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Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100

Chapter 296: Into the Divine Palace · 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 296: Into the Divine Palace

Final Preparations

Max sat cross-legged in the training room. Eyes closed. Breath steady.

Then—his mind drifted.

A familiar pull. A shift in reality.

The Dimension of Time.

The world around him faded. A void stretched endlessly. Time slowed. Or rather, he moved beyond it.

Here, minutes became hours. Hours became days.

And he used every second.

Polishing. Refining. Perfecting.

His techniques sharpened. His skills became more fluid. Every movement, every ability—honed to its peak.

But he didnʼt stay locked away.

Every now and then, he pulled himself back to reality.

Callie was preparing, too. And between training, they talked. About strategies. About the expedition. About things unrelated to battle—distractions to keep their minds from the weight of what lay ahead.

Time moved fast.

Before they knew it, two days had passed.

Now—it was time.

The Mourning Depths awaited.

***

The West Region.

At the farthest edge, where mountains met dense forests, stood a massive palace.

Long. Towering. Seven floors high.

A fortress of power.

Outside, a crowd had gathered.

Hundreds of figures. Geniuses at Seeker Rank. Warriors at Expert Rank. Even those at the very peak of Expert Rank stood among them.

All waiting. All anticipating.

Max stood among them, turning slightly toward Klaus. His featureless mask covered his face. His black hoodie concealed his identity.

To the outsiders, he was just another member of the Black Lotus Guild.

They didnʼt need to know the truth.

His voice was calm. ”Where is the entrance to the Mourning Depths?”

Klaus smirked. ”Closed, for now.”

Max raised a brow beneath his mask. ”Closed?”

Klaus nodded, voice relaxed. ”The Mourning Depths erupted a few hours ago. The Divine Palace must have sealed all entrances by now.”

Maxʼs eyes narrowed. ”Erupted?”

Klaus chuckled. ”Itʼs not just a place, Max. Itʼs alive in its own way. Every time it erupts, Infernal Beings and other monsters from its deepest depths surface.”

His smile faded slightly. ”And trust me, we donʼt want those things running wild.”

Max exhaled, understanding the situation.

The Mourning Depths wasnʼt open all the time.

It had to awaken.

And during that awakening, it spewed out horrors no one wanted to face outside its cursed lands.

”So,” Max murmured, ”one can only enter after an eruption?”

Klausʼs expression darkened, the casual amusement in his tone fading. ”Yeah… and thatʼs where the problem begins.”

Max listened, his gaze steady.

”Since it just erupted, all the strongest Infernal Beings, monsters, and… worse things from its deepest depths have surfaced.”

His voice was grim. ”Which means the very entrance is now the most dangerous part of the entire place.”

Max exhaled slowly. ”So, before we even get inside… we have to push through the worst of it?”

Klaus nodded. ”Exactly.”

Max didnʼt ask anything else. He had enough to think about.

Instead, his eyes moved across the crowd.

Hundreds of powerful figures. Experts from all over Valora Continent.

Seeker Ranks. Expert Ranks. Even some at the absolute peak of the Expert Rank.

Every one of them here for the same thing.

Thatʼs when he saw her.

Alice.

She stood among the Phoenix Order Guild, next to Aurelia.

Maxʼs fists clenched slightly. So she really came.

He scanned further.

The other four major guilds were here too. And alongside them—

The Four Super Families of the East.

Just then—

VOOOO!

A deep, resounding horn echoed across the landscape.

The massive palace gates creaked open.

The atmosphere shifted.

The wait was over.

Klaus didnʼt hesitate. ”Letʼs go. Weʼre heading to the entrance of the Mourning Depths.”

He stepped forward, leading the way.

Max followed, Callie right beside him.

All around them, the gathered warriors and geniuses surged forward, stepping into the Divine Palace.

After another half-hour of walking, Klaus finally stopped.

Before him stood a gate unlike anything Max had ever seen.

Massive. Ancient. A hundred feet high.

Two colossal doors, their surfaces engraved with mystical, cryptic patterns.

But it was the center of the gate that drew all attention.

A twelve-layered Infernal Demon.

Its vacant, godless eyes stared out, empty yet oppressive.

The twelve layers of its form spread recklessly across the door, coiling, twisting—filling the air with an inexplicable weight. A presence that seeped into the bones.

A warning. A curse. A challenge.

Klaus spoke, his voice light yet deliberate. ”Weʼre here. This is the entrance.”

Max didnʼt speak. He simply took in the sight.

Klaus continued. ”Flying is prohibited within the Divine Palace. The Mourning Depths follows the same rule.”

A pause.

Then—”It lies 100,000 feet below us.”

Maxʼs brows furrowed. 100,000 feet…?

”And if flying is impossible,” Klaus went on, ”then thereʼs no way to go down.”

A smirk. A flicker of amusement in his eyes.

”Except… for here.”

Max nodded, his eyes flickered around.

They werenʼt alone.

Far from it.

All the important figures were here.

King Magnar. Envoy Lucas. The heads of various factions. Powerful individuals Max didnʼt recognize, but could feel the weight of their presence.

Then, moments later—

The rest arrived.

The mass of warriors, geniuses, and leaders from outside the Divine Palace flooded into the grand chamber.

The space swelled with hundreds, maybe thousands of figures.

The strongest forces of the Lower Domain… all gathered in one place.

The moment was heavy. Anticipation filled the air.

The moment the last person arrived, a black-robed old man stepped forward.

His presence was quiet yet commanding.

Then—his voice rang out.

”Everyone, I will now announce the rules for entering the Mourning Depths.”

Maxʼs gaze snapped to him.

The old manʼs sudden appearance was unexpected. But what truly caught Maxʼs attention?

He couldnʼt see through his strength.

Just like Klaus. Just like many others in the Expert Rank.

Dangerous. Unfathomable.

The old man continued, his voice steady, unwavering.

”I am a supervisor from the Divine Temple. I am responsible for opening the Mourning Depths this time.”

His eyes swept over the gathered warriors. ”Most of you are already familiar with the rules. But I shall repeat them for those who are not.”

The crowd fell silent.

The old man raised a hand.

”A thousand miles from the edge of the Mourning Depths… is an absolute null life zone.

His voice turned cold. ”Anyone who enters past this point—will die.”

No hesitation. No mercy.

Max felt a strange chill run down his spine. A place where nothing survives?

The old man continued.

”From 1,000 miles to 10,000 miles outward, this is the outer region of the Mourning Depths.”

A pause.

”There are countless lucky chances here. Inheritances. Treasures. Power waiting to be claimed.”

A breath.

”But just as there are opportunities—there are dangers. Fatal ones.”

The tension in the air thickened.

Then, the old manʼs voice turned sharper.

”In principle, once inside the Mourning Depths—killing is forbidden.”

A few in the crowd scoffed. Others sneered.

Max didnʼt react. He already knew what was coming next.

”But,” the old man continued, ”we all know the reality.”

A faint smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.

”There will always be those who do not follow the rules. The unscrupulous. The dangerous.”

His tone darkened.

”If you encounter such individuals… then killing in self-defense is reasonable.”

The words hung in the air.

The message was clear.

Rules existed. But in the Mourning Depths… survival was the only real law.

Max stood in silence as the old man continued.

Any defense is reasonable.

It sounded fair. Logical.

But in reality?

It meant nothing.

Killing inside the Mourning Depths would happen without restraint.

And no one would care.

If an expert died inside, there would be no investigations. No consequences.

Just another corpse lost to the depths.

Then—

The old manʼs voice took on a sharper edge.

”However… there is something you must remember.”

The air felt heavier. The gathered warriors leaned in, listening.

”If you kill someone within the Mourning Depths, you can absorb their Infernal Energy… and nourish your own Infernal Demon Tattoo. But that didnʼt mean you are to kill anyone.”

A pause.

A ripple of tension spread through the crowd.

Max frowned. ʼWhat?ʼ

Killing others strengthened the Infernal Demon Tattoo?

Klaus never mentioned this.

His mind spun, connecting pieces. If this was true… then the Mourning Depths wasnʼt just a battleground.

It was a slaughterhouse.

A voice suddenly echoed in his head.

”Heʼs talking about people like us. Those who already possess Infernal Demon Tattoos.”

Max stiffened.

That voice—

He turned to Klaus.

Klaus winked.

Maxʼs eyes narrowed. ʼHe spoke to me… without speaking?ʼ

Then—another voice in his head.

”Kid, itʼs just a small trick. But you need Vital Essence to do it. Donʼt overthink it.”

Max nodded absently, but his thoughts didnʼt stop.

This ability… it was useful.

In the right moment, in a life-or-death situation, this could mean survival.

His curiosity burned.

He would learn this technique.

For now, he focused back on the old man.

The rules were clear.

But more importantly—so were the hidden truths.

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