Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100

”I am a secret member of the Black Lotus Guild. I have a task for you,” Max’s voice rang out, clear and calm, like a blade slipping beneath armor, carried on a silent thread of voice transmission that slithered past the roaring din of battle.

Even as he spoke, his body moved in a blur, scales shimmering with flashes of golden light as he evaded a claw strike from the howling Ascendant lunging toward him.

Karl looked back at Max suspiciously. Karl was the name of the expert from the Black Lotus guild.

Seeing that, a deadly glint shone in Max’s eyes as he subtly activated the unique aura of his Black Dragon Chaotic Bloodline, sending a ripple of dark, oppressive power coiling outward from his core. He held it in tight control, enough that it wouldn’t hinder his combat effectiveness, but just potent enough to reach the man battling beside him.

Karl, the Black Lotus Guild member, felt it immediately. A sudden weight slammed into his chest as though an invisible hand was gripping his heart and squeezing. His breath hitched, his black flames flickering erratically as he staggered a step, eyes going wide as he twisted his neck to stare at Max.

His entire figure trembled under the invisible pressure, sweat springing across his brow as black flames sputtered around his fists. And the most terrifying part—this monstrous pressure, this suffocating force that made the marrow in his bones quake—was coming from a mere First Level Master Rank genius.

”How... how can I believe you?” Karl rasped out, his voice laced with disbelief and barely suppressed panic as he blocked a brutal swipe from the Ascendant he was locked in battle with. His blade clanged against void-hardened claws, sparks flying in brilliant arcs as the force of the blow pushed him back a step.

Max didn’t even look at him directly, eyes locked on the Ascendant before him as his sword flickered in rapid arcs, deflecting a barrage of lethal strikes.

”Can’t you feel your bloodline being suppressed?” he transmitted coolly, his tone as sharp and precise as a knife’s edge. ”My Black Dragon Chaotic Bloodline is a source-grade bloodline. It can naturally suppress yours.” His voice turned grave. ”With enough suppression, I can make it so you will completely lose your bloodline power.”

As if to demonstrate his point, Max’s eyes glinted dangerously for an instant, and then he unleashed a surge of his bloodline power. For the barest fraction of a heartbeat, a crushing wave of darkness exploded outward from him, coiling around Karl like a giant serpent made of pure, inky blackness.

Bang!

Karl staggered violently as his flames vanished in a single sputter, extinguished as though snuffed out by a divine hand. His connection to his bloodline—the very power he relied on for both offense and defense—was suddenly gone, severed like a puppet’s strings.

His eyes widened to the size of saucers, horror clawing at his expression as he stumbled backward, barely raising his arms in time to block another swipe from the Ascendant’s claws. The impact hammered into his guard, driving him three steps back, his boots gouging trenches through the blood-soaked ground.

His face was ashen, beads of cold sweat rolling down his temples as realization dawned like a blade sliding into his chest. Because Karl wasn’t just any random expert—he was a genuine two-star genius of the Black Lotus Guild, a man who knew secrets the ordinary guild members couldn’t even guess at.

And one of those secrets was this: even among the highest-ranking elders of the Black Lotus Guild, no one possessed the power to completely extinguish another member’s bloodline. They could restrain it, suppress it slightly, exert dominance over lesser bloodlines—but to utterly sever that connection, to the point where one’s bloodline abilities vanished entirely? That was simply impossible. Unthinkable.

Yet Max had done it—to him, a two-star genius—without even breaking a sweat.

Karl’s mind reeled, spinning with fear and confusion, because what this meant was simple and terrifying: Max’s Black Dragon Chaotic Bloodline wasn’t just a high-ranking bloodline. It was something beyond their guild’s control, something so fundamentally superior that it could turn the power of the Black Lotus Guild itself into dust with a single thought.

”All right. I believe you. What do you want?” Karl finally transmitted back, his voice taut but resigned, his eyes still wide with the memory of how easily his bloodline had been snuffed out like a candle.

Even as he spoke, his battered body flared once more with black flames, coiling around his limbs and shimmering like sinister black silk as he braced himself against the next onslaught from the Ascendant he was battling.

Max’s lips curved into a subtle, satisfied smile as he angled his body to parry another vicious swipe from his own Ascendant opponent. Sparks burst outward as their blades clashed, but his mind was entirely focused on Karl’s voice in his ear. ”I want you to completely cover the entire Second Circle battlefield with your black flames—but don’t burn anything. Can you do that?” His tone was cool, businesslike, the same way one might discuss moving chess pieces on a board.

”The entire Second Circle battlefield?” Karl echoed, his brow furrowing deeply, eyes darting around at the sprawling chaos all around them. Explosions of power rocked the ground as Ascendants and high-ranking cultivators fought tooth and nail, their roars and shouts drowning beneath the constant thunder of combat.

Blood spattered the churned ground, bodies littered the trenches, and the thick stench of scorched void energy hung heavy in the air. To cover this entire vast space with flames was no trivial feat.

”What?” Max shot back sharply as he twisted his body to evade a claw strike that smashed into the earth, sending rocks flying like shrapnel. ”You can’t do it?”

”No... it isn’t that.” Karl lifted a hand to wipe sweat and blood from his brow, even as black fire crackled violently around his fists. ”I’m just curious... why?”

”Don’t think too much. Just do what I told you to do.” Max’s voice grew colder, snapping with authority. His gaze never left his own monstrous opponent, sword flashing as he forced the Ascendant back with a flurry of blinding golden slashes.