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Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100

Chapter 255: Bloodline Surpassing A Progenitor? · Oct 05, 2026

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Chapter List (2046)

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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 255: Bloodline Surpassing A Progenitor?

”Havenʼt the Saintess already told you that my bloodline can suppress yours?”

His tone wasnʼt mocking or arrogant.

Just curious.

Because something wasnʼt adding up.

The Old Saintess sighed, exhaling slowly as if forcing herself to remain composed.

Her expression was a strange mix of emotions—shock, confusion, and something else… something almost resembling fear.

Then, she spoke.

”You donʼt understand, kid.”

Her voice remained calm, but the gravity behind it was unmistakable.

”The ability to suppress others with the same bloodline isnʼt unheard of.”

”ʼBut it only works when the one suppressing is stronger than the one being suppressed.ʼ”

Maxʼs eyes narrowed slightly.

That… made sense.

If two people shared the same lineage, then naturally, the one with greater power should be able to exert dominance over the other.

It was a fundamental rule of bloodline suppression.

But then—

The Old Saintess locked eyes with him.

Her dark, solemn gaze bore into him like an immovable truth.

”And what you just did? It ʼbrokeʼ that rule.”

The room fell into silence.

Maxʼs brows furrowed.

”You, who are barely an ant compared to me in strength, not only suppressed my bloodline… but ʼforced me to kneel.ʼ”

The words hit like a hammer to the chest.

He hadnʼt considered it before.

To him, suppression had seemed natural—the logical result of his bloodline being superior.

But now?

Now he was being told that such a thing should have been impossible.

The Old Saintess continued, her voice laced with disbelief.

”That should be ʼimpossible.ʼ”

A pause.

Then, in a lower, almost uncertain voice—

”Even someone with the Progenitor Bloodline, if they were stronger than me, could barely suppress me.”

”But they ʼwould notʼ be able to make me kneel ʼunlessʼ their power was overwhelmingly greater.”

She inhaled, her fingers tightening slightly on the armrest of her chair.

”And yet… you did it. With ease.”

Max was stunned.

The pieces werenʼt fitting together.

He had assumed that his bloodline was simply superior, that it was natural for him to have a greater effect on those who shared a weaker version of it.

But no.

There were rules.

Rules that dictated how bloodlines interacted.

Rules that he had just shattered.

His gaze lowered to his hands.

His fingers flexed slightly.

ʼWhat exactly was this bloodline?ʼ

The one he obtained in an F-rank dungeon.

Something that had seemed so insignificant at the time.

And yet—

It had just proven itself to be something beyond comprehension.

Klaus let out a slow exhale, his lips curling into a wry smile.

”Any questions you have about your bloodline… can be answered inside the ʼInheritance Towerʼ.”

He paused for a moment, then added,

”But let me tell you this, Max—you are ʼprobablyʼ the only individual in existence with a bloodline so potent that it could make ʼevery single personʼ in our guild submit to you.”

Max remained expressionless, his face an unreadable mask.

But inside?

He was thinking.

Hard.

Powerful enough to make an entire guild kneel?

To some, that would be the ultimate gift. A chance to build an empire, to command absolute loyalty, to bend an organization to their will.

But that wasnʼt his goal.

He had never cared about ruling.

Never wanted to build a power structure.

His path had always been about one thing—strength.

Becoming strong enough to protect what mattered.

To reunite with his family.

And yet—

The thought lingered.

ʼThough… having a power I could trust blindly isnʼt a bad thing.ʼ

A weapon like that could be… useful.

The Old Saintess leaned back slightly in her chair, her gaze sharp and steady.

”Go and enter the ʼInheritance Towerʼ,” she ordered.

Her tone wasnʼt forceful.

But it left no room for refusal.

”Letʼs see what floor your bloodline allows you to reach.”

Max remained silent.

But his curiosity was piqued.

The Inheritance Tower—

A structure that had stood for centuries, housing the legacy of their bloodline.

A test.

A gauge.

To measure what he truly was.

The Old Saintess continued, her voice taking on a more deliberate tone.

”The tower has a total of ʼseven floorsʼ. Each bloodline determines how far one can ascend.”

A pause.

Then—

”Only those with the ʼProgenitor Bloodlineʼ can step into the ʼsixth floorʼ.”

Maxʼs eyes flickered slightly.

Progenitor Bloodline.

That was supposed to be the pinnacle of their lineage.

And yet—he had suppressed even that.

The Old Saintess pressed on.

”The ʼSaintessʼ of each generation—like myself and Little Callie—can only enter the ʼfifth floorʼ.”

A brief silence settled in the room.

Then—

”As for the rest of the guild?”

Her lips curled slightly.

”Their bloodline dictates their limit, allowing them to access floors ʼone to fourʼ at most.”

Then, her gaze locked onto him.

There was something hungry in her eyes now.

Not greed.

Not malice.

Curiosity.

The kind that came when a relic of the past stood before something beyond their understanding.

”Iʼm eager to see just ʼhow farʼ your bloodline will take you.”

Max exhaled.

He wasnʼt someone who easily entertained expectations.

But now—even he wanted to know.

There was only one way to find out.

He would enter.

At that moment, the Old Saintess called out softly—

”Little Callie.”

The door to the hut creaked open.

A familiar figure stepped inside.

Callie stood there—composed, unreadable, as always.

Her sharp eyes flickered toward Max—just for a brief moment—before she returned her attention to the Old Saintess.

The elderʼs voice remained gentle, yet commanding.

”Take Max to the ʼInheritance Towerʼ.”

A pause.

Then—

”Let him enter and see for himself.”

Callie bowed slightly in acknowledgment.

”Yes, Master.”

No hesitation. No unnecessary words.

She turned, her movements precise, and motioned for Max to follow.

Max stood still for a fraction of a second.

Then, he stepped forward.

His mind was already turning over the possibilities.

ʼSeven floors…ʼ

ʼThe Progenitor Bloodline reaches the sixth…ʼ

ʼThen what lies beyond that?ʼ

He didnʼt believe in coincidences.

If there were seven floors—but even the most powerful bloodline bearers could only step onto the sixth—

Then what was waiting on the seventh?

Something sealed? Forgotten? Forbidden?

Or something that no one had ever reached?

His expression remained calm, but inside—

Inside, his curiosity burned.

Without another word, he followed Callie out of the hut, stepping once again into the looming shadow of the great ʼInheritance Towerʼ.

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