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Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100

Chapter 290: Significance of Mourning Depths · 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 290: Significance of Mourning Depths

A grand spectacle unfolded.

From the golden ceiling above, hundreds of lavish tables descended gracefully, as if guided by invisible hands.

Each table was overflowing with food—

Glazed meat sizzling in rich sauces, exotic fruits glowing under golden light, finely aged wine in crystal glasses, steaming fresh bread, and rare delicacies from all over the Valora Continent.

The aroma instantly filled the chamber, intoxicating even the most disciplined warriors.

Maxʼs eyes widened at the sight.

ʼThis is insane…ʼ

The sheer grandeur of it all—

A feast so grand, it made even the royal banquets of Heaven City seem modest.

King Magnar grinned, his arms open in an inviting gesture.

”Everyone, I thank you for coming to my birthday!”

”Enjoy this small banquet from my end!”

His words were met with cheers as nobles, warriors, and cultivators alike began helping themselves to the feast, laughter and conversations filling the air.

Amidst the celebration, Jack suddenly raised his glasses of wine—

Three glasses at once.

His eyes sparkled with mischief as he turned to Max and Aelric.

”Letʼs drink! Max, Aelric—letʼs see who can drink the most!”

Max paused, looking at Jackʼs overflowing excitement.

Then, scratching his cheek, he said sheepishly—

”Actually… Iʼm still a little underage.”

Silence.

The group around him froze.

Then—

Realization dawned.

They had been treating Max like one of their own, a peer, an equal in battle and presence.

But hearing those words—

They were suddenly reminded of the truth.

Max…

Was just a kid.

He had awakened his class barely eight months ago—

While the rest of them were already in their early twenties.

”Shit, youʼre right,” Aelric muttered, blinking.

”Damn, how did I forget?” Amelia chuckled.

Jack, however, was unfazed.

”Bah! So what?! Youʼve already killed more people than most veterans!”

He shoved a glass towards Max.

”Whatʼs a little wine going to do?!”

Max sighed. ʼI shouldʼve seen this coming…ʼ

Crown Prince Aelric smirked, his golden eyes gleaming mischievously.

”I believe you can still drink,” he teased. ”Your strength is enough to handle a little wine.”

Max paused, considering his words.

Then—he shook his head.

”I prefer to enjoy tasty food rather than numbing my taste buds with alcohol.”

His eyes darted across the banquet table, searching—until he spotted a familiar figure.

Alice.

She stood among the Phoenix Order guild members, her presence radiant in her crimson dress.

For a moment, their eyes met.

Max winked at her lightly—just enough for her to notice.

Aliceʼs lips twitched into a subtle smile, but almost immediately, she recovered, her expression returning to its usual frosty demeanor.

Max chuckled to himself and focused back on his food.

”Wait!”

Jack slammed his wine glass onto the table, gulping down the last drops before turning to Max with a glint in his eyes.

”If you wonʼt drink, then letʼs compete with food instead!”

Before Max could respond—

Jack had already grabbed a chunk of roasted beast meat, stuffing it into his mouth with an alarming intensity.

Max, mid-bite, blinked.

ʼDoes this guy not know anything other than competitiveness?ʼ

Revenna, watching from the side, sighed dramatically.

”You two eat like wild animals.”

Her gaze lingered on Jack, who was shoveling food into his mouth like a starving warrior fresh from battle.

Max shrugged, unbothered.

”Damn, the food here is indeed amazing,” he mumbled between bites.

And so—

A different kind of battle unfolded.

One where spoons clashed instead of swords.

Just as Max savored the last bite of his meal, a chilling sensation crawled over his skin.

A heavy stare pressed onto him.

Max didnʼt need to guess—his Three Dimensional Body instantly pinpointed the source.

Aurelia.

She sat across the Grand Chamber, her piercing gaze locked onto him like daggers poised to strike.

Even through the sea of laughter and clinking glasses, the tension between them sizzled like lightning in a storm.

But Max?

He pretended not to notice.

Instead, he calmly wiped his mouth, ignoring her seething presence, and continued eating.

The feast continued for quite some time—

Guests laughed, talked, and indulged in the best delicacies of the West.

At the high table, the various leaders of the continent gathered, discussing serious matters even as they enjoyed their meal.

It was an atmosphere of celebration—one where alliances were strengthened, tensions were subtly tested, and unspoken rivalries brewed beneath the surface.

”Burp! I am full.”

Max leaned back in his chair, stretching as he turned toward Revenna.

”Only you came from the North?”

Revennaʼs calm, ice-blue eyes regarded him with quiet intensity.

”Do you prefer me,” she asked smoothly, ”or the Witch of the North to attend this banquet?”

Max chuckled, immediately understanding what she meant.

”Of course, I prefer you.”

His response was instant, without hesitation.

He had heard of the Witch of the North—

A woman shrouded in mystery and fear, known to be possibly the strongest individual in Valora Continent, even above King Magnar—excluding, of course, the Young Monarch.

But more than her power—

It was her cruelty that made her name legendary.

A force so feared that even the most reckless warriors dared not speak her name lightly.

Revenna smirked.

For a brief moment, something almost amused flickered in her usually cold gaze.

”Good answer.”

Max simply grinned.

As the banquet wound down, laughter and chatter softened into quiet conversations. Connections had been made, alliances strengthened, and rivalries subtly reignited.

The guests began preparing to leave—some satisfied, some scheming for what was to come.

However—

Just before anyone could step out, King Magnarʼs voice thundered across the Grand Chamber.

”Everyone!”

The room froze.

All eyes turned toward him.

The King of the West stood tall, his golden mane-like hair giving him a lion-like presence beneath the grand chandeliers.

”As you all know, the Mourning Depths will erupt once again this year.”

A hushed murmur spread through the crowd.

Max noted the shift in atmosphere.

Many of the guests—who had been laughing and drinking just moments ago—suddenly had serious and calculating expressions.

”Like every three years,” King Magnar continued, ”I, alongside Envoy Lucas, will personally lead an exploration team into the Mourning Depths.”

His golden eyes scanned the room, lingering on the top figures from various regions.

”Those who wish to join may do so. As always, we recognize the significance of the Mourning Depths—not just for individuals, but for entire organizations.”

Max frowned.

ʼSignificance?ʼ

That word stuck with him.

He understood that the Mourning Depths was dangerous—a forbidden zone that erupted only once every three years. But up until now, he had assumed that the main reason for exploring it was—

Treasure.

And yet…

The way King Magnar spoke.

The way everyone reacted.

The tension. The weight in the air.

Maxʼs instincts screamed at him.

ʼThereʼs more to this than just treasure.ʼ

He scanned the crowd, watching their faces.

The leaders of major factions, the leaders of the different regions, even the Monarchʼs representatives—

All of them were invested.

Not just interested.

Invested.

And that was very different.

”For those willing to join the exploration,” King Magnar concluded, ”assemble at the entrance of the Mourning Depths in two days.”

With that—

The banquet officially ended.

Max sat still for a moment, letting his thoughts turn over.

ʼWhy is the Mourning Depths so important?ʼ

Max had known powerful artifacts could be found there. That was expected.

But this?

This was something else entirely.

His instincts told him—

The Mourning Depths wasnʼt just a battleground for fortune seekers.

It was a stage.

One where the true giants of the world moved pieces in a game much bigger than anyone realized.

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