[{"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-349":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},130947,198,"Chapter 349 349: My Soul is sealed here","dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-10-chapter-349",349,"\u003Cp>Max's eyes widened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His heart dropped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His most powerful attack—his trump card—couldn't even leave a scratch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mark looked at him, face still calm, still smiling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Why the long face?\" he asked. \"Let me guess… I forgot to mention?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stepped forward slightly, his voice rising.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You're standing in the presence of a god.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He let the word hang in the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The God.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A hush fell over the hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The word hit harder than any spell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yes, they'd all heard the legends—of how power could grow beyond mortal bounds. Of Mythic ranks, and perhaps even the Divine. But to declare oneself as \"the God\"?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was blasphemy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Insanity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arrogance beyond comprehension.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet—none of them could deny what they had seen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His strength. His invulnerability. His command over the infernal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was something beyond them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And now you don't believe me,\" Mark said with a light chuckle, shrugging. \"Typical.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned back to Max, that same twisted grin spreading across his face again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Well then… let's get back to business, shall we?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He gestured casually toward the altar, where the crimson sword still stood buried in stone, surrounded by the flickering remnants of the shattered hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Max,\" he said, voice cold now, sharp. \"Now that I've given you everything you wanted—power, legacy, destiny…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pointed at the sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Go. Take it. Pull it out of that altar.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then his smile faded—just a little.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Or I'll kill your sweet little girlfriend.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes gleamed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Alice, right?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Max's blood froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His head snapped to the side—his gaze finding Alice, who stood paralyzed behind the protective barrier, her eyes wide with horror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The world around Max faded into silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rage erupted inside him like a tidal wave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Killing intent—cold, suffocating, absolute—poured from his body like a fog. The very ground beneath his feet began to crack and melt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His pupils narrowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His jaw clenched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Why don't you do it yourself?\" Max said, his voice sharp, eyes locked onto Mark. \"You're the god here, aren't you? You just said it yourself—you can do anything.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mark let out a quiet sigh, almost as if Max's question had been expected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"True,\" he admitted, nodding slowly. \"I am the god here. In this place, in this world… there's nothing I can't control.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He raised a single finger and pointed toward the altar—toward the crimson sword buried in stone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But,\" he continued, \"there's always an exception.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice dropped slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That sword… it's not just stuck in an altar. It's sealing a part of my soul. A fragment—cut off, locked away, buried beneath that stone.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He paused, then looked Max straight in the eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And because it's my soul—my own essence—I can't go anywhere near it. The seal repels me. If I get close, it rejects me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The room fell into stunned silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Max's eyes widened. His thoughts froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The others—the leaders who still watched, battered, frozen, helpless—stared at Mark, barely breathing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They'd all assumed the same thing: that some great evil, some ancient being, was sealed beneath the altar. That Mark was here to unleash something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this? This was worse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The soul sealed beneath the sword… belonged to Mark himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was trying to free himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Max's chest tightened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He's already this strong. And that's with part of his soul missing?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What would happen if he got that part back?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What kind of power would he wield then?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Would anything be able to stop him?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Why do you all look so surprised?\" Mark asked suddenly, his voice laced with sarcasm as he looked around. \"What—did you really think I went through all this trouble just to free someone else's soul?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He gave a small, amused laugh and shook his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You idiots.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You couldn't begin to imagine how long I've waited for this moment. Millennials. Maybe longer. Watching. Preparing. Waiting to awaken the another half of what's mine.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His smile faded a little. His gaze turned distant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don't bother asking who sealed me here, or how it's even possible,\" he added with a bitter edge. \"Yes, I'm a god. Yes, it shouldn't be possible.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked down for a moment. His voice dropped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But it happened. And it's… personal.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he looked back up, eyes cold again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And if any of you ask that question again, I might have to kill you all just to make a point.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The silence that followed was thick with dread.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then—Mark turned back to Max.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Now,\" he said, smiling again, tone light, almost cheerful. \"Go on. Pull the sword out. Do your part.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Max's brow furrowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You really expect me to believe,\" he said slowly, \"that whoever sealed you in there didn't make absolutely sure no one could just… walk in and pull the sword out?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He narrowed his eyes, gaze sharp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I mean, what if someone just stumbled in here by accident? What if they got curious, touched the sword, and freed you by mistake?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tilted his head slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Wouldn't that be a little too easy?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mark didn't reply right away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But his smile deepened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not in amusement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In something else entirely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something darker.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The one who sealed me here…\" Mark began, his voice dropping lower, heavier. \"I didn't just let him walk away.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He exhaled slowly, almost tiredly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I hurt him. Badly. Crippled him, actually. That's the only reason he fled before reinforcing the seal.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mark pointed toward the altar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But don't misunderstand—just because he left before completing the process doesn't mean anyone can just stroll in and pull out the sword.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He gestured toward the glowing forcefield surrounding the altar—the swirling, pulsing wall of dense red energy that shimmered like a living flame.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Do you see that?\" he asked, his tone sharp now. \"The altar is overflowing with infernal energy. It's protected by a forcefield made from pure condensed infernal essence. If any being—even the strongest one alive—were to step into that barrier, they wouldn't survive.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He paused for emphasis.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"They would vaporize,\" he said bluntly. \"Erased. Turned into mist. Their body, soul, and energy would be absorbed into the forcefield itself. Gone.\"\u003C\u002Fp>",1009,"2026-05-29T02:56:42.303Z","2026-06-01T04:29:01.835Z",1,"novelbin.me","8e6a7d4525000a370feab08606a1ad33424e5e57e4d5a9717090abc08e07c568","dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-10-chapter-350","dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-10-chapter-348",1648,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fdimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-10-cover.jpg"]