[{"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-308":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},130906,198,"Chapter 308 308: A Wailing Ghost","dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-10-chapter-308",308,"\u003Cp>The red-haired youth's face twisted in anger and disbelief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one followed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His bold declaration—his dramatic rebellion—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>had been met with silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The silence of rejection.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tried to pretend it didn't bother him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tried to convince himself it wasn't about face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But in reality…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was always about Amara.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And she didn't even spare him a glance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She stood a short distance away, composed, aloof—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her breathing calm. Her expression indifferent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To her, he didn't even exist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He clenched his fists.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jaw tight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ego bleeding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wanted to curse them all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Spit out some final, venom-laced line before storming off into the fog alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he never got the chance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sound tore through the mist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not a voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not a human.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not a language.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a wail.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sound of something twisted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alive, but not right.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was high-pitched, broken,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>like glass grinding inside flesh,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>like something dying and laughing at the same time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The red-haired youth froze mid-step.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone did.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Weapons were drawn immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Steel. Flame. Shadow. Lightning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A dozen types of power flared up in an instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Max narrowed his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His Lightning Wheel of Samsara trembled in his palm, the energy inside it suddenly unstable—as if whatever screamed had affected it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Old Man Grey didn't hesitate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He reached behind his back and pulled out a crescent-shaped sickle—worn, cracked in places, but glowing with a strange black-blue aura.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His body tensed, spine straight, muscles taut like a drawn bow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His face was still—but his eyes were fire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Without my order—\" he said, voice low, sharp, absolute, \"Do. Not. Act.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air around them shifted instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The joking atmosphere, the boredom, the bravado—all vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the red-haired youth stood frozen, no longer proud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because now, they weren't imagining what the Mourning Depths could hold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, they were hearing it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And it was coming closer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Step by step.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Through the fog.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dragging its broken wail behind it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something was approaching—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And it was not human.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ahhh!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scream cut through the fog like a jagged blade—not human, not animal—something in between, something wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A gray shadow burst from the mist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fast. Violent. Silent no longer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It darted toward the group like a vengeful arrow, its form shifting and contorting, legs bent the wrong way, arms dragging behind it, mouth wide open—unhinged like a beast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its target?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The red-haired youth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The one who shouted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The one who complained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The one who drew attention.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The one who nearly left the group behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was the one who would bear the first strike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Old Man Grey's eyes widened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He opened his mouth—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don't be nervous! This is only—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the words were cut off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too slow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too late.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The red-haired youth shouted back—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Go DIE!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His body lunged forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His sword glowed deep blue—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>a blade of compressed Wing Aura extending off its edge like a spectral wing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And in that moment—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>he didn't hold back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not even a little.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This wasn't defense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This wasn't calculated combat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was a full-force vent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A boiling storm of wounded pride and reckless rage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sword light roared out like a comet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The very space around it trembled—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>warped, as if reality itself feared what was coming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fog split open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The gray shadow was pierced, its twisted form lifted off the ground by the sheer force of the strike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Infernal energy in the surroundings scattered like broken threads.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pressure exploded outward, shaking the air, blowing everyone's robes back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wind howled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The stone underfoot cracked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a brief moment—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the Mourning Depths itself… seemed to shudder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The red-haired youth stood tall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chest heaving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eyes wide with adrenaline.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He believed he had won.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Believed he'd proven his strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Believed he had erased his shame.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But what he didn't know—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was that he had just broken the rule.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Old Man Grey had said it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Warned them all:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Suppress your strength. Never go above 30%. Do not stir the infernal energy.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this idiot—this idiot had cut the entire atmosphere apart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Old Man Grey's expression snapped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His face flushed red with fury, his voice no longer calm or ancient—but raw, sharp, laced with the tone of someone who had just watched a fool crack open a coffin they'd been told not to touch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Do you want to kill us all?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He roared, pointing a finger toward the red-haired youth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I told you not to use your full strength—not to create waves—not to stir the damn infernal energy—!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the idiot didn't even flinch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No remorse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No realization.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He barked back like a rabid dog.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Fuck off!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Spit flew from his lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice rose with arrogant fury.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I don't serve you! Why the hell should I care what you want?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned to the others, flinging his arm toward the silent crowd of geniuses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And all of you! Pathetic cowards! Bowing your heads to the Divine Palace like scared dogs! These restrictions, these 'rules'—you let them bind you like chains!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His chest rose and fell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bitterness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Years of it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And it all poured out like poison now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But what no one had known—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>not until this very moment—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was that his rage ran deeper than ego.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn't from a powerful family.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not truly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His current faction, though it granted him resources, was a place of backstabbing smiles and knife-point friendships.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every day, he lived with the fear that someone he drank with would poison his tea.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That his own \"brother\" in arms would slit his throat in the night just to move one step ahead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was the reality of many factions in the Valora Continent—especially for those at the bottom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn't trust them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Never had.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That's why he was here—why he chased Amara so desperately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not for romance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But for freedom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For safety.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a future where he wouldn't be hunted by his own side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now, no matter how loud he yelled—no one answered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one defended him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one argued.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one clapped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that silence…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>was terrifying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now he was feeling the same thing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone was silent as they looked at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And he liked this feeling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At first, he felt liberated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unburdened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like he'd finally said everything that needed to be said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it was only a moment later he noticed something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The others stayed quiet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But not in support.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not in shock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was something else in their eyes—a tension.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A horror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A look like they were already mourning him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A voice, calm but cold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amara.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She raised a hand—pointing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her skin pale.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You… your leg…\"\u003C\u002Fp>",1106,"2026-05-29T02:56:42.303Z","2026-06-01T04:29:01.835Z",1,"novelbin.me","62f5471aec5fccd38536b5cc3191e5c7290910fd4e7243ca4089a17aebfc5447","dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-10-chapter-309","dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-10-chapter-307",1648,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fdimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-10-cover.jpg"]