[{"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-314":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},130912,198,"Chapter 314 314: Hunting","dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-10-chapter-314",314,"\u003Cp>Max's tone didn't change. \"I'm splitting off.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was calm. Steady. Like he was just going for a walk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Grey took a step forward. \"You're walking back into that? Are you mad?! You saw what happened! That fog—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I know what happened,\" Max interrupted, his eyes sharp now. \"But my decision's made.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Grey's brow furrowed deeply. \"That place isn't normal. You think just because you survived it once, you can do it again?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Max shrugged. \"I'm not here to survive. I'm here to finish what I came for.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The statement caught Grey off guard. He didn't know what that meant, but the weight behind Max's words made his chest feel tight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Max didn't wait for a response.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked out across the hazy land ahead—into the very same fog that had devoured a genius before their eyes. But this time, he wasn't afraid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because he could feel it. A faint, unmistakable sensation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His bloodline. Burning in the distance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Somewhere in the Mourning Depths, she was alive. The vial she carried—his blood, his black flame—was still pulsing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still calling back to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And he would find her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before Grey could say another word, a soft but stern voice came from the side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You'll die if you go alone.\" Amara's eyes met Max's. \"You should reconsider.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Max turned to her slowly. There was a calmness in his gaze, but also something else—determination.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I appreciate your concern,\" he said. \"But I won't die. I know what I'm doing.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amara didn't press further. She only frowned, clearly unsettled, but said nothing more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just then, another voice echoed in Max's mind—gentle, anxious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Max, what are you doing? Leader told us to stay together. To watch each other's backs.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was Callie. Her vital essence transmission was filled with worry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned his head slightly and looked at her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She stood a few feet behind him, her white mask concealing her face. But he could feel the emotion behind it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I know,\" Max said softly. \"But I have to do this.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He gestured lightly toward Old Man Grey.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You'll be safe with him. Trust me. He'll get you to the 1500-mile zone.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Callie didn't respond immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She lowered her head slightly, fists tightening beneath her robe. Her heart told her to stop him. To say something—anything—to make him stay.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But… she couldn't.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not with the way he looked. Not with the quiet fire in his voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the end, she only nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don't die,\" she said, barely above a whisper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Max gave her a small smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I won't.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without another glance back,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without hesitation,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without fear—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And walked straight back into the black fog.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Max didn't hesitate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Didn't pause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Didn't even glance over his shoulder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Old Man Grey's words drifted behind him, laced with warning, but also a sliver of resignation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Max, since you are planning to head alone then do so. But know that whatever happens to you… will not be blamed on my Divine Palace.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Max just gave a simple nod. His voice was calm. Steady.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I know. It's my decision. So anything that happens to me… will be my fault.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No dramatic exit. No last words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned away—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And stepped into the fog.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment he crossed the threshold, the world changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sound disappeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Light dimmed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The warmth of the others… gone in an instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fog wrapped around him like a shroud. Soft at first—like drifting smoke—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But with every step, it thickened. Grew heavy. Dense. Wet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It began to press in from all sides, clinging to his clothes, coiling around his skin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His boots crunched over brittle ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bone dust. Maybe worse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air buzzed with something ancient. Something sick.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Infernal energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It filled the air like static. Vivid. Hungry. Alive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Max lowered his presence to the bare minimum—his aura sealed so tightly not even a ripple leaked out. His heart slowed. His breathing turned shallow. He became a shadow within the shadow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Max, first pretend you're not its enemy…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blob's voice was steady. Cautious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I'll find its core. We only have one chance. One. If we miss… it'll never fall for the same trick again.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Max didn't reply—he didn't need to.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He simply gave the slightest nod.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He understood everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This wasn't a fight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a hunt. A delicate one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And this time—he wasn't the predator.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not yet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>According to Blob, Sinful Bone Frames didn't linger near the surface.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They slept.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Buried thousands of feet underground, their wills dormant for centuries.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the moment they sensed a vulnerable soul walking too close…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They rose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And they hunted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was only during that moment—when they surfaced, searching for prey—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>that they were exposed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was his window.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His only window.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once they vanished again, it would take days… weeks… lifetimes…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>to lure them back out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And in this fog-choked death field of the Mourning Depths,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Max didn't have a lifetime.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So he played the fool.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He moved like he was lost. Confused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stumbled now and then. Slowed down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sometimes he sped up… sometimes paused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like prey.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He kept his soul force dimmed, buried deep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He let the pressure build. Let it wrap around him like vines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soft. Floating. Ancient.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A woman's voice, whispering through the mist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Lonely… I'm so lonely… come down and play with me…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn't loud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It didn't echo.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It just existed. Everywhere. Nowhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A lullaby spoken by a ghost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Max stopped walking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His foot hovered over the earth for half a second.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His breath caught.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A faint gleam lit his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It came.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Sinful Bone Frame was here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Max's mind went cold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment the song echoed through the fog, he felt it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not just the melody—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the pull.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It slithered through his ears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crept down his spine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And reached for his soul.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But unlike last time…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn't panic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His mind remained still.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Calm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could feel the structure of the song this time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could taste the thread of will woven beneath its sweetness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was elegant… but deadly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A trap made of melody.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It didn't aim to kill him directly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No, it was much more dangerous than that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It sought to open a door—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One that led into the Soul Palace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment his soul responded to it…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That door opened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the hunter stepped through.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If someone had no understanding of soul constructs—no awareness of will—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>they wouldn't even realize what was happening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They'd simply be enchanted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wander in blindly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then… they'd never return.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Max blinked once—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and the world changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The choking fog, the gray light, the smell of death—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, he stood in a vast, lush wilderness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Emerald grass danced in the wind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sky above was a flawless blue, with soft clouds floating lazily across it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wildflowers bloomed in every direction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no killing intent here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just peace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And warmth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sudden shift jarred his senses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even knowing it was fake—his breath still hitched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His mind tried to anchor itself. Tried to find a crack in this illusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A soft voice broke the silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Stay with me… Follow me…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Standing before him… was Alice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her long, fiery red skirt swayed in the wind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her red hair shimmered under the golden sun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her expression was soft. Eyes filled with longing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Same voice. Same presence. Same warmth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The illusion was flawless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too flawless.\u003C\u002Fp>",1238,"2026-05-29T02:56:42.303Z","2026-06-01T04:29:01.835Z",1,"novelbin.me","07774d96f132190be0c892f8bb6bcde68bb08af10b9f8f5b2449e38ed7a87ca8","dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-10-chapter-315","dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-10-chapter-313",1648,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fdimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-10-cover.jpg"]