[{"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-350":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},130948,198,"Chapter 350 350: Evil Sword","dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-10-chapter-350",350,"\u003Cp>Mark sighed deeply, as if burdened by a weight no one else could carry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It's my fault,\" he admitted, lowering his gaze. \"From the moment my soul was sealed, it started releasing infernal energy. Unconsciously. Constantly. It's never stopped—not for a single moment.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He clutched his head suddenly, grimacing. \"It's still happening. Right now, as we speak, my soul is leaking infernal energy into the world.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mark looked back at the altar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And over the centuries… that energy built up. It formed that forcefield. It's the densest concentration of infernal energy in the entire Mourning Depths.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked around at the silent crowd, voice grim.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Anyone who tries to step inside that field—poof. Gone. Just like that.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then his eyes settled on Max.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That's when I had an idea,\" Mark said slowly, a flicker of pride returning to his tone. \"The Infernal Demon Tattoo. I created the concept. Designed it from scratch. Layer after layer. Painstakingly. All with one goal—to eventually reach the twelve-layered state. Because only that… only a body enhanced with twelve layers of infernal demon energy could survive stepping through that forcefield.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked at the others—those who had once followed him, trusted him, feared him. Then he shook his head with mock pity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I know what you're thinking. It was a ridiculous amount of effort. Centuries of preparation. Endless failure. Waiting forever for the right candidate to finally be born.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He smirked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But don't feel sorry for me, alright?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice turned almost casual.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Because my soul is about to be free.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then, with a slow snap of his fingers, he added:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And once that happens… everyone gets to go home. Just like that.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But there was something behind that smile—something cold, something ancient, something hungry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Max knew, deep down, that if that soul was ever freed…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one was going anywhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You all still don't believe me?\" Mark's voice cracked the silence. His shoulders slumped, the weight of divine arrogance crumbling into mock disappointment. \"I'm a god, for fuck's sake. What do I even want with mortals? With ants?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the hall remained silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one responded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not a single soul moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fear in their eyes said it all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one trusted him. Not anymore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mark shook his head slowly, as if pitying their ignorance, then turned his gaze back to Max.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Go ahead,\" he said. \"Pull out the sword. Everything's ready.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Max took a deep breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then, just as doubt flickered across his face, a familiar voice echoed softly in his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Go ahead and do it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was Blob. Calm, steady.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Whatever happens, we'll face it together.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Max closed his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a moment—just one—he stood still, his breathing slow, heavy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he opened them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His expression was steel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Alright,\" he said quietly, then turned to Mark. \"I'll do it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice sharpened like a blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But if you so much as touch Alice… god or not, I'll find a way to kill you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mark grinned, amused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh, I'm trembling,\" he said mockingly, pressing a hand to his chest in faux fear. \"Now go ahead before I get bored and do exactly what you warned me not to.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Max shot him a glare but said nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned back toward the altar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And began walking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hall fell silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every breath caught. Every eye locked on him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Max… was really going to pull out the sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Step by step, he moved toward the altar, his figure passing through the flickering remnants of golden flames, cracked stone, and scorched floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then—he stopped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Right in front of it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sword stood embedded in the altar, glowing faintly in the middle of the swirling mist. Its blade was blood-red, as if forged from congealed infernal essence itself. Thick fog of energy circled it like a storm trapped in glass.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Max lifted his right hand slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He reached toward the forcefield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His hand passed through it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No resistance. No pain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just… smooth passage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mark's eyes narrowed from behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was watching. Waiting. Expecting something—anything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But nothing happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seconds ticked by.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Max's hand remained inside the barrier—untouched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unharmed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mark blinked in disbelief, then broke into a wide grin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Well, look at that,\" he said, chuckling. \"Max, whatever kind of physique you've got, it's perfectly compatible with infernal energy. No matter how concentrated.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He shook his head, laughing softly in surprise. \"Your affinity is even higher than mine. That's… honestly messed up.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He added with a smirk, \"It means you don't even need the twelve-layer infernal demon tattoo to walk into that forcefield. You'd be fine either way.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Max's face darkened at the realization. He said nothing, jaw tight, but his fingers curled slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He took a step forward—and passed fully into the field.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not even a scratch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the contrary… the energy that swirled around him felt welcoming. Warm. Soothing. Like a blanket of fire that embraced, rather than burned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Damn it…' Max cursed internally, feeling the power humming through the air. 'I could probably level up just by breathing this in.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind him, Mark let out a wild, unrestrained laugh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"HAHAHAHA! Go on, Max! Go ahead and pull it out! This is it!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Max ignored him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He moved up the altar's stairs, each step echoing like a war drum.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He reached the top.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stood face-to-face with the sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the moment he drew close—something changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Voices.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whispers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They slithered into his ears, quiet at first. Then louder. More violent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I will kill you…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Die!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Murder! Slaughter!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pressure settled over his mind. Cold. Heavy. Violent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An overwhelming urge suddenly gripped him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To kill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To burn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To destroy everything and everyone in sight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Max stumbled, clutching his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His vision blurred.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His thoughts twisted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The whispers turned into screams.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Kill!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Kill!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"KILL!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>KILL!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The force of the rage slammed into him like a tidal wave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His chest heaved. Muscles tensed. His hand trembled at his side, fingers twitching with the desire to end something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It felt… good.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hunger to destroy clawed at the edges of his sanity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The world around him faded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And for one terrifying moment—Max felt himself slipping.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Consumed by killing intent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Swallowed by darkness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then—\u003C\u002Fp>",1041,"2026-05-29T02:56:42.303Z","2026-06-01T04:29:01.835Z",1,"novelbin.me","d820452ebf14ed786ad61d4780002bf2133cd8cf49ff9e0ea484c5c386cdaadd","dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-10-chapter-651","dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-10-chapter-349",1648,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fdimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-10-cover.jpg"]