Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100

Greyjin, though, looked like his plan had worked. He’d been trying to provoke Max, and now Max had willingly added a personal wager on top of it. In his eyes, this was no different from someone handing him Bronze Marks before he even beat them.

”If you really want to give me three hundred Bronze Marks, how could I refuse?” Greyjin said with a cold smile. ”I accept your bet.”

The Battle Space registration platform reacted immediately. A bronze light dropped from above and connected to the marks on Max and Greyjin’s wrists. The wager got recognized instantly, and a new line appeared beneath the third battle notice.

[Third Battle: Max Voidwalker of the Primordial Universe against Greyjin of the Dragon Race.]

[Personal Wager: Three hundred Bronze Marks.]

The moment those words appeared in the projection, the plaza erupted again.

”A Law Manifestation Realm cultivator’s betting three hundred Bronze Marks against a Divine Lord Realm dragon?”

”He’s either insane or hiding something.”

”What could he possibly hide with that cultivation?”

”Don’t forget, the first two Primordial newcomers weren’t simple either.”

”True, but this one’s different. His realm’s way too low.”

On the raised platform, Shreya’s gaze moved toward Max again. This time, she looked at him a little longer.

Bregor also stared at Max, his expression turning more thoughtful. He’d let Greyjin provoke Max, but now that the bet had gotten accepted so easily, something felt slightly off to him. Max was too calm. Even mocked, doubted, and challenged in front of the whole crowd, his expression hadn’t shifted at all.

Daniel noticed Bregor’s expression and smiled faintly. ”Worried?”

Bregor snorted. ”A 1st level Law Manifestation Realm cultivator can’t beat Greyjin.”

”Then there’s nothing to worry about,” Daniel said.

Bregor narrowed his eyes but didn’t respond.

Anna stood beside Max and slowly shook her head. In her mind, Max had truly gone too far this time. Even with the Battle Space protecting his life, losing three hundred Bronze Marks right after entering the Godslayer’s Pilgrimage would be a painful lesson.

Worse, if he lost badly in front of this many people, every race in Bloodstone City would remember him as the arrogant Law Manifestation Realm newcomer who overestimated himself.

She sighed deeply. ”Just admit defeat if you can’t handle it.”

Max smiled. ”I’ll remember that.”

Anna frowned. ”Why does that sound like you won’t remember it at all?”

Max didn’t answer.

The runes around the Battle Space began to shine. A circular formation opened beneath Greyjin first. He stepped into it with a cold smile, his golden pupils locked on Max.

”I’ll make this quick,” Greyjin said. ”Since this is the Battle Space, you won’t actually die, but I promise you’ll remember the pain.”

Max walked toward the second formation, his expression staying calm. ”Then try,” he said.

The crowd grew louder as he stepped onto the glowing runes. Anna looked at him with worry, Daniel watched with faint curiosity, Damian smiled quietly, and Revona’s eyes carried interest.

On the Dragon Race side, Greyjin’s companions already looked like they were waiting for an easy win. The devils laughed, the angels watched in silence, and the Spirit Race members whispered softly among themselves.

Then both formations flashed. Max and Greyjin vanished from the plaza at the same time.

Above the Battle Space, the enormous projection brightened once more. Two figures appeared inside the virtual arena. One was Greyjin, a Dragon Race genius at the 1st level of the Divine Lord Realm. The other was Max Voidwalker, a Primordial newcomer at the 1st level of the Law Manifestation Realm.

The third battle was about to begin.

A countdown appeared before them.

Ten. Nine. Eight.

The crowd outside grew louder. Many Dragon Race members were already smiling coldly, while some devils laughed openly. Even a few neutral spectators shook their heads seeing Max stand there so calmly. In their eyes, this battle had already lost all suspense.

No matter how strange Max seemed, the gap between the Law Manifestation Realm and the Divine Lord Realm ran too vast. On top of that, Greyjin wasn’t an ordinary Divine Lord Realm cultivator. He was a Dragon Race genius, and his physical body alone was enough to crush plenty of opponents at the same level.

Three. Two. One. Zero.

The battle began.

Greyjin moved immediately. Just like Virgil and Aldric before him, he didn’t bother testing Max slowly. The moment the countdown vanished, his dragon bloodline erupted with terrifying force. Gray-black scales spread across his body, covering his arms, chest, neck, and face like natural armor.

His muscles expanded, his fingers turned into sharp claws, and a thick dragon tail appeared behind him, striking the ground hard enough to crack the arena floor. His golden pupils narrowed into vertical slits, and his entire aura turned brutal, heavy, and full of savage confidence.

Half-Dragon Transformation.

But Greyjin didn’t stop there. Before anyone could even finish reacting to his transformation, a deeper, more violent power surged out from his body. The air around him distorted, and a massive phantom appeared behind him.

It was a gray-black dragon covered in jagged scales, with a pair of cold golden eyes that seemed to look down on everything beneath it. Around that dragon phantom, countless fragments of stone, metal, and dark energy began rotating like a collapsing storm.

A terrifying Pseudo Cosmic Path aura spread across the arena.

Outside the Battle Space, the crowd exploded into shocked voices.

”He’s using his Pseudo Cosmic Path right from the start?”

”Is Greyjin insane? He’s not even testing him.”

”He really wants to crush that Law Manifestation Realm Primordial in one move.”

”That’s too ruthless. Even though no one dies in the Battle Space, the pain and humiliation will still feel real.”

The Dragon Race members sneered with satisfaction.

”That’s how it should be.”

”A weakling who dares to mock the Dragon Race deserves to get crushed immediately.”

”Greyjin’s going to end this before that Primordial brat even understands what happened.”

On the Primordial side, Anna’s expression changed at once. ”That bastard,” she said through gritted teeth. ”He’s really going all out from the start.”

Daniel’s eyes narrowed slightly, and even Damian and Revona turned more serious. They both understood what it meant for a Dragon Race genius to combine Half-Dragon Transformation with a Pseudo Cosmic Path.

Aldric had only used that kind of power near the end of his fight with Damian, but Greyjin was using it right away. He wasn’t fighting to win normally. He was trying to destroy Max’s confidence in the most direct way possible.