Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100-Chapter 215 - 33 Petals

Max landed gracefully on the ground, his expression unreadable as he met the stunned gazes of those around him.

Then—

"You… you killed him?"

Norton Blade’s voice choked with shock.

And something deeper.

Terror.

Max simply shrugged.

"My life was on the line. Of course, I killed him."

His tone was calm. Indifferent.

As if taking a life was no different from taking a breath.

The weight of his words sent shivers through the crowd.

"Do you realize what you just did?"

Kheonne Evernight’s voice trembled, her usual confidence fractured.

"You didn’t just bring doom upon yourself… you’ve doomed the entire East Region!"

Max turned toward her.

A slow, almost mocking smile formed on his lips.

"Is that so?"

His gaze flicked to the four remaining Monarch geniuses.

They stood frozen, disbelief flickering in their eyes.

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Then—

His smile widened.

"But I’m not done yet."

He stepped forward.

The moment he did—

SHING!

A blade was drawn.

Kate.

The beautiful and renowned leader of the Knights of Valor.

She stepped in front of him, her sword gleaming as she blocked his path.

Behind her—

Norton Blade and Kheonne Evernight followed suit.

Their stances tense. Their eyes wary.

A line had been drawn.

They weren’t letting him take another step.

Max’s steps halted.

His gaze swept over them, and then—

He sneered.

"Why are you stopping me?"

His tone was sharp, laced with mockery.

"I didn’t see any of you trying to stop the geniuses from the Monarch when they came here with a death sentence for me."

Kate’s grip on her sword tightened, her stance firm.

Her voice was stern.

"That doesn’t mean you can go on and kill them."

"Oh?"

Max tilted his head, amusement dancing in his eyes.

"So it’s fine when they want me dead, but the moment I fight back, it’s a problem?"

Norton’s expression darkened.

His voice was low. Cold. Full of intent.

"If you dare to make a move again, I will kill you myself."

A sneer played on his lips.

He wasn’t just warning Max.

He was waiting.

Waiting for an excuse.

To strike first.

To finish Max for good.

But luck wasn’t on his side.

"I don’t want to interfere here," Envoy Lucas said lightly, "but since Max and I have already made a deal, you can’t kill him."

His words were casual—but the weight behind them was undeniable.

Norton and Kheonne frowned.

This was their chance—their perfect opportunity to rid themselves of Max before he became an even bigger threat.

But—

They couldn’t move.

Because of him.

Norton clenched his fists.

His eyes flickered toward Lucas, who stood calmly on the sidelines, watching—measuring.

’Damn this Envoy…’

He cursed inwardly.

He wanted nothing more than to strike now.

To end Max.

But with Lucas here—

Acting recklessly meant consequences.

And even he didn’t want to face them.

But Max—

He wasn’t smiling.

His expression darkened.

His eyes scanned the surrounding, sharp, calculating.

And that’s when he saw it.

The four remaining Monarch geniuses.

Slipping away.

Trying to escape.

His lips curled slightly in disdain.

Then—

He felt it.

A shift in the air.

More people surrounded him.

The remaining five major guild leaders.

All of them—except the Black Lotus Guild.

They closed in, their auras subtly pressing down on him.

Their stances were clear.

They weren’t letting him move.

James stepped forward, his voice grave.

"Max, it’s already a calamity that you’ve killed Devin. If you go after the others, then the East is doomed for sure."

Max slowly turned, his gaze sweeping across the faces of the guild leaders and family heads.

They surrounded him like a noose tightening around his neck.

He exhaled.

His expression turned solemn.

"Yeah, yeah. I know."

His voice was calm—deceptively so.

"If the Young Monarch gets angry, the East will fall."

He glanced around once more, observing their worried, uncertain expressions.

And then—

His eyes turned ruthless.

His presence shifted.

A cold, piercing intensity radiated from him—

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His aura sharp, suffocating.

His lips curled—

"But do you really think I care what happens to the East?"

The moment Max’s words fell—

BOOOOM!

Black flames erupted around him—

A raging inferno of pure destruction.

Then—

A lotus flower bloomed before him.

Its petals flickered with intense black fire, each radiating an overwhelming presence.

Fifteen petals.

The air quivered under its pressure.

Heat waves rippled outward.

The very space distorted.

Norton scoffed.

"You think you can escape us with this?"

Max turned to him, smirking.

"I wasn’t planning to, moron."

His gaze flickered back to the lotus.

Something stirred within him.

Ever since he had absorbed the temple owner’s soul, his Soul Force had skyrocketed.

His control over his techniques—

No longer the same.

It had evolved.

Before, his comprehension was impressive—now?

It was something else entirely.

A new level.

A realm beyond his previous limits.

And now—

As he focused on the fifteen-petal black flaming lotus, he felt it.

He could take it further.

To perfection.

To the true limit of its potential—

A 33-petal World Destruction Flaming Lotus.

The sheer thought of it sent a surge of excitement through his blood.

But before he could complete the evolution—

He smiled.

Then—

A light chuckle.

Almost amused.

"Guys, I really need your help here. And after this, I promise to visit your guild. Just help me distract the leaders surrounding me."

A heavy silence followed.

No one moved.

No one spoke.

Then—

BOOOOOOM!

Black flames erupted.

Everywhere.

The entire villa vanished into darkness—

Black fire surged like a storm, consuming everything in its path.

Vision collapsed into nothingness.

Screams erupted as figures were caught in the inferno.

But this wasn’t just fire—

It carried an oppressive force.

A crushing weight that instantly snuffed out weaker auras.

The scene descended into chaos.

Silhouettes flickered, unable to locate each other, senses overwhelmed by the raging black firestorm.

Using this opportunity, Max slipped away.

His presence vanished, dissolving from the immediate senses of the guild leaders and family heads.

For a moment—

They lost him.

But it didn’t take long for them to realize it.

"He escaped! Follow him! He must be going after the others!"

Norton’s voice rang out, sharp with urgency.

The leaders didn’t hesitate.

They surged forward, their auras bursting, activating their own techniques to sweep away the black flames swallowing the villa.

And then—

Through the dissipating inferno—

Max was revealed.

Floating high above.

Right in front of the three fleeing Monarch geniuses.

Five was not among them.

Nowhere to be seen.

Only the other three geniuses.

Except—

They weren’t fleeing anymore.

They were trapped.

Encased in a green-colored force field sphere, struggling—but unable to break free.

Their once-confident faces were now twisted with fear.

But Max was also in bind.

He was locked in again.

Surrounded.

The leaders of the five major guilds.

The Blade Family.

The Evernight Family.

All regrouped.

Forming a circle around him once more.

Yet this time—

Their expressions weren’t just serious.

They were tense.

"Hehehehe."

Max grinned, tilting his head slightly.

His eyes gleamed with amusement.

His palm rose just slightly, the black-and-crimson flames of the lotus flickering ominously.

Then, in a tone far too casual for the situation—

"Do you know what this is?"

The question hung in the air.

Heavy. Unshakable.

Even the strongest among them faltered.

A single word described the looks on their faces—

Shock.

It spread across Norton. Kheonne. Kate. James.

Every leader. Every expert.

Even those who had never feared anything before.

Then—

"A 33-petals World Destruction Flaming Lotus…"

Kate’s voice was barely a whisper.

Her eyes locked onto the lotus of devastation hovering over Max’s palm.

Her gaze hardened.

"You… really are the number one genius of the East."

Her words were sincere.

But her next ones carried a heavy warning.

"But you should stop now. Killing them will only bring harm to you—and to the entire East."

Max’s smirk didn’t fade.

He met her gaze.

His voice?

Calm. Nonchalant.

"Yeah? But they came here with the intent to kill me."

He shrugged.

"So I can only do the same to them."

Then—

Silence.

The air froze.

For a moment, no one spoke.

The leaders exchanged glances.

The weight of the situation pressed down on them like an executioner’s blade.

They knew.

If Max released that lotus, it wouldn’t just kill the four geniuses.

It would change everything.

It would declare war.

And once that happened—

Nothing could stop it.