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Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100

Chapter 307: Replacing Slaughter with Infernal Energy · Oct 05, 2026

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Chapter List (2046)

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301 Chapter 301: Three Months of Time 2026-10-05
302 Chapter 302: Divine Rank - The Peak of the World 2026-10-05
303 Chapter 303: Amara Moyer 2026-10-05
304 Chapter 304: A Map 2026-10-05
305 Chapter 305: A Foolʼs Dream 2026-10-05
306 Chapter 306: Bored 2026-10-05
307 Chapter 307: Replacing Slaughter with Infernal Energy 2026-10-05
308 Chapter 308: A Wailing Ghost 2026-10-05
309 Chapter 309: A Horrifying Scene 2026-10-05
310 Chapter 310: Darkness 2026-10-05
311 Chapter 311: A Song... 2026-10-05
312 Chapter 312: RUN! 2026-10-05
313 Chapter 313: Sinful Bone Frame 2026-10-05
314 Chapter 314: Hunting 2026-10-05
315 Chapter 315: Sealed 2026-10-05
316 Chapter 316: A Painful Process 2026-10-05
317 Chapter 317: Unholy Trinity Body 2026-10-05
318 Chapter 318: Manifestation 2026-10-05
319 Chapter 319: Wraith of the World 2026-10-05
320 Chapter 320: Seven Lightnings of Judgment 2026-10-05
321 Chapter 321: Vanished into nihility 2026-10-05
322 Chapter 322: Pressure Making Expert Rank KNEEL 2026-10-05
323 Chapter 323: Eating Away Fate 2026-10-05
324 Chapter 324: Deviant 2026-10-05
325 Chapter 325: Yin and Yang 2026-10-05
326 Chapter 326: Looking Forward 2026-10-05
327 Chapter 327: Meeting Envoy Lucas 2026-10-05
328 Chapter 328: Soul Search 2026-10-05
329 Chapter 329: Eleven Layers of Infernal Demon Tattoo 2026-10-05
330 Chapter 330: Half an year... 2026-10-05
331 Chapter 331: Safe Zone 2026-10-05
332 Chapter 332: Infernal Storm 2026-10-05
333 Chapter 333: Meeting Others 2026-10-05
334 Chapter 334: True Mourning Depths 2026-10-05
335 Chapter 335: Max Taking the Lead 2026-10-05
336 Chapter 336: Soul Mark 2026-10-05
337 Chapter 337: A Dragon? 2026-10-05
338 Chapter 338: A Dragonʼs Assistance 2026-10-05
339 Chapter 339: Meeting with leaders 2026-10-05
340 Chapter 340: 340. Greed and Rage 2026-10-05
341 Chapter 341: Go Ahead and Kill Me 2026-10-05
342 Chapter 342: Pity 2026-10-05
343 Chapter 343: Moving Forward 2026-10-05
344 Chapter 344: Sword and the Altar 2026-10-05
345 Chapter 345: Mark Vendor 2026-10-05
346 Chapter 346: A Showdown 2026-10-05
347 Chapter 347: A Conspiracy 2026-10-05
348 Chapter 348: Twelve Layer Infernal Demon Tattoo 2026-10-05
349 Chapter 349: My Soul is sealed here 2026-10-05
350 Chapter 350: Evil Sword 2026-10-05

Chapter 307: Replacing Slaughter with Infernal Energy

Max watched the group in silence.

He saw the restlessness building.

The red-haired genius, in particular, was growing edgy.

The kind of edginess that didnʼt come from fear—but from wanting to be seen.

Then—

The silence finally snapped.

Six days of uneventful walking, of mist and stone and nothing else—

And the red-haired genius couldnʼt take it anymore.

His voice rose, loud and impatient.

”I say that we can go faster! Thereʼs nothing here but fog and rocks!”

He threw up his arms, exasperated, stepping forward in frustration.

”Weʼre crawling at a snailʼs pace—hundreds of miles per day? Thatʼs nothing! If I could fly, weʼd be done in hours!”

His words were sharp, childish, and they echoed off the stone around them like the rant of a restless child.

”Weʼve walked this far and havenʼt even seen a single damn thing! What kind of evil are you even afraid of?!”

Some of the other geniuses shifted uneasily.

A few looked away.

But none said anything.

Not yet.

The air changed.

Without a word, Old Man Grey stopped walking.

Slow.

Deliberate.

Then—his head turned.

His body remained still, but his face snapped toward the red-haired youth with unnatural precision—

Like a beast whoʼd just been provoked.

His gaze?

Ice cold. Piercing. Ancient.

The red-haired genius froze.

His mouth stayed open, mid-breath, but no more words came.

Old Man Greyʼs voice cut through the fog.

”The dangers of the Mourning Depths are not as simple as you think they are.”

He didnʼt shout.

He didnʼt need to.

His voice held the kind of weight that made bones ache.

”You should already be glad youʼre still breathing.”

The words hit harder than a slap.

”So shut your damn trap.”

A heavy pause.

”Once we arrive within 1500 miles, my role is done. At that point, do whatever you like. Fly, crawl, scream. Hell, jump into the Mourning Depths itself for all I care.”

But the red-haired genius—he didnʼt back down.

Not completely.

His pride flared like a torch in a storm.

His eyes narrowed, voice raising once more—this time with anger.

”How interesting!”

He stepped forward, crossing his arms, not even trying to mask the venom in his tone.

”Why do we even need you to guide us, huh?”

His gaze locked onto Old Man Grey like a challenge.

”Why do you so-called ʼsupervisorsʼ come with us at all?”

”To monitor us? To make sure we donʼt find anything valuable without giving you your share?”

Now the others were listening.

Some silently nodded.

Others looked uncomfortable.

But no one interrupted.

The red-haired youth kept going, his arrogance boiling over.

”Or maybe youʼre afraid weʼll kill each other or is there something else you arenʼt telling us?”

His words dripped with sarcasm, with disrespect.

”With you leading the way, whoʼs to say you arenʼt pocketing the treasures before we even see them?”

He pointed at the empty road ahead.

”We havenʼt seen a single thing! If something actually does show up, I bet youʼd be the first to run and leave us behind!”

And then—

The final insult.

”We came here for lucky chances, not to babysit some tired old man and act as cannon fodder for his convenience!”

Old Man Greyʼs expression turned black as ash.

His gaze locked onto the red-haired youth—stone-cold. Unforgiving. Done.

Then, his voice—flat and thunderous—

”If youʼre not willing to follow me… then f*ck off.”

No pretense.

No explanation.

Just raw dismissal.

The silence that followed was deafening.

The red-haired youth stiffened for a moment.

Then, he snorted loudly, trying to save face.

”Hmph! Whoʼs afraid of you, old man?”

He turned, raising his voice.

”Letʼs go! Come on, everyone! We donʼt need him!”

His shout echoed across the dead terrain.

Strong. Bold. Demanding.

But—

No one moved.

Not a single footstep.

Not a single nod.

Not even a glance of support.

The fog pressed in around them, silent and suffocating.

The other geniuses… just stood where they were.

Some lowered their gazes.

Some looked away.

Max folded his arms, quietly amused.

ʼWhat a clown.ʼ

Because everyone knew the truth.

Old Man Grey wasnʼt just a guide.

He was a lifeline.

Leaving him behind now, here—this far into the Mourning Depths—was the same as signing a death warrant.

Yes, it meant giving up on a few scattered lucky chances… but they hadnʼt come here for scraps.

Their real goal was the 1,500-mile radius zone.

That was where the real opportunities lay.

That was where Bone Frames, Infernal Demon Tattoos, and real fortune existed.

Out here in the outer 8,500 miles?

There was nothing.

So even if Old Man Grey kept every single treasure they passed—no one cared.

They were here to survive.

To reach the inner zone.

The red-haired youth?

He didnʼt understand the difference between pride and stupidity.

While others grew restless—

While tempers flared and egos cracked beneath the weight of silence and boredom—

Max remained indifferent.

He didnʼt spare the red-haired fool another glance.

Didnʼt comment.

Didnʼt react.

Because for Max, this journey wasnʼt just a march through the fog.

It was training.

Over the past six days, he had been refining a technique in silence.

Each night.

Each resting hour.

While others slept or whispered or schemed—

Max sat cross-legged and drew circles of lightning with his will.

Not just lightning for the sake of destruction.

But lightning given form. Meaning. Purpose.

The Lightning Wheel of Samsara.

A technique of his own making, born from fragments of something far darker.

Something ancient.

The Evil Wheel of Samsara.

What he practiced now was only a poor replica.

A weak shadow of the original technique—

One that was rooted not in lightning, but in slaughter itself.

The true Evil Wheel of Samsara required more than power.

It demanded an understanding of killing.

A soul that had tasted blood, embraced the cycle of destruction, and danced at the edge of life and death.

A Slaughter Concept.

And Max… wasnʼt there yet.

Not fully.

His current Lightning Wheel was nothing more than a childʼs drawing next to the true thing.

But he was getting closer.

And now, deep inside the Mourning Depths—

Max found himself surrounded by dense infernal energy, an atmosphere saturated with death, violence, and twisted will.

It was nearly identical to the aura required to awaken the original technique.

It wasnʼt the same…

But it was close.

His lightning was already reacting strangely.

Arcs flared faster.

The wheel spun smoother.

It carried a faint pulse of something beyond electricity.

Something darker.

And Max?

He didnʼt resist it.

Didnʼt reject it.

He leaned into it—willing to test the limits.

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