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Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100

Chapter 298: Making a fool one self · 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 298: Making a fool one self

His tone was even. Unshaken.

He turned on his heel and walked away, Crown Prince Aelric following beside him.

He didnʼt glance back.

But he could still feel Palace Master Hughʼs gaze boring into his back.

As Max walked beside Aelric, his thoughts lingered on Palace Master Hughʼs open hostility.

He muttered under his breath. ”The Master of the Divine Palace hates me for some reason.”

Aelric chuckled. ”Hehe. I know why he hates you.”

Max turned to him, his curiosity piqued. ”What?”

Aelric smirked, clearly enjoying the mystery. ”Heh—”

But before he could finish his words...

BOOM!

A crushing pressure descended.

The air distorted. The very space shook.

The pressure slammed into Max—

But it was Aelric who, was walking beside him, was blown away.

Nothing happened to Max strangely.

No injuries. No pain.

Just a slight weight pressing on his shoulders.

But that didnʼt mean he would do nothing.

His eyes narrowed.

Instantly—his Three-Dimensional Body reacted.

His senses flared.

He felt the source. The origin of this power.

His eyes flickered—

ʼSouth Region!ʼ

A group stood ahead, watching him.

Arthur Gale. Tom. Nathan.

Three of the many geniuses of the South Region.

And they werenʼt alone.

Behind them—more figures. Some were other well-known geniuses. Others? Their strength was completely unreadable.

They were all glaring at him.

Their expressions?

Mocking. Smug. Expectant.

They werenʼt just testing him.

They were expecting a show.

Max didnʼt move.

Didnʼt react.

He simply stared back.

The pressure remained, trying to suppress him. Trying to force him down.

But it wasnʼt enough.

Not even close.

The pressure bore down on Max. Heavy. Crushing.

Yet—he stood as if nothing had happened.

The crowd watched. No one spoke. No one interfered.

It wasnʼt that they didnʼt notice.

They simply wanted to see what would happen next.

But one person wasnʼt amused.

King Magnar.

His face darkened.

Because while Max had stood his ground—Aelric hadnʼt been so lucky.

The pressure had sent Crown Prince Aelric flying.

And that—was unacceptable.

For a moment, the Kingʼs rage flared. His hand twitched, ready to act.

Then—he stopped.

Because what he saw next surprised him.

Max moved.

Calm. Unrushed. Completely unaffected.

The pressure was still there. But he walked as if it didnʼt exist.

He reached Aelric and extended a hand.

Aelric took it. ”Thanks.”

Max nodded.

Then, with a perfectly straight face, he turned to the South Regionʼs geniuses and spoke.

”Trash from the South Region is here… I think their stinking smell must have caused you to slip and fall.”

Aelric almost fell again.

Not from pressure. From shock.

His eyes widened.

The surrounding crowd?

Dead silent.

Then—a wave of shock rippled through them.

It was genuine.

Not because Max had insulted the South Region.

But because he had done it so casually.

As if he wasnʼt talking to some of the strongest leaders of the Lower Domain—but to actual filth beneath his feet.

The South Regionʼs warriors twitched.

Their mocking expressions vanished. Their sneers faded.

And the ones with unreadable strength?

Their gazes turned cold.

But at that moment—

The crowd erupted.

The realization hit them all at once.

”How did he do that? Crown Prince Aelric was blown away, but the same pressure did nothing to him!”

”Yeah. This is truly astonishing!”

”The pressure from several Peak Expert Rank leaders… and he stood there like it was nothing?”

”Unbelievable!”

Whispers turned into exclamations. Disbelief spread like wildfire.

They had all witnessed it.

Several leaders of the South Region—each one a Peak Expert Rank warrior—had focused their pressure on Max.

And yet—he acted as if nothing had happened.

This wasnʼt normal.

Anyone below the Expert Rank—be it a genius or an elder—would have collapsed under such pressure.

At best? Forced to their knees.

At worst? Severe internal injuries. Broken bones.

But Max?

Nothing.

Not even a flinch.

Someone in the crowd murmured, voice filled with awe.

”Is this the difference between the strongest genius… and the peak geniuses?”

A chilling thought.

Because if this was just his presence, his natural resilience—

Then what about his true strength?

What about when he actually fought?

The hall buzzed with excitement.

For some—it was admiration.

For others—fear.

For the South Region?

It was humiliation.

”Now this,” King Magnar spoke slowly, his voice carrying across the vast Divine Palace, ”is truly deserving of the title of the strongest genius of Valora Continent.”

His words echoed, reaching every corner of the grand hall.

He wasnʼt just making an observation.

He was declaring it.

A public acknowledgment.

A recognition that would be impossible to ignore.

Beside him, Envoy Lucas chuckled. ”Hehe, Magnar, for once, youʼre absolutely right.” His laughter was light, but his eyes gleamed with interest.

Some in the crowd smiled. Some nodded in admiration.

But others? Not so pleased.

Palace Master Hugh remained neutral, but anyone watching closely could see it.

A flicker of something dark in his eyes.

A barely concealed hatred.

Seeing King Magnar and Envoy Lucas openly appreciate Max only deepened his disdain.

But it was the leaders of the South Region who were seething.

Trembling with rage.

Because moments ago—they had tried to humiliate Max.

They had pressed their combined might against him, expecting to watch him crumble.

Instead—

It was they who had been humiliated.

They had planned a display of dominance.

What they got was a public insult.

From Max. Loud. Clear. Unforgettable.

And worst of all?

They couldnʼt deny it.

The entire Divine Palace had witnessed it.

Their attempt had backfired spectacularly.

But Max?

He ignored everything.

He didnʼt glance back at the rage. The hostility. The boiling resentment.

He simply walked away.

With Aelric at his side, he returned to the group of geniuses.

His mind already shifting gears.

He turned to Aelric, his voice calm but firm.

”So, what was the reason?”

Aelric raised an eyebrow. ”For what?”

Maxʼs eyes flickered.

”Palace Master Hughʼs hatred.”

The real mystery.

The one he needed an answer to.

Crown Prince Aelric smiled lightly, eyes gleaming with amusement. ”You donʼt know, huh? To be fair, most of the experts present here donʼt know either.”

Max remained silent, listening.

”Palace Master Hugh has a son.”

That caught Max off guard.

A son?

Aelric continued, his tone measured. ”His name is Mark Vandor.”

Max frowned. ”And?”

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