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Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100

Chapter 410 Dark Elf · Nov 07, 2026

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401 Chapter 401: Mother 2026-11-07
402 Chapter 402: Family 2026-11-07
403 Chapter 403: Truth about the Haunting Dream 2026-11-07
404 Chapter 404: Five Enemies 2026-11-07
405 Chapter 405: A Cruel Fate 2026-11-07
406 Chapter 406: Mother’s Embrace 2026-11-07
407 Chapter 407: Leveling up Three levels 2026-11-07
408 Chapter 408: A Wise Boy 2026-11-07
409 Chapter 409 Lucien 2026-11-07
410 Chapter 410 Dark Elf 2026-11-07
411 Chapter 411 Miracle Pond 2026-11-07
412 Chapter 412 A Crazy Idea 2026-11-07
413 Chapter 413 Twenty Days of Torment 2026-11-07
414 Chapter 414 Divine Fragments 2026-11-07
415 Chapter 415 Entering the tenth floor 2026-11-07
416 Chapter 416 Level 6 of Adept Rank 2026-11-07
417 Chapter 417 Pillar of Divine Appraisal 2026-11-07
418 Chapter 418 Going Above and Beyond 2026-11-07
419 Chapter 419 A Threat 2026-11-07
420 Chapter 420 Entering the Pillar 2026-11-07
421 Chapter 421 Trial of Concepts 2026-11-07
422 Chapter 422 A Deadly Trial 2026-11-07
423 Chapter 423 Guidance 2026-11-07
424 Chapter 424 Enlightenment 2026-11-07
425 Chapter 425 Success 2026-11-07
426 Chapter 426 Mysteries 2026-11-07
427 Chapter 427 Temple Spirit 2026-11-07
428 Chapter 428 Broken Sword Moves 2026-11-07
429 Chapter 429 Grasping Truth 2026-11-07
430 Chapter 430 Authority 2026-11-07
431 Chapter 431 Declaration of Kill 2026-11-07
432 Chapter 432 A Complicated Situation 2026-11-07
433 Chapter 433 Original Master of the Tower 2026-11-07
434 Chapter 434 A Clash of Physical Strength 2026-11-07
435 Chapter 435 A New Master 2026-11-07
436 Chapter 436 A Realm Beyond the List 2026-11-07
437 Chapter 437 A Tough Situation 2026-11-07
438 Chapter 438 Korbin, 5th Seat of Demon Race 2026-11-07
439 Chapter 439 Too Strong Max 2026-11-07
440 Chapter 440 - 440 Korbin - Dead 2026-11-07
441 Chapter 441 A Sneak Attack 2026-11-07
442 Chapter 442 End of Craig 2026-11-07
443 Chapter 443 Still not enough 2026-11-07
444 Chapter 444 A Plan Against Monarch 2026-11-07
445 Chapter 445 Chamber of Concepts 2026-11-07
446 Chapter 446 Mysterious Dark Aura 2026-11-07
447 Chapter 447: Tomb of the Sword Saint 2026-11-07
448 Chapter 448: A World of Sword Concepts 2026-11-07
449 Chapter 449: Hands on the Sword 2026-11-07
450 Chapter 450: Concept of Severing Sword 2026-11-07

410: Dark Elf

Princess Lenavira brought Max to a place unlike any he had seen in the Elf Kingdom.

As they walked through thick layers of ancient trees, the air grew still, unnaturally still—as if the forest itself were holding its breath.

Max noticed how far they had come from the bustling heart of the kingdom.

The lush greenery had faded into denser woods, where even the sunlight seemed to hesitate before filtering through.

There were no elves here.

No animals.

Not even the fluttering lights that danced through the air elsewhere in the kingdom.

The silence was heavy, almost sacred.

Eventually, they arrived at a small, serene pond nestled in the embrace of twisting roots and moss-covered rocks.

Its water was pitch black, yet shimmered faintly with a violet hue when touched by light, like it was hiding something beneath its surface.

A soft mist hung over it, cool and quiet, giving the place an eerie calm.

Max glanced around, instinctively alert.

“What is this place?” he asked.

There was no guard, no protective formation, no welcome.

It didn’t feel like somewhere he was meant to be.

“This,” Princess Lenavira began softly, her voice barely above a whisper, “is one of the most forbidden places in all of Sylvaria.

Even most elves aren’t allowed to step here without direct permission.”

She stepped closer to the edge of the pond, her gaze distant.

“This pond is called The Mirror of Shadows.

It’s not just water.

It’s… where we come when the darkness inside us threatens to consume us.

When our darker halves—rage, bloodlust, despair—begin to surface.

This is where we confront it.”

Her fingers brushed the surface of the water, sending faint ripples through it.

“It reflects not our faces, but our truths.

It forces us to see what lies beneath the calm, beneath the noble blood.

That’s why most elves fear it.

But it is also the one place where the evil energy in one’s body is naturally suppressed, brought under control.”

She turned to Max, her expression serious.

“I thought this might be the only place strong enough to help you resist the infernal energy flowing in your body.

No place else in our kingdom would hold it back.

But here… maybe, just maybe, you can tame it before it devours you.” Max stood at the edge of the pond, staring into its dark surface.

He couldn’t see his reflection.

Only ripples of violet and black, as if the water was studying him back.

“Wait a minute—how did you know I wanted to control the infernal energy?” Max asked suddenly, his eyes narrowing as he turned to face her.

There was a hint of surprise in his voice, maybe even a trace of suspicion.

He hadn’t told anyone his plan in exact words, and yet she had brought him to a place specifically suited for that very purpose.

Princess Lenavira merely smiled, a calm, knowing smile.

“News travels fast,” she said lightly, then gestured to his right arm.

“And your right hand is etched with an Infernal Demon Tattoo.

Not just any tattoo, Max—the twelfth-layered one.

The one that, according to rumors, holds the potential to help someone comprehend a domain.

I may not understand everything about infernal energy, but I figured… if someone like you bears that kind of mark, then controlling the energy it contains is your only path forward.”

Max nodded, her words making sense.

It wasn’t exactly a secret anymore—his body practically radiated infernal power.

He turned back to the pond, gazing into the eerie stillness of the dark water, then looked back at her with a curious frown.

“But I thought elves used the purest form of mana.

So what do you mean by ‘dark self’?

What darkness do elves even have to suppress if they’re born with such purity?”

Lenavira’s smile faded, replaced by a solemn expression.

Her voice grew quieter, more serious.

“That’s exactly the problem,” she said.

“We are born with the purest form of mana… and it’s a blessing, yes—but also a curse.

Unlike humans, who are used to dealing with chaos, pain, and impurity from the moment they’re born, we elves are taught to uphold harmony, serenity, and inner balance at all costs.

But when one of us falls—when we experience intense hatred, guilt, despair, rage, or killing intent—it doesn’t just pass through us like it does for humans.

It festers.

It grows.”

She turned her eyes toward the water, her reflection dancing faintly over the surface.

“Those negative emotions become seeds.

And once they take root in us, they begin to shape a darker version of ourselves—one twisted by everything we suppress.

That is the dark self.

If left unchecked, it eventually takes over completely.

And when it does…”

Her voice dropped, and she looked at Max with a heavy gaze.

“We become something else.

Not truly elf anymore.

Something corrupted.

Something dangerous.

That’s when we turn into dark elves.”

The weight of her words hung in the air between them, cold and real.

Max looked at her for a moment, then back at the pond, understanding now why even the elves feared this place.

‘So the rumors about dark elves are true after all.’ He thought.

“You have about twenty days—give or take—before you’re eligible to enter the tenth floor,” Princess Lenavira said, her sharp eyes lingering on Max.

“All thanks to your little ‘demon’ friend stirring up enough trouble to fast-track your eligibility.”

She took a step back, brushing a strand of golden-blonde hair behind her ear, and smirked playfully.

“So, I’ll be heading out.

I’ve got things to take care of.

But don’t worry—I’ll make sure to inform that red-haired girlfriend of yours.” Her smirk widened just enough to tease, but not enough to be mocking.

Max nodded quietly, not rising to the bait, but the faintest flicker of amusement flashed in his eyes.

With that, Lenavira turned and walked away, her figure disappearing between the twisting trees and silver vines that lined the path to the Mirror of Shadows.

Max stood still, the silence wrapping around him once more.

Twenty days.

That was all the time he had to master the infernal energy and make it his own.

And he knew…

every second of it would count.

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