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Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100

Chapter 282: Fearful Anton · Oct 05, 2026

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151 Chapter 151: The Result 2026-10-05
152 Chapter 152: Unfathomable Amelia 2026-10-05
153 Chapter 153: Space Aura 2026-10-05
154 Chapter 154: Four Seed Candidates 2026-10-05
155 Chapter 155: Arthur Gale 2026-10-05
156 Chapter 156: Power of Mist 2026-10-05
157 Chapter 157: Drag Sword 2026-10-05
158 Chapter 158: A Miracle? 2026-10-05
159 Chapter 159: Horizon Split 2026-10-05
160 Chapter 160: Arthurʼs Vow 2026-10-05
161 Chapter 161: Mad Sword 2026-10-05
162 Chapter 162: Asha Taking Action 2026-10-05
163 Chapter 163: You Bore Me 2026-10-05
164 Chapter 164: Madness Overloaded 2026-10-05
165 Chapter 165: Crown Prince Aelric 2026-10-05
166 Chapter 166: An Opportunity 2026-10-05
167 Chapter 167: Aelric Crying? 2026-10-05
168 Chapter 168: Strongest in the Adept Rank 2026-10-05
169 Chapter 169: Affinity of Space 2026-10-05
170 Chapter 170: Space Aura 2026-10-05
171 Chapter 171: Three Dimensional Body 2026-10-05
172 Chapter 172: Absolute Defense 2026-10-05
173 Chapter 173: Strongest in the Adept Rank? Max? 2026-10-05
174 Chapter 174: A Battle to Determine the Strongest 2026-10-05
175 Chapter 175: Intense Battle 2026-10-05
176 Chapter 176: An Eerie Voice 2026-10-05
177 Chapter 177: Last Chance 2026-10-05
178 Chapter 178: Lost? 2026-10-05
179 Chapter 179: Shall We Begin? 2026-10-05
180 Chapter 180: Null, A Vesper 2026-10-05
181 Chapter 181: Unbelievable Strength 2026-10-05
182 Chapter 182: Devouring Soul 2026-10-05
183 Chapter 183: Lightning is the only way 2026-10-05
184 Chapter 184: History of Nulls 2026-10-05
185 Chapter 185: Fifth Floor 2026-10-05
186 Chapter 186: Return to the Soul Palace 2026-10-05
187 Chapter 187: Chain of Eternal life 2026-10-05
188 Chapter 188: Futile 2026-10-05
189 Chapter 189: Last Move 2026-10-05
190 Chapter 190: Soul Force Overflowing 2026-10-05
191 Chapter 191: A Unique Physique? 2026-10-05
192 Chapter 192: Transformation of Soul Force 2026-10-05
193 Chapter 193: Miniature Sun 2026-10-05
194 Chapter 194: Pitiful Life of Spirits 2026-10-05
195 Chapter 195: Mystery behind the Miniature Sun 2026-10-05
196 Chapter 196: 196. The new owner of the Temple 2026-10-05
197 Chapter 197: Voidborne Edge 2026-10-05
198 Chapter 198: Crimson Havoc 2026-10-05
199 Chapter 199: A World for Spirits 2026-10-05
200 Chapter 200: Fame 2026-10-05

Chapter 282: Fearful Anton

Anton took deep, controlled breaths, forcing his racing heart to slow.

His hands trembled slightly, a lingering cold sweat forming at his brow.

The sensation he had felt moments ago—

It wasnʼt normal.

It wasnʼt something that could be easily dismissed.

For a brief, fleeting instant—

It had felt as though death itself had brushed past his throat.

Not with a blade.

Not with an attack.

But with something far worse.

A force so absolute, so overwhelming, that his entire being had screamed at him to run.

To escape.

But he couldnʼt.

Because it was already gone.

The air was still.

The fight had ended.

But Anton…

He was still shaken.

His mind spun, struggling to piece things together.

ʼWhat was that? Who was that?ʼ

The masked figure who had dominated the battlefield with ease.

The man who had stood unshaken against the Crown Prince, Amelia, Revenna, and even the top geniuses of the South.

The same man who had mocked them all, held their strongest in place with a single skill—and vanished as if reality itself bent to his will.

Anton swallowed hard, his suspicion growing with each passing second.

Slowly, his eyes drifted toward Alice.

She stood still, but he could see the faintest traces of emotion flickering across her face.

Recognition?

Shock?

Relief?

It was subtle.

Too subtle for most to notice.

But Anton wasnʼt most people.

He knew Alice better than anyone.

And the way she reacted to the masked manʼs presence—it wasnʼt normal.

ʼDoes she… know him?ʼ

The thought took root, growing stronger and stronger the more he dwelled on it.

No—

It wasnʼt just that.

It was something more.

Something deeper.

A connection.

Antonʼs jaw tightened, his mind flashing back to another person.

Someone he once knew.

Someone who shouldnʼt be here.

A figure took shape in his mind.

ʼCould he be…?ʼ

The thought was dangerous.

Unbelievable.

And yet—

He had never felt such an overwhelming presence before.

Never seen someone dominate an entire battlefield the way that masked man had.

The way he moved.

The way he spoke.

The way he froze the strongest of the South with a single skill.

The sheer untouchable aura that surrounded him.

It was unnatural.

Terrifying.

And yet…

It reminded him of someone.

Anton shook his head, forcing the idea out of his mind.

ʼNo. It couldnʼt be Max.ʼ

The differences were too great.

Max was only an Adept Rank the last time he was seen. The masked manʼs strength… it was far beyond that. It felt closer to Peak Adept Rank—possibly beyond.

Max used a sword, lightning, and flames in battle. The masked man? He used only his fists and space element. No sword. No fire. Nothing that resembled Maxʼs style at all.

Max was strong—but not like this.

Not like a walking calamity.

Not like someone who could toy with the Crown Prince, Amelia, Revenna, and the strongest of the South all at once.

Anton let out a slow breath.

No—it didnʼt make sense.

And yet…

Even as he convinced himself otherwise, the unease remained.

His hands were still clammy.

His chest was still tight.

The memory of death brushing against him wouldnʼt disappear.

He could still hear that voice, whispering in his mind—

”Be very careful with how you treat Alice. Otherwise, the next time I see you make her cry… I wonʼt just warn you.”

It was too much of a coincidence.

Too personal.

His jaw tightened, his hands clenching into fists.

He wasnʼt the gambling type.

He didnʼt like risking his life over a mistake.

And if—just if—there was even the slightest chance that the masked man was somehow Max…

Then he needed to change his approach.

Because if that monster truly was Max…

Then Anton had severely underestimated him.

And he wouldnʼt make that mistake again.

Antonʼs thoughts were interrupted as a group of figures descended from the sky.

The air around them shifted, carrying a heavy martial pressure that made even the strongest guests tense up.

They were the Royal Guard.

Not ordinary soldiers.

Not simple warriors.

But elites—the very backbone of the Western Kingdomʼs military might.

Each one wore silver armor, their movements precise and disciplined.

But at the front of the group, leading them—

A single man stood out.

Unlike the others, this manʼs armor gleamed gold, carrying an air of absolute authority.

A massive sword rested on his back, its presence alone enough to demand respect.

His eyes—sharp, piercing, and impossibly keen—swept across the battle-scarred garden, taking in the pits, the craters, and the lingering remnants of the clash.

Then, they locked onto Crown Prince Aelric.

His voice was calm, yet firm, carrying the weight of a man who had seen countless battles.

”What happened here, Your Highness?”

Though respectful, there was an underlying urgency in his tone.

Something like this couldnʼt be ignored.

Crown Prince Aelric let out a deep sigh, his face still carrying the frustration from earlier.

”It was some guy in a mask.”

The golden-armored generalʼs brows furrowed slightly.

”Someone from the Black Lotus Guild?”

It was the most logical assumption—after all, the Black Lotus Guild was infamous for their secrecy and shadowy methods.

But—

Crown Prince Aelric shook his head immediately.

”No, it wasnʼt them.”

His voice was certain.

And then, after a brief pause, he added—

”This guy… didnʼt look like he was from the Black Lotus Guild.”

The generalʼs frown deepened.

”Then who?”

The Crown Prince stood silent for a moment, contemplating his next words.

Then—

He spoke with deliberate precision.

”He is probably a guest here.”

His gaze drifted to the garden full of spectators—people from all over Valora Continent, watching the scene with a mix of amusement, curiosity, and disbelief.

”A guest… but someone who doesnʼt want to show his face.”

His fingers tightened slightly around his golden blade, but his tone remained controlled.

”Thereʼs no need to look for him.”

The golden-armored generalʼs expression flickered with surprise.

”Your Highness?”

But Aelric continued.

”Just make sure that if you do find him, you must inform me first. Before my father.”

A weighted silence fell between them.

The general understood immediately.

This wasnʼt something to report to the king yet.

This masked man was dangerous—but if the king got involved too soon, it could escalate into something even bigger.

Aelric wanted to handle this personally.

The golden-armored man gave a firm nod.

”Understood.”

Then, without another word, he turned on his heel and disappeared into the night, the silver-armored guards following closely behind him.

As the guards dispersed, Anton let out a slow breath, still unable to shake the feeling in his chest.

His gaze shifted once more—toward Alice.

She still hadnʼt spoken.

Still hadnʼt moved.

She simply stared at the spot where the masked man once stood, her hands clenching tightly at the fabric of her dress.

Her expression—hidden from most—

But not from him.

Anton swallowed hard.

ʼWhat do you know, Alice?ʼ

The question burned inside him.

Because whatever it was—

It was something she wasnʼt willing to say.

***

Crown Prince Aelricʼs voice rang through the garden, carrying a tone of assurance and authority.

”Everyone.”

His gaze swept over the crowd, taking in the uneasy faces of the guests who had just witnessed a battle that shook the Sun Palace itself.

”Forgive me for the chaos that happened just now. Please, enjoy the rest of the evening.”

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