[{"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-310":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},130908,198,"Chapter 310: Darkness","dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-10-chapter-310",310,"\u003Cp>Max clenched his fists.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not out of anger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not even fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But focus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If something like that was possible here… then anything was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Mourning Depths had just reminded them all—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They weren't hunters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were prey.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amara's voice echoed gently in Old Man Grey's mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not with panic. Not with fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But with the calm sharpness of someone trying to understand death before it claimed another.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sir Grey… what was that?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a moment—he didn't answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes were still locked on the ashes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His grip on the crescent sickle trembled—just a little.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, with a vital essence transmission of his own, he finally spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the weight of his words hit like a stone tossed into still water.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I'm… ashamed to say it,\" he began, slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But this is the first time I've seen something like this.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He glanced into the fog. His brows deeply furrowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That gray shadow from before… based on my experience, it was likely just a demonic ash fly. A minor creature. Something born from condensed infernal energy. Weak. Just a few hundred years old.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Max, Amara, and the others listened in through the shared essence transmission—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air itself had gone still.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But that death—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hesitated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then his voice lowered further, a whisper wrapped in fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That was not caused by the fly. I believe the mana storm just now—the one unleashed by that reckless fool—must've stirred something far more ancient.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"An infernal being that was in deep slumber.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment that phrase reached their minds—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"a sleeping infernal being\"—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone felt it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That cold grip at the back of their necks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sense that something had looked directly at them, then chosen to look away…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could it be a being flung outward during the eruption?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of the hidden ones that dwelled nearer the core, but now had drifted too far forward…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something that had no form, no sound, no soul?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something that saw disturbance as provocation?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If that was true—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>if the mana surge had roused it—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then the red-haired genius hadn't just died.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He'd opened a gate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And something had stepped to its edge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were all geniuses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Prodigies from the major regions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Users of Techniques.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Comprehenders of Aura.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Killers, heroes, monsters in their own right.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But none of them—none—were arrogant enough to believe they could fight an invisible, ancient, silent being that could erase someone without even appearing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not even Max.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not Amara.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Max's mind was racing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The image of the red-haired genius melting into rot and blood replayed in his mind—again and again. He'd seen people die. He'd killed people himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that wasn't death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was erasure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something wrong had awakened. Something ancient, something not meant to wake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And so, he called out the only being that might have a sliver of insight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Blob… what the hell is going on here?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blob was quiet for a moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A rare thing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, slowly, its voice echoed in Max's mind, low and distant—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if dredging up memories buried in time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I can't say for certain…\" Blob admitted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But I can make a guess.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Max stayed silent, listening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I think,\" Blob continued,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"there's something buried deep under this place. Something ancient. Possibly… someone who practiced blood demon techniques, or perhaps a monstrous beast of vicious nature—sealed, long ago. Something the world itself tried to forget.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Max's breath caught.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He remembered what Klaus had said—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>About the Bone Frames.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dead experts. Condensed by infernal energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their corpses twisted into strange artifacts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He'd accepted that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now Blob was saying something worse—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>that even Bone Frames had levels.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the one that might be buried here…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was far beyond anything the Lower Domain had ever seen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blob's voice lowered, becoming grim.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If we divide Bone Frames into low, middle, and high grade…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The one you're using now, Max, is barely a low grade.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That stunned Max.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His current Bone Frame was already incredible by any standard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dense infernal energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Absorption abilities.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Increased comprehension.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And it was only low grade?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Even Klaus probably hasn't seen a middle grade one,\" Blob continued.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And as for the high grade…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I doubt even the Young Monarch has touched one.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, the real truth came.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The highest grade Bone Frames… may have intelligence.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Max blinked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You mean they're alive?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Not alive… but aware. Conscious in a way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enough to choose who can touch them. Enough to… retaliate.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was why the red-haired youth died.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not because he was targeted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not because he was weak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because he made too much noise near something that wasn't meant to be disturbed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something that—even in death—was watching.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blob's voice turned serious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I don't know what exactly is under us… but I do know one thing.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It doesn't want to be found.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And unless you have an ancient destiny carved into your soul, something the heavens themselves can't ignore—you will not leave with whatever lies buried here.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blob's final warning echoed like a death sentence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Forget it, Max. This is not something we can handle.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The deeper we go, the more we're walking into a tomb… not just theirs.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But ours.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Max didn't need more words from Blob.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The warning was clear—etched into instinct.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You don't poke at things that dream in silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You don't try to dig up the bones of a thing that made even death itself step back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Supreme expert?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vicious beast?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn't care.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All that mattered now… was leaving this cursed patch of ground alive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for infernal demon tattoo?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course he wanted it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More control.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More authority.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But not like this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not by gambling against something he couldn't see, couldn't understand, couldn't fight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There would be more opportunities.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But there would never be another Max.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>---\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For sixty long minutes, they stood like statues—each one drenched in cold sweat, muscles aching, bladders screaming, but not one dared to shift their stance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fog grew thicker, wrapping around ankles, climbing up calves, coiling like a living thing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Light dimmed until the sky above was nothing more than a smeared charcoal haze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet still…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nothing happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No shrieks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No movement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No pressure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And somehow,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>that was worse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A few began to hope.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not out loud—never out loud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it was there, that fragile belief:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Maybe it's gone.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Maybe it just wanted one life.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Maybe we're safe.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Max didn't share it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Survivor's instinct told him otherwise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This wasn't over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not by a long shot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Old Man Grey's voice finally came.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Low. Sharp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Almost a whisper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Let's retreat first…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Everyone, do not make any noise.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Max didn't need to be told twice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Neither did anyone else.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No arguments.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No sarcasm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No bravado.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each step measured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Controlled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Carefully placed on the dark stone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Weapons remained drawn, but no one dared let their mana flare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one breathed too deeply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the sound of cloth rustling as they moved felt dangerous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I feel that… it's becoming more and more dark…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The voice came through the vital essence transmission—quiet, strained, as if the speaker was afraid even his thoughts might be heard by something out there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment the words echoed into their minds—everyone noticed it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fog.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had thickened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>it had changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn't just fog anymore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had weight. Density.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like something trying to press down on them from every direction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They could barely see five feet ahead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the light—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The only source of it in the Mourning Depths, those distant glowing stars above—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Were gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not faded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Swallowed.\u003C\u002Fp>",1259,"2026-05-29T02:56:42.303Z","2026-06-01T04:29:01.835Z",1,"novelbin.me","2335ee20654a24b0a981b97d98157ed758717f0819b882795dd0e63220dbee70","dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-10-chapter-311","dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-10-chapter-309",1648,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fdimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-10-cover.jpg"]