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Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100

Chapter 253: Old Saintess · Oct 05, 2026

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251 Chapter 251: A Hidden City 2026-10-05
252 Chapter 252: Callie Bringer 2026-10-05
253 Chapter 253: Old Saintess 2026-10-05
254 Chapter 254: Inheritance Tower 2026-10-05
255 Chapter 255: Bloodline Surpassing A Progenitor? 2026-10-05
256 Chapter 256: Bloodline Treasure 2026-10-05
257 Chapter 257: Source Bloodline 2026-10-05
258 Chapter 258: Betrayal Means Death 2026-10-05
259 Chapter 259: Inheritance 2026-10-05
260 Chapter 260: Miracle 2026-10-05
261 Chapter 261: A Path Unique to Max 2026-10-05
262 Chapter 262: Benefits of Inheritance 2026-10-05
263 Chapter 263: Dragon Scales Transformation 2026-10-05
264 Chapter 264: Good to have Someone Else Do the Small Things 2026-10-05
265 Chapter 265: History of Nulls 2026-10-05
266 Chapter 266: History of Ascendants 2026-10-05
267 Chapter 267: All Skills at Legendary Rank 2026-10-05
268 Chapter 268: Third Condition 2026-10-05
269 Chapter 269: To The West 2026-10-05
270 Chapter 270: Sun Palace 2026-10-05
271 Chapter 271: Resting Chamber 2026-10-05
272 Chapter 272: Illusion of Bloodline 2026-10-05
273 Chapter 273: Rumors 2026-10-05
274 Chapter 274: Her Feelings 2026-10-05
275 Chapter 275: Arrival 2026-10-05
276 Chapter 276: Exploded 2026-10-05
277 Chapter 277: A Punch 2026-10-05
278 Chapter 278: Aelricʼs True Strength 2026-10-05
279 Chapter 279: Slaps 2026-10-05
280 Chapter 280: Overwhelming Power 2026-10-05
281 Chapter 281: Soul Weapon 2026-10-05
282 Chapter 282: Fearful Anton 2026-10-05
283 Chapter 283: Secret Hideout 2026-10-05
284 Chapter 284: Truth 2026-10-05
285 Chapter 285: A bit of talk 2026-10-05
286 Chapter 286: Leaving Alice 2026-10-05
287 Chapter 287: Meeting Crown Prince Aelric 2026-10-05
288 Chapter 288: Meeting Amelia and Revenna 2026-10-05
289 Chapter 289: Start of the Banquet 2026-10-05
290 Chapter 290: Significance of Mourning Depths 2026-10-05
291 Chapter 291: Must for Seeker Rank 2026-10-05
292 Chapter 292: Branch of the Black Lotus Guild 2026-10-05
293 Chapter 293: Divine Palace 2026-10-05
294 Chapter 294: Bone Frame 2026-10-05
295 Chapter 295: Infernal Demon Tattoo 2026-10-05
296 Chapter 296: Into the Divine Palace 2026-10-05
297 Chapter 297: Palace Master Hugh 2026-10-05
298 Chapter 298: Making a fool one self 2026-10-05
299 Chapter 299: Reason 2026-10-05
300 Chapter 300: Azula 2026-10-05

Chapter 253: Old Saintess

Max acknowledged him with a small nod—but his attention was elsewhere.

His gaze shifted toward the old woman.

Something about her made him hesitate.

Perhaps it was the way she sat—completely at ease, yet carrying the weight of someone who had watched lifetimes pass before her.

Still, he spoke.

”And you are?”

A sudden cough from Klaus.

”Max—”

He barely got the word out before—

SLAP!

A sharp sting ran through Maxʼs palm.

His brain stalled.

ʼWhat the hell?ʼ

The old lady had smacked his hand.

The strike wasnʼt just fast—it was perfectly timed, impossibly precise.

”Thatʼs how you talk to an old lady?” she scolded, her tone unimpressed, almost bored.

”Donʼt you know how to respect your elders?”

Maxʼs eye twitched.

Even with 300 Dragon Scales reinforcing his body—he ʼfeltʼ that slap.

This wasnʼt just an ordinary elder.

This woman had technique.

For the first time, he took a proper look at her.

Long black hair streaked with white. Wrinkles tracing across her face.

But her eyes—dead calm.

Emotionless. Unshaken. Unreadable.

They werenʼt eyes that held rage, amusement, or arrogance.

They were eyes that had seen too much.

Perhaps even everything.

Max rubbed his palm, suppressing the urge to curse aloud.

Fine.

If that was how she wanted to play it—

He straightened his posture, his voice even.

His voice polite.

”I am Max. Itʼs nice to meet you.”

Then—

SMACK!

Pain flared through his other hand.

Another perfectly placed slap.

Maxʼs teeth clenched.

What. The. Hell.

The old woman clicked her tongue.

”Kids these days,” she muttered, shaking her head in clear disappointment.

”They just donʼt know how to respect their elders.”

Max exhaled slowly.

His palms burned, a low sting pulsing through his skin.

His mind was a storm of disbelief.

ʼThis old hag!ʼ

He wanted to say something. To protest.

But some deep, instinctual survival sense warned him—

If he talked back, heʼd get slapped again.

So, for now—

He endured.

The old woman leaned forward, her piercing gaze locking onto Max like a predator sizing up prey.

For the first time since entering, he felt it—a shift in the air.

A presence so heavy, so absolute, that the very space around her seemed to thicken.

”I am the Old Saintess of the Black Lotus Guild,” she said, her voice even, yet carrying a weight that left no room for doubt.

”And you have already met the current Saintess, so letʼs not waste time. Letʼs get straight to the topic.”

Maxʼs frown deepened.

Saintess?

Callie?

The word echoed in his mind.

He had no idea what she was talking about.

Noticing his confusion, Klaus chuckled lightly.

His stance remained relaxed, but his tone carried an unmistakable reverence.

”Max, our Black Lotus Guild has existed in this world for a very, very long time.”

He spoke as if recounting a fact of nature—an undeniable truth.

”We have seen the birth of Sovereigns and Emperors, watched their rise, their fall, their ascensions, and their ultimate declines.”

Maxʼs expression didnʼt shift, but inwardly—he was listening.

Carefully.

Because if what they were saying was true—

Then the Black Lotus Guild wasnʼt just another powerful underground faction.

They were something else entirely.

Klaus continued, his voice steady, his words carrying the weight of history.

”Because of our history, our ways of power may seem a bit… traditional.”

At that, the Old Saintess shot him a glare so sharp it could cut through steel.

”Traditional?” she echoed, her tone laced with irritation.

The air seemed to grow colder.

”You young ones just donʼt understand the importance of traditions.”

Klaus coughed awkwardly, shifting slightly but refusing to be thrown off track.

”A long time ago, our guild wasnʼt even a guild.”

He paused.

Then—his next words came with deliberate weight.

”It was a power known as the ʼBlack Dragon Palaceʼ.”

Maxʼs brows furrowed.

He had never heard of it.

Black Dragon Palace.

There was something about the name. Something that felt too ancient, too distant.

Klaus continued, his voice growing more solemn.

”But as the world changed, so did we. We adapted, evolving both inside and out.”

His words settled in the dimly lit room, each syllable carrying the weight of something far older than any empire.

Then, after a beat, he added—

”To the outside world, we are just another guild, one of the many forces in the East Region.”

A slight pause.

Then—his next words shook Max to the core.

”But the truth is—we existed long before the four great families and the five top guilds were even a thing.”

Maxʼs eyes narrowed slightly.

Before the four super families? Before the five strongest guilds?

That wasnʼt just a claim.

That was a rewriting of history.

Max had always known that the Black Lotus Guild operated in secrecy, its movements unseen, its influence stretching into places others dared not reach.

But this?

This was something else entirely.

This wasnʼt just an old guild with deep roots.

This was an ancient force, one that had deliberately hidden its true strength.

And the bigger question?

Why?

Why had a power this old remained in the shadows?

Max exhaled slowly, processing every word.

The Black Lotus Guild—or rather, the Black Dragon Palace—wasnʼt just another faction.

It was a relic of a forgotten era.

And relics only stayed hidden for one reason.

Because their existence threatened the present.

Maxʼs eyes narrowed, his mind racing.

Then, the question surfaced.

A question so absurd, so unbelievable, that even saying it felt surreal.

”Does that mean… you experienced the war from ten thousand years ago?”

His voice held an edge of disbelief, his eyes locked onto the Old Saintess, searching—for what, he wasnʼt sure.

The room fell into silence for a fraction of a second.

Then—

A low chuckle.

Not just amusement.

Disdain.

The Old Saintess shook her head, lips curling slightly.

”Experienced it?”

The way she said it sent a chill down his spine.

Then—

”Heh. I ʼfoughtʼ in that war myself.”

The world seemed to slow.

Maxʼs breath hitched.

His mind reeled, grasping at logic, at reason, at anything that made sense.

”You ʼfoughtʼ in the war?”

He barely recognized his own voice.

A slight tremor.

An involuntary reaction to the sheer weight of those words.

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