Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100-Chapter 271 : Resting Chamber

Crown Prince Aelric led the group through the majestic halls of the Sun Palace, their footsteps echoing lightly against the polished floors.

The palace's golden interior shimmered under the soft glow of floating lanterns, while elegantly designed energy pillars hummed faintly in the background, reinforcing the structure with hidden technology.

Max silently observed the details, taking in the perfect blend of history and innovation.

He also noticed several other people probably other guests roaming around the guild with laugher and enjoyment in their faces.

Soon, they arrived before a large, ornate doorway.

Aelric came to a halt and turned toward them with his usual polished grace.

"The celebratory banquet will be held tonight," he said calmly.

"Be sure to arrive at the Grand Chamber of the Sun Palace."

With those final words, the Crown Prince offered them a polite bow before turning on his heel and departing—likely to tend to other arriving guests.

Max watched him leave before glancing at Klaus, who had already stepped forward.

"Let's head inside."

As they entered, Max was met with yet another impressive sight.

Their "resting chamber" was not just a simple room—it was an entire small mansion nestled within the vast palace grounds.

The interior was spacious and well-furnished, its layout almost resembling a luxurious estate rather than a temporary guest suite.

Multiple rooms, each crafted with elegance.

A private lounge with soft velvet seating and energy-lit chandeliers.

An open-air corridor leading to a serene inner garden, its flowers blooming vibrantly under the warm golden light.

It was clear that, despite being unwelcome guests, they were still provided with nothing short of royal treatment.

Max glanced around, noting the numerous hallways and doors leading to separate private quarters.

A place like this was designed for comfort—but he knew better.

It wasn't just about hospitality.

It was a way to keep them contained and observed.

Still, for now, he had no reason to complain.

He would use this time wisely.

The banquet was tonight.

Until then—he had time to prepare.

Klaus exhaled sharply, his tone curt as he addressed everyone.

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"Take one of the rooms and rest."

His eyes scanned over the group, his voice carrying a tone of finality.

"We'll move directly at night during the banquet."

There was no room for discussion.

Max and the others nodded silently before each one selected a room in the mansion.

As he walked, Max couldn't help but observe something.

The members of the Black Lotus Guild—normally calm, composed, and mysterious—now carried an even heavier air of strictness around them.

No smiles. No small talk.

Nothing but cold, disciplined silence.

Their demeanor outside the Hidden City was completely different.

'They're like shadows in the dark—completely unreadable outside their own domain.'

Max had noticed this on the jet ride, but now, it was even more apparent.

There was a strictness about them, a level of unspoken control that made it clear—this was enemy territory.

No mistakes. No casualness. No room for weakness.

And Max?

He welcomed it.

'Well, I guess that's actually better for me.'

At least he wouldn't have to engage in unnecessary conversation.

With that, he reached for the handle of a random door, turned it, and stepped inside.

The moment Max entered, he took in the luxurious setting of his personal quarters.

Everything screamed wealth and comfort—but he knew better than to let his guard down.

Two large beds with silk sheets and golden embroidery.

A polished table and a sleek computer on the desk.

Exotic fruits placed neatly on a tray at a table, each one bursting with vibrant colors.

Plenty of open space, giving the room an airy and uncluttered feel.

It was exactly what he expected from a guest room in the Sun Palace—nothing less than perfection.

Max took a slow breath, scanning the room once more.

Then, without wasting another second, he moved to the bed and sat down cross-legged.

He wasn't here to rest.

He wasn't here to enjoy luxury.

There were still a few hours before the banquet.

And Max never wasted time.

With a calm exhale, he closed his eyes, centering himself.

'I should use this time wisely.'

Max took a slow breath, allowing his mind to settle as he expanded his awareness.

His senses spread outward, flowing through space itself, covering the entire Sun Palace like an invisible wave.

He had already known it before.

His Three-Dimensional Body wasn't just a physical enhancement or a physique —it had a direct correlation with his Space Aura.

The stronger his Space Aura became, the greater his sensory range.

And ever since he had reached Level 3 in Space Aura, the limits of his perception had expanded tremendously.

Within seconds, Max's mind mapped out the entire Sun Palace in exquisite detail.

Every guest. Every servant. Every guard patrolling the halls. Every powerful figure lurking in the shadows.

He could see them all.

The pulse of thousands of souls within the palace—each one distinct, unique, and vivid in his perception.

Moreover he not only sensed them, he could see them as if he was standing right before them.

Each and every single one of them.

But among all of them—

One stood out.

A figure he had been searching for.

A presence that made his heart tighten for just a fraction of a second.

Alice.

Max's focus locked onto her instantly.

She was here.

Not far—somewhere deeper within the palace, in a more restricted area, but she was definitely present.

For a moment, Max's thoughts paused.

Aurelia had betrayed him. The Phoenix Order had turned against him.

But Alice…?

Did she really abandon him too?

Or was there more to it?

His fingers curled slightly, his breathing remaining calm.

He wasn't reckless. He knew the warning Klaus had given him.

But now, with Alice so close—

He had to decide.

Would he ignore her presence?

Or would he take the risk and try to find out the truth?

'There's nothing to decide.'

Max's eyes darkened with resolve.

Without hesitation, he drew his black sword, its blade reflecting the dim glow of the room's lighting.

Then—

Slice!

He cut his wrist, applying the force of 58 Draconic Essences—just enough to draw blood but not enough to cause significant harm.

A small wound opened on his skin.

Dark crimson blood flowed freely, pooling into thick droplets before spilling onto his hand.

Tap. Tap.

He moved swiftly, reaching for an empty glass from the table beside the tray of fruits.

Holding the glass steady, he let his blood drip into it, watching as the deep red liquid collected inside.

The process was quick and precise.

As soon as the glass was 10% filled, Max's wrist stopped bleeding.

And within seconds—

The wound healed completely, vanishing as if it had never existed.

Max lifted the glass, staring into the rich crimson liquid within.

His eyes gleamed sharply.

'This should be enough.'