths.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was here for him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And she wasn't hiding it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Who the hell is she now?'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Max's mind raced. He could feel a very terrible aura from her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her presence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her hostility.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everything about her sent a warning through Max's mind.\u003C\u002Fp>",1222,"2026-05-29T02:56:42.303Z","2026-06-01T04:29:01.835Z",1,"novelbin.me","c246bdee685ae2237b3e7e6f93f0e6a97844dbbc0be58ff6ecfb78e136898f81","dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-10-chapter-201","dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-10-chapter-299",1648,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fdimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-10-cover.jpg"]