Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100

Chapter 748: Margo’s sinister move

Seeing Max and Alice engrossed in their deadly dance, their blades and flames weaving through the monstrous tide like threads of lethal light, Margo’s eyes flickered with dark resolve, the bitterness in his chest crystallizing into something sharp and cold. He clenched his iron sword tighter, feeling the weight of his hatred for Max dragging at his every breath.

Slowly, he began to maneuver himself away from his team, his movements measured and deliberate, yet cloaked beneath the chaotic rhythm of battle. Each step backward or sideways was masked by a slash of his sword, a pivot to deflect a Null’s claw, or a sudden dash to avoid snapping jaws.

He fought with just enough vigor that no one watching could accuse him of cowardice or of deliberately pulling away. To any observer, it would appear as though he was being forced to retreat under the relentless press of monstrous bodies, driven apart from his comrades by sheer battlefield chaos.

Yet beneath that practiced illusion, his sharp eyes were constantly scanning the battlefield, calculating, plotting. He edged toward a place where the Nulls were thicker, clustering like a black tide gathering strength for a fresh surge.

These were not the weaker Level 1 or Level 2 creatures but Level 5s and 6s, hulking beasts whose bodies rippled with coiled muscle, whose many glowing eyes swivelled in all directions as they sought new prey.

Margo’s lips curled into a thin, sinister smile as he deliberately slashed only shallow wounds into the Nulls before him rather than finishing them off. He let them live just long enough to become enraged.

When one lunged at him, he parried its claws but didn’t counterattack, instead stepping aside and allowing it to keep pursuing him. Another tried to grapple him, and he slammed the flat of his sword into its side rather than slicing it down, turning its fury onto himself but never striking to kill.

Slowly, he gathered a dozen enraged Nulls around him, all howling, bleeding, their eyes blazing as they focused on his retreating form.

Then, with a quick, subtle flicker of energy, Margo released a small burst of his own aura—not powerful enough to draw attention from distant elders, but just enough to stir up the Nulls even further, making himself the epicenter of their wrath. He feigned a look of desperation, his breaths ragged, sweat streaking down his brow as he performed his act for any potential onlookers.

Finally, when he had the Nulls swirling around him like sharks scenting blood, he executed his plan with ruthless precision. Pretending to stumble backward, he twisted his body sharply and hurled himself sideways in a sudden burst of speed, leaving a gap where he had been standing moments before.

The enraged Nulls, momentarily thrown off balance, surged forward blindly into the space he’d vacated—and Margo, with a quick spin, sent a powerful gust of energy sweeping out toward Max and Alice’s direction.

The gust carried not only dust and blood-mist but also the thick, metallic scent of Margo’s own energy signature—a deliberate lure designed to trick the Nulls’ keen senses. The monsters, already crazed and looking for a target, caught the scent and instantly pivoted, their many eyes flashing as they fixed on the new prey.

With guttural roars, the cluster of high-level Nulls charged toward Max’s position, their claws carving deep furrows into the earth, their fangs snapping as they hurtled through the carnage. The shift in their advance was so sudden, so seamless, that it looked like a natural consequence of the battle’s chaotic ebb and flow.

Margo straightened, wiping a sheen of sweat from his brow as a cold, savage glint sparked in his eyes. He retreated swiftly into the press of his own team again, his expression schooled into a mask of weary determination. Inside, however, his heart pounded with dark satisfaction as he thought, ’Let’s see how long you last now, Max. Don’t blame me for what’s coming. You brought this on yourself.’

And as the tide of enraged Nulls barrelled straight toward Max and Alice, howling with bloodlust, Margo disappeared back among his team, leaving behind a deadly storm aimed directly at the man who’d humiliated him.

As the horde of high-level Nulls came stampeding toward him, their monstrous roars blending into a single deafening wall of sound, Max’s eyes flickered sharply, a cold gleam flashing like tempered steel beneath the crimson haze of the battlefield.

His sword never paused even for a heartbeat, continuing to cleave through the black tide of enemies, severing limbs and torsos in clean, precise arcs—but behind that smooth exterior, his mind was whirring like a spinning blade, piecing together every detail he’d observed over the past few moments.

His Three Dimensional Body had tracked every subtle motion on the battlefield, weaving an invisible tapestry of sights, sounds, and flows of energy, and in that perfect web, Margo’s actions had stood out like an ink stain on white silk.

Even as Max struck down Nulls with lethal ease, he’d seen Margo deliberately peeling away from his team, gathering a knot of enraged monsters around himself, then twisting aside to hurl the entire frenzied swarm directly into Max’s path.

The deceit, hidden beneath the cover of combat chaos, might have fooled anyone else—but not Max. Nothing could remain hidden from the gaze of his Three Dimensional Body, at least not within the first circle where he reigned supreme in perception.

’Conspiring even at this time...’ Max thought, his jaw tightening as he parried a Null’s sweeping claws, his sword flashing like quicksilver as it split the beast’s head apart in a geyser of black blood. ’We’re battling the greatest enemy of the Middle Domain, and he’s planning how to kill me? Ruthless enough.’

Yet Max’s anger did not manifest in reckless retaliation; instead, it hardened into icy focus as he silently formulated his counter.

Just as the snarling tide of Nulls was about to crash into him, Max’s free hand flickered with a subtle gesture, unseen by any human eye amid the chaos. From the core of his Heavenly Luminance Divine Bloodline, a shimmering pulse of golden light blossomed and condensed into countless glittering particles, each no larger than a mote of dust, glowing faintly like tiny stars.

They radiated a pure, divine brilliance—a sacred energy that carried a unique scent and energy signature irresistible to creatures attuned to void energies.

Keeping his expression calm, Max controlled the golden motes with exquisite precision, drifting them invisibly across the battlefield like a faint golden mist. As Margo slipped back toward his team, a triumphant smirk hidden on his lips, Max released the glowing particles, guiding them on gentle currents of air until they settled silently onto Margo’s back and shoulders, clinging to the folds of his battle-worn robe like an unseen blessing—or a curse.

It happened so smoothly that even the Nulls charging forward didn’t notice the change at first. But then the effect hit like a shockwave.