Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1353 Max's Proposal!
Previously on Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100...
Upon retreating to his quarters in the underground section of the Divine Colosseum, Max at last permitted himself some relaxation, harnessing the solitude and hush to direct his focus inward away from the uproar in the arena overhead.
A good portion of his hours passed in leisurely toying with his mana as he engaged the Divine Essence floating in the atmosphere, probing the interactions between these powers and trying out minor concepts that arose while he adjusted to this unfamiliar surroundings.
From his focused efforts the day before, Max had reached a sharp understanding that Divine Essence outstripped the mana he had depended on up to this point in potency.
The gap between the two seemed vast, akin to mana serving merely as water for kindling next to the explosive might of liquid hydrogen, a realization that only fueled his urgency to surpass the pinnacle of Divine Rank without delay.
The prospect of shifting his power toward something resembling Divine Essence thrilled him, since he understood that genuine elevation could start only after such a change took hold.
Yet, after two complete days inside the Divine Colosseum, Max started to detect a grim and disturbing reality. He had yet to spot even one ascendant who had advanced past the top of Divine Rank.
Initially, he considered that they might simply not have achieved the breakthrough yet, but as moments dragged on, a darker suspicion took shape in his thoughts—that maybe breaking through proved impossible for them. Based on his observations, numerous long-time fighters here had endured years in the Divine Colosseum, remaining fixed at that ultimate stage without ever crossing into what lay beyond Divine Rank.
This pattern wasn't unique, as every individual he met appeared confined by the identical unseen barrier.
Such circumstances led Max to ponder if progressing past Divine Rank carried inherent challenges, or if some vital condition for that leap was absent entirely for those enslaved in the Divine Colosseum.
The notion persisted in his head, for should such a limit truly apply, lingering too long in this place would stifle his progress instead of advancing it.
"Anyway, I should level up as soon as I have enough energy to devour," Max whispered softly, his determination solidifying as he reclined a bit. "But first, I need to gain my freedom."
With that matter resolved, he shifted his gaze once more to the Divine Essence permeating the air, delicately experimenting with it anew in pursuit of fresh understandings and potentials concealed in its currents.
In this manner, the rest of the day faded away for Max with little disturbance, and soon enough, the period of respite concluded again.
As the third morning dawned, Max joined the other ascendants en route to the arena's edge, where a view awaited that instantly revealed the dramatic shifts since before.
The assembly filling the Divine Colosseum matched the previous day's size, perhaps swelling even more, and the second Max appeared, the audience burst into cheers, yells, and booming chants that rattled the seating areas.
The fervor exploded into utter frenzy right as he neared the arena, his simple arrival sufficient to set the whole colosseum ablaze.
Max released a soft sigh upon witnessing the spectacle ahead, since the response still struck him as over the top.
"Ladies and gentlemen, let us commence with the initial bout of Max Morgan," the announcer proclaimed, his tone booming across the Divine Colosseum with rehearsed zeal. True to form, his statement sparked yet another wild outburst from the throng, their thrill peaking once more, but before he could proceed further, Max spoke up and cut him off.
"I have a proposal to make," Max stated steadily.
Those words plunged the Divine Colosseum into total quiet, as though the entire realm had been hushed in an instant. Countless gazes fixed on Max simultaneously, brimming with intrigue and eagerness, for all sensed deep down that his forthcoming words would prove extraordinary.
"What proposal?" the announcer inquired, his interest evident as he eyed Max.
Max offered a faint smile prior to replying, his words projecting distinctly over the arena. "I would like to fight all three of my opponents from today's battles, along with the final tenth opponent, at the same time. I request that you arrange this for me."
For an instant, the arena stood frozen in inaction, the declaration not yet sinking in fully. Then, astonishment struck collectively, enveloping the Divine Colosseum in a silence so deep it bordered on the surreal.
In the following instant, that hush exploded into frenzy as the crowd unleashed unbridled uproar, their cries of shock and thrill merging in a surge that eclipsed any prior frenzy in the colosseum's annals.
"What? Max wants to fight the last four opponents at the same time? This is madness, this has never happened before in the history of the Divine Colosseum," a voice bellowed at full volume as its owner leaped upright, tone fracturing from raw incredulity.
"Are we really about to witness something this unbelievable, or am I dreaming right now," another fan hollered, grasping their skull as if to contain racing ideas, gaze riveted on Max amid a storm of exhilaration and apprehension.
"I am excited, I am really excited, please make it happen, I beg you to make it happen," a fellow shrieked wildly, pounding fists skyward while his frame quaked with expectancy, oblivious to all else in existence.
"This is insane, fighting four battles at once including the final opponent, this is not confidence anymore, this is absolute domination," another thundered, voice momentarily lost in the din before surging back fiercer.
"Hahaha, today will be carved into history, I knew coming here was the right decision," yet one more proclaimed, laced with frenzied chuckles as nearby folks devolved into unrestrained yells.
"Let him do it, let him do it right now, if Max wins this then even the Grim Gladiator will not feel untouchable anymore," a viewer roared, their declaration stoking wilder turmoil through the masses.
The Divine Colosseum spiraled into total disorder as myriad voices clashed together, individuals howling, cackling, bellowing, and stamping with such force that the edifice quivered, for in that instant, logic evaporated completely, leaving just a singular fixation in every soul there: they teetered on the brink of beholding an event destined for eternal legend.