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Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100

Chapter 351: A Snap! · Oct 05, 2026

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351 Chapter 351: A Snap! 2026-10-05
352 Chapter 352: All thoughts to the devil 2026-10-05
353 Chapter 353: Fury of the Abyss Dragon 2026-10-05
354 Chapter 354: Over 2026-10-05
355 Chapter 355: Three Months 2026-10-05
356 Chapter 356: To The Lost Continent 2026-10-05
357 Chapter 357: Mad Max 2026-10-05
358 Chapter 358: A Rampage! 2026-10-05
359 Chapter 359: Gone... 2026-10-05
360 Chapter 360: Traditional Humans 2026-10-05
361 Chapter 361: Healing 2026-10-05
362 Chapter 362: Demons 2026-10-05
363 Chapter 363: Hope 2026-10-05
364 Chapter 364: Kill! 2026-10-05
365 Chapter 365: Worship as a God 2026-10-05
366 Chapter 366: Teaching the Kid 2026-10-05
367 Chapter 367: Problem at Hand 2026-10-05
368 Chapter 368: One Punch to All 2026-10-05
369 Chapter 369: Fully Utilizing the 300 Draconic Essences 2026-10-05
370 Chapter 370: Shocking the three races 2026-10-05
371 Chapter 371: Interference of Elves 2026-10-05
372 Chapter 372: Making an Escape 2026-10-05
373 Chapter 373: Barren Land 2026-10-05
374 Chapter 374: Cursed Land 2026-10-05
375 Chapter 375: Reason for Elfʼs Protection 2026-10-05
376 Chapter 376: Register 2026-10-05
377 Chapter 377: A Way 2026-10-05
378 Chapter 378: Entering the Tower 2026-10-05
379 Chapter 379: An ODD one 2026-10-05
380 Chapter 380: A Path by Blood 2026-10-05
381 Chapter 381: Rules of the Tower of Truth 2026-10-05
382 Chapter 382: Declaration 2026-10-05
383 Chapter 383: A Concept 2026-10-05
384 Chapter 384: Difficulty of leveling to Expert Rank 2026-10-05
385 Chapter 385: Dimension of Lightning 2026-10-05
386 Chapter 386: Soulpierce Ascension 2026-10-05
387 Chapter 387: Powerful Violet Lightning 2026-10-05
388 Chapter 388: Reunion 2026-10-05
389 Chapter 389: Revennaʼs Claims 2026-10-05
390 Chapter 390: Aliceʼs Home 2026-10-05
391 Chapter 391: The situation of Elves 2026-10-05
392 Chapter 392: Difficulty of Tower of Truth 2026-10-05
393 Chapter 393: First Battle 2026-10-05
394 Chapter 394: Second Battle 2026-10-05
395 Chapter 395: A Despairing Defeat 2026-10-05
396 Chapter 396: Unexpected Turn of Events 2026-10-05
397 Chapter 397: Maxʼs Conditions 2026-10-05
398 Chapter 398: An Unexpected Situation 2026-10-05
399 Chapter 399: Towards the Ancestral Hall 2026-10-05
400 Chapter 400: Three Statues 2026-10-05

Chapter 351: A Snap!

Only the sword stood before him.

Waiting.

Calling.

The hesitation in Maxʼs eyes flickered.

And vanished.

In its place came something else—eagerness. A raw, primal urge. Not born of logic. Not even of defiance. But something deeper.

Need.

He stepped forward without a word, his hands rising to grip the hilt of the crimson sword with both hands.

The instant his fingers wrapped around it, a jolt shot through his entire body.

But Max didnʼt flinch.

Didnʼt let go.

He was too far gone for pain to matter.

Teeth gritted, muscles tight, he began to pull.

Slowly.

Agonizingly slow.

The blade resisted him—like it didnʼt want to be removed. Like it was holding on to the altar with everything it had.

ʼDamn… this thing is heavy!ʼ Max cursed under his breath, sweat already forming on his brow.

Without wasting another second, he summoned the full might of his physical strength.

Fifty-eight Draconic Essences flared to life inside him.

Power surged through his limbs—raw, unrestrained. His body expanded slightly under the pressure, his muscles tightening like coiled steel.

With a sharp growl, he pulled once more.

This time, the sword came loose in a single, brutal yank.

And the moment it did—

CRACK!

The altar caved in beneath his feet, splitting apart like it had been holding back the end of the world.

Maxʼs eyes widened. Without thinking, he leapt back.

He landed hard on the ruined hallʼs floor, skidding a few paces before regaining his balance.

Behind him, the altar collapsed completely—disintegrating into nothing. In its place was a wide, bottomless pit, darkness stretching downward into the unknown.

ʼMade it out... barely.ʼ Max exhaled, his heart pounding.

His arms dropped.

The sword—still heavy with infernal energy—slipped from his grip.

BANG!

It slammed against the stone floor with a resounding crash, shattering the surface beneath it like glass under a hammer.

And then—it hit them.

A wave of pressure.

Crushing. Suffocating.

Not physical. Not elemental.

Soul pressure.

Something ancient. Something alive.

Every leader in the hall froze as the weight of it bore down on them.

Even Max—with his fortified yellow soul—felt it. A sharp tremor raced through him, as if his soul itself flinched from the presence that now emerged.

And then they saw it.

Rising from the pit where the altar once stood was a golden figure—shimmering, radiant, formless yet unmistakably powerful.

It hovered there for only a moment before scattering into countless golden particles—light as dust, bright as stars.

The fragments drifted across the hall, then surged straight toward Mark.

And vanished into him.

Absorbed completely.

Markʼs body lit up, bathed in a golden glow that pulsed from beneath his skin.

He stood still, eyes closed, arms outstretched, a serene expression on his face—as if he were basking in sunlight he hadnʼt felt for a thousand years.

”Iʼve been waiting for this moment… for so long,” he whispered.

His voice trembled—not with fear, but satisfaction.

Triumph.

And just like that, the missing piece returned.

His soul had finally come home.

”Hehe… finally.”

Mark chuckled softly, his voice light—too light, considering the weight of what had just happened.

He turned to face everyone in the hall, arms slightly raised, as if addressing an audience that had been watching a grand performance.

At that very moment, a subtle shift rippled through the air.

Everyone felt it.

The crushing force that had pinned them to the ground… vanished.

Their limbs were their own again. The suffocating weight over their bodies lifted like fog burned away by the sun.

They could move.

They were free.

But the relief didnʼt last long.

”YOU!”

A furious roar exploded across the hall.

Wind howled violently as Palace Master Hugh stormed forward, a raging tempest of power swirling around him.

His eyes were bloodshot. His expression—maddened with grief.

He stopped just inches from Mark, fists trembling.

”Where is my son?!” he bellowed. ”Where is Mark?!”

Mark turned to him casually, as if he hadnʼt just been threatened by one of the strongest cultivators in the Lower Domain.

He gave a nonchalant shrug. ”Heʼs inside.”

His smile sharpened.

”Watching. Crying. Observing everything play out like a movie… but unfortunately for him, Iʼm the one holding the remote.”

Palace Master Hughʼs chest heaved.

”Return him to me! Now!”

Mark exhaled as if bored, shaking his head. ”Ahh… see, thatʼs where it gets complicated.”

He raised a finger, pointing lazily at himself.

”My true body was sealed by that man,” he said. ”And Iʼve got no idea where it is now. No clue what state itʼs in, or if it even still exists. So I had to improvise. I needed a vessel to survive in.”

He gestured around his borrowed form.

”And this Mark kid? His bodyʼs not bad. Quite attuned to mana. Not so much infernal energy, but thatʼs manageable.”

He paused.

Then snapped his fingers.

Snap!

A bright flash.

Everyone flinched as Markʼs body suddenly began to rot before their very eyes.

His skin peeled and blackened. His face contorted—eyes hollow, lips shriveled. Across his arms and chest, flesh broke apart in patches, revealing bone beneath.

It was grotesque.

Horrifying.

And then—

Another snap.

Just like that, his body returned to normal. Whole. Intact. As if nothing had happened.

”Iʼm using my own healing powers,” Mark explained, tone casual. ”Constantly repairing the damage the infernal energy is doing to this… meat suit.”

”But eventually,” he added, almost absently, ”this body will become useless.”

Everyone drew in a breath of cold air. The truth hit like a punch to the gut.

But none more than Palace Master Hugh.

His eyes locked onto Mark—his real son—and his expression turned from rage to horror.

”W-What happens to Mark,” he asked quietly, voice trembling, ”when youʼre done with the body? When you… leave?”

Mark tilted his head.

”Heʼll return,” he said simply. ”But not for long.”

He smiled again.

”Without my powers, his body wonʼt survive the remnants of infernal energy left behind. His organs will rupture. His soul will burn. Heʼll die in seconds.”

”YOU—”

Palace Master Hugh staggered back a step, his face ashen.

”Return him to me now!” he shouted, voice breaking.

”Give me back my son!”

His words cracked through the hall like thunder.

Mark slowly turned his head, an expression of growing irritation spreading across his face.

”Man,” he muttered. ”Youʼre annoying.”

Then—

Snap!

There was no warning.

No sound.

No light.

Palace Master Hughʼs body simply crumbled.

Into dust.

He disintegrated in front of everyone—his robes, his flesh, his bones—turned to ash in an instant and scattered to the ground like sand in the wind.

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