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Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100

Chapter 256: Bloodline Treasure · 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 256: Bloodline Treasure

As soon as Callie led Max out of the hut, a deep silence settled over the small wooden room.

Only Klaus and the Old Saintess remained, the weight of what had just happened still lingering in the air.

Klaus let out a long breath, running a hand through his hair.

”That was nerve-wracking.”

His usual composure was nowhere to be found.

Instead, his hands still trembled slightly, a lingering effect of the suppression that had forced them to their knees.

Even after Max had withdrawn his bloodline pressure, the feeling hadnʼt left.

”Even after he withdrew the suppression, I could still ʼfeelʼ it.”

His voice was low, almost a whisper.

”My instincts kept screaming at me, telling me to submit… That wasnʼt just powerful—it was ʼunnaturalʼ.”

He turned toward the Old Saintess, expecting to find her usual composed wisdom.

But—

She was staring into space, her expression dark, distant.

A look he had rarely—if ever—seen from her.

Klausʼs frown deepened.

”Whatʼs wrong?”

The Old Saintess remained silent.

Seconds passed.

Then—

Finally, she spoke.

”Nothing…”

But her voice was hollow, detached.

And Klaus knew—it was a lie.

Another pause.

Then—

She muttered, almost to herself—

”His bloodline… it reminded me of something.”

Klausʼs eyes narrowed.

”Of what?”

A deep exhale.

As if she was debating whether to even speak it aloud.

Then—

Her next words sent a chill down his spine.

”Of the ʼforbidden bloodline treasureʼ I brought back to the Lower Domain.”

Klausʼs breath hitched.

His eyes widened in shock.

”ʼThatʼ thing?”

His voice was barely above a whisper.

A relic they were never supposed to touch.

The Old Saintess nodded, her expression grave.

”I am wondering… if Maxʼs bloodline originated from that treasure.”

Klausʼs reaction was immediate.

”No. Thatʼs impossible.”

His voice was firm, rejecting the idea outright.

But beneath that certainty, there was something else.

Something uneasy.

Something afraid.

”Millions—ʼbillionsʼ—of people have tried to claim that bloodline over countless years.”

His words carried the weight of history.

”Every single one of them turned to ʼbonesʼ the moment they attempted to absorb it.”

A pause.

His voice lowered, his hands clenching.

”Not a single soul has ever survived its awakening since the days of the ʼBlack Dragon Palace.ʼ”

And then—

A whisper of something close to fear crept in.

”That bloodline in the ʼsealed boxʼ wasnʼt a blessing… it was a ʼdisaster.ʼ A ʼcurse.ʼ”

His gaze darkened.

”You were the only one who ever believed it could be harnessed.”

The Old Saintess remained silent.

Her fingers tightened around the armrest of her chair.

Memories surfaced.

Memories of what that box contained.

If Max had truly inherited ʼthatʼ bloodline…

Then what exactly had he become?

The Old Saintess finally spoke, her voice quiet but heavy.

”You do remember that the ʼboxʼ was stolen by one of our previous guild leaders, donʼt you?”

Klaus nodded, his expression tense.

”Yeah, I remember. What about it?”

The Old Saintess met his gaze.

And in her eyes—

There was a truth far more terrifying than anything Klaus had imagined.

A faint smile tugged at the Old Saintessʼs lips, but her expression remained indecipherable.

”Well, it wasnʼt stolen because I failed to protect it.”

Klausʼs brows furrowed slightly.

A strange feeling crept up his spine.

”What are you trying to say?”

Something about her tone—

Something about this entire conversation—

Didnʼt feel right.

The Old Saintess leaned back, her fingers lightly tapping the armrest, as if lost in thought.

Then, she said it.

”I ʼallowedʼ it to be stolen.”

Silence.

The weight of those words hung in the air like a suffocating mist.

Klaus stiffened.

His frown deepened, his mind running through a thousand possibilities.

”What?”

His voice came out low. Controlled.

Like a man piecing together a conspiracy in real time.

The Old Saintess continued, her tone measured.

”For millennia, not a single person—not even a ʼSaintessʼ—was able to claim the bloodline within that box.”

A pause.

”It was untouchable. Even when we attempted every possible method, ʼeveryoneʼ failed. No one was chosen.”

She met Klausʼs gaze, her voice carrying the weight of centuries.

”So, after countless meetings and deliberations, we reached a conclusion—”

A beat.

Then—

”We donʼt choose the bloodline.

The bloodline chooses us.”

Klausʼs expression darkened.

The implications of those words settled like a storm in the room.

If that bloodline had chosen Max…

Then he wasnʼt just strong.

He wasnʼt just unusual.

He was something beyond what they had ever prepared for.

The Old Saintessʼs voice carried the weight of old regrets.

”When I came to the ʼLower Domainʼ,” she continued, ”I brought the ʼbloodline treasureʼ with me. My hope was that one of the great geniuses of our guild—someone worthy—would earn its recognition.”

She exhaled softly.

”But I was ʼnaïveʼ.”

Her tone shifted, turning solemn—almost bitter.

”You saw it with your own eyes, Klaus. You saw what happened to those who tried to absorb that bloodline.”

Klausʼs jaw tightened, memories clawing their way back to the surface.

He remembered.

How could he ever forget?

It had been a time of desperation.

The Black Lotus Guild, once an untouchable shadow force, was losing ground.

The leadership had seen only one solution—

Unlock the power of the ʼbloodline treasureʼ.

One by one, countless prodigies stepped forward.

The most gifted elders, the brightest warriors, the strongest assassins.

All of them—eager, determined, fearless.

All of them—reduced to charred remains within seconds.

Klaus had stood among the spectators, a young warrior at the time, barely scratching the surface of true power.

He had seen their bodies ignite, their skin peeling away, their souls vanishing as if they had never existed.

Even the strongest among them, the ones who had touched the peak of power—

They burned.

Nothing left behind but blackened bones and the stench of death.

He was also given the chance to absorb the bloodline.

But unlike many he refused politely when he saw the deaths it brought.

And then—

The theft.

It happened years later, but the moment was seared into history.

The entire guild had been thrown into chaos.

Word spread like wildfire throughout Dark Heaven—

The ʼbloodline treasureʼ had been stolen.

And along with it—

The Guild Leader had vanished.

It hadnʼt taken a genius to piece together the truth.

But now—hearing it from the Old Saintess herself—

Klaus finally understood.

This had never been a failure of security.

This had never been an act of betrayal.

She had let it happen.

And now—

That same forbidden bloodline had surfaced inside Max.

And he—he alone had survived.

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