Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100

Chapter 1010: Curse

Lady Divineʼs brows were tightly furrowed as she ran her hands over Lenaviraʼs form, weaving one rune after another, each formation dissolving and reforming in a different sequence. The soft golden glow of her runes washed over Lenaviraʼs body, illuminating every vein, every flow of mana, every pulse of her soul.

”Sheʼs… fine.” Lady Divine muttered under her breath, her voice low but frustrated. ”Her soul is intact. Her mana circuits are repaired. Her physical condition is normal. Everything checks out perfectly.” She clenched her fist, her runes flickering. ”And yet… despite all of this, her bloodline refuses to fully awaken.”

Maxʼs jaw tightened as he leaned forward, his voice cold. ”Then whatʼs keeping her in this state? She shouldʼve already returned to normal the moment my bloodline pushed hers awake.”

”To be honest… I donʼt know.” Lady Divine finally admitted, her lips pressed thin. The words clearly grated on her—someone like her, who prided herself on mastery over soul, runes, and healing arts, saying I donʼt know was like spitting venom. She exhaled sharply, her gaze never leaving Lenaviraʼs body.

”This is my first time encountering something like this,” she continued grimly. ”I watched her bloodline stir—it was rising, responding to your bloodline. It should have awakened. But something—something unseen—pushed it back down. Something strong enough to resist even your bloodline resonance. But what?”

Her voice grew quieter, her eyes narrowing in thought as she layered rune after rune over Lenavira, each one flashing in different colors—green, violet, silver, blue—each meant to detect different abnormalities. Still, they revealed nothing.

And then—

”Itʼs a curse.”

The sudden voice was neither Maxʼs nor Lady Divineʼs. It came from behind Max, calm and steady.

Maxʼs body stiffened for a moment, then relaxed as a familiar presence emerged from his Dimension of Spirit. A light blue, amorphous figure floated beside him, its form shifting like liquid shadow.

”Blob.” Maxʼs voice lowered, his eyes flashing.

Lady Divine froze, her sharp gaze immediately locking onto the spirit. Her lips parted in astonishment. ”A… spirit?” She whispered, the runes around her flickering faintly as her concentration wavered. ”You have a spirit dwelling in your body?”

Max didnʼt answer her directly. Blobʼs sudden appearance was enough of a shock to her already.

But Lady Divine—who had studied countless mysteries of the world—felt an odd pull toward the spiritʼs presence. Unlike other spirits she had seen, Blob didnʼt radiate a chaotic or wild aura. Instead, it carried a deep, almost ancient calmness, as though it had existed far longer than the world itself.

”Are you saying…” Lady Divine asked slowly, her voice measured, ”that her bloodline has been bound by a curse?”

Blobʼs voice was steady, but it carried weight. ”Yes. Everything else youʼve said is correct. Her mana is fine. Her soul is fine. Her bloodline itself is fine. But something foreign—something dark—is pressing down on it. That is why, even when Maxʼs bloodline tried to awaken hers, it could only rise halfway before being suppressed again.”

”A curse?” Max frowned even more his expression darkening. Someone intentionally made sure infernal energy got into her system and now there was even a curse involved. Mad suddenly had a bad feeling about this.

Blobʼs formless body hovered lightly in the air, its surface rippling like liquid shadow. Then, without warning, a tendril-like hand extended from its mass and pressed gently against Lenaviraʼs forehead.

The reaction was immediate.

A deep red aura burst out of her body, rippling through the room like an explosion of blood mist. It spread across the walls, floor, and ceiling, turning the chamber into a suffocating sea of crimson.

The moment the aura touched him, Max staggered. His heart lurched violently, and his mind was suddenly no longer his own.

Joy. Rage. Sorrow. Fear. Love. Hatred.

The emotions slammed into him like tidal waves, one after another, crashing and tearing at his sanity. Each one vivid, overwhelming, pulling him in directions he couldnʼt resist.

And then came the heart-demons.

Life. Death. Lust. Greed. Obsession. Pride. Power.

They twisted through his chest like serpents, whispering promises and lies. His breathing grew ragged, his fists trembling. His vision blurred red. For an instant, Max felt as if his soul itself was being dragged into a storm of madness.

ʼThis… this is—!ʼ

”GRAAHHH!” The roar almost tore out of him. He could feel his body straining to break free, to lash out, to destroy everything around him.

But then—

From deep within, his Blue Soul pulsed.

Like a cool tide, serene and absolute, it spread through his body. It washed over the raging emotions, smothering them. It silenced the whispers of greed, pride, and lust. It swallowed the storm of madness whole, restoring clarity to his mind.

Maxʼs chest heaved as he gasped for breath, sweat dripping down his brow. His eyes flickered wildly before regaining calm. ”…What was that?” he breathed, his voice low and shaken. He had been this close to losing control, to falling into berserk frenzy.

Slowly, his gaze drifted back to the crimson haze still radiating from Lenaviraʼs body. His fists clenched tight. ʼThat aura…ʼ

”Are you fine?” Lady Divineʼs voice cut through, her tone unusually concerned. She had felt the red aura too, but unlike Max, she hadnʼt been overwhelmed. A faint shield of runes glimmered faintly around her, keeping the worst of it at bay.

”Iʼm fine,” Max answered, straightening, though his voice still carried the weight of what he had just endured. His eyes locked onto Lady Divine and then Blob. ”That red aura… it came from her. Is that the curse?”

Blobʼs shadowy form trembled slightly, its voice calm but heavy.

”Yes,” it said. ”That aura is the mark of the curse. I just released a bit of the curse for you two to see. Anyone near it will be dragged into a maelstrom of emotions and heart-demons. And for her, trapped inside it, the torment is endless.”

Blobʼs ”hand” pressed firmer against Lenaviraʼs forehead as the red aura swirled like a storm. Its voice lowered, grave. ”She was first corrupted with infernal energy. That alone was enough to push her into her dark elf state, to drive her berserk. But then, afterward, someone laid this curse upon her. A curse that shackles her very essence, ensuring that even if the infernal corruption is cleansed, she cannot return. Whoever did this…”

Blobʼs voice darkened, almost vibrating with suppressed anger.

”…was very cruel. They left her no path back to her elven self. No matter how she struggles, no matter how much she fights—this curse will drag her down every time.”