Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1340 Divine Colosseum

Standing before the massive architecture of the Divine Colosseum, Max paused to observe the structure with a critical eye. His brow furrowed as he expanded his Three Dimensional Body, attempting to probe the space ahead, only to encounter a strange resistance.

His perception was cut off abruptly, no matter how hard he tried to peer into the depths of the building, as if a deliberate and vast force was obstructing his vision. This unmistakable sensation caused his instincts to sharpen instantly.

"A barrier has been placed here," Max concluded silently.

A subtle but undeniable shift occurred the moment he crossed the threshold of the grand entrance. His 5th level concept of space flickered with a slight tremor, and his Three Dimensional Body pulsed with a clear warning.

The surrounding environment felt isolated and compressed, giving him the impression of stepping into a sealed pocket of reality detached from the rest of the city. Driven by instinct, Max spun around to look at the path he had just walked, and only then was the truth revealed.

A transparent wall stood silently behind him, its surface so smooth and clear that it was nearly invisible to the casual observer. He was certain this barrier had been completely hidden from the outside view.

Max reached out, pressing his palm against the clear surface. Just as he suspected, the barrier did not give way. There was no ripple of energy, no distortion of light, and no reaction to his physical power. The wall remained absolute and unmovable.

"So once you enter, there is no turning back," Max whispered to himself. "Freedom really does have to be earned here."

Without dwelling on the thought, he turned away from the barrier and ventured further into the heart of the Divine Colosseum. As he moved forward, the layout of the facility became clear. The Colosseum was organized into three primary levels.

The massive spectator stands loomed above ground, where countless spectators would gather to watch the carnage. At the center of the structure sat the arena itself, a vast battlefield dedicated entirely to combat, blood, and survival. Below the surface lay the underground district, the living quarters for ascendants who had yet to win their liberty.

Max soon reached this subterranean section. Upon entering, he was greeted by a scene that defied his expectations. Rather than seeing warriors frantically sharpening their blades or cultivators in desperate preparation, he found groups of ascendants lounging, standing, and chatting as if they were in a common residential area.

Some were leaning against the stone walls, others sat cross-legged in silent Cultivation, and a few engaged in casual conversation within small circles.

Before Max could advance further, the sound of voices reached him.

"Look, another newbie has arrived," one man remarked, pointing openly at him.

"Do these newcomers actually believe they can secure ten consecutive wins?" another voice sneered. "What a joke."

"True, we've seen more newcomers in the Colosseum over the last few years," a third person added with a chuckle. "But it changes nothing. Every single one of them has failed. Achieving ten straight victories here is virtually impossible."

"They likely heard this was the quickest path to freedom and came rushing in," someone else noted with obvious amusement.

Dismissive laughter echoed through the underground hall. While not outright cruel, the eyes that turned toward Max and the other fresh arrivals were filled with pity, viewing these new ascenders as nothing more than naive fools chasing a hopeless dream.

Max remained silent, his expression unreadable and calm as he listened. He observed his surroundings, the people, and the underlying sense of resignation that sat beneath their laughter.

Just then, a man detached himself from the crowd and approached Max and the other newcomers. His posture was relaxed and almost friendly, though the faint smile on his lips failed to reach his eyes.

"Coming here was the worst decision you've ever made," the man stated calmly, his tone strangely casual. "However, I will say this much: if you possess enough strength, your life here will still be superior to rotting away in the mines." He gestured toward the deeper parts of the underground level. "Follow me. I will explain the regulations of the Divine Colosseum."

After exchanging brief looks, Max and the other newcomers followed the man. They walked through endless underground corridors illuminated by dim crystals embedded in the stone. The air was thick with a metallic scent, mixed with a heavier aroma that reminded Max of dried blood and ancient despair.

"Inside the fighting arena," the man began, his voice echoing softly as he maintained his pace, "there are no rules. Once you step onto the sands, anything goes. If you overcome your opponent, the choice to kill them or spare them is yours alone."

He paused for a second before continuing. "However, violence or killing within the underground area is strictly forbidden. Because of this, you don't have to worry about being harassed or attacked while you rest here."

Stopping momentarily, he turned to face the group with a more serious expression. "As for winning your freedom, the theory is simple. You will only be granted the opportunity to face the Grim Gladiator after you have secured ten consecutive victories in the colosseum. Defeat the Grim Gladiator, and your freedom is guaranteed."

A bitter smile touched his face as he spoke again. "But don't be mistaken. It is much easier to describe than to achieve. Many of us have been trapped here for years, and none have reached ten straight wins. Even among the rare geniuses who managed that milestone, not a single soul has defeated the Grim Gladiator."

They eventually reached a different part of the underground zone. Max slowed down to survey the area, which was lined with numerous doors set into the stone walls. Some doors featured names carved into metal plates, while others were blank. The hallway felt heavy with a sense of permanence, as if those who entered were destined to stay much longer than they planned.

"This is where you'll stay," the man said, gesturing toward the rows of rooms. "Claim an empty room and settle in for the day. Tomorrow, the real hell begins." He let out a short, resigned laugh before turning his back on the newcomers and walking away.

Max stood still for a moment, his eyes scanning the silent corridor and the many doors.

'From the looks of it... No one here has leveled up beyond the Divine Rank, which means the opponents I'll be facing will be at the peak of the Divine Rank as well.' He thought with a smile. 'I suppose this will be a walk in the park for me.'