Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1356 Behind the Divine Colosseum

Previously on Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100...

Max unleashed a burst of red lightning through the Storm King's Inheritance, vanishing in an instant to hurl Korr, Yuren, Malkor, and Selene from the arena before they could react, defeating the legendary warriors in mere seconds without granting them any chance for tricks or poisons. The crowd reeled in disbelief, their voices overlapping in awe at how these fighters—who had once survived the Grim Gladiator—were effortlessly dominated by raw speed and strength, far beyond concepts or techniques. As stunned spectators like Jaden and Lucia pondered Max's hidden power, potentially at Rebirth Realm levels, he calmly demanded to face the Grim Gladiator immediately, igniting the colosseum into a thunderous chant that united thousands in urging the legendary battle to begin without delay.

The relentless echoes of Max and the Grim Gladiator's chants reverberated endlessly across the Divine Colosseum, prompting the announcer to gradually hush, his features frozen in place as he lingered powerless at his station. Such a ruling lay well outside his jurisdiction, for the choice of whether Max could clash with the Grim Gladiator had never rested in his grasp from the outset.

Solely the superiors who governed the Divine Colosseum—or, to put it more accurately, the Heron Family's directives—possessed the authority to shape how events would progress from here.

Thus, the announcer had no choice but to stay rooted there, enduring the weight of thousands upon thousands of staring eyes as he awaited a resolution he couldn't deliver himself.

Buried deep inside the Divine Colosseum's core, shielded from the thundering spectators and isolated from the turmoil overhead, lay a spacious chamber resembling an office. At its center stood a circular table forged from shadowy crystal, encircled by three figures who dictated every bout, every regulation, and every fate inside the arena.

Among them, two were males, and the third a female; these three shadows truly pulled the strings of the Divine Colosseum from the darkness.

"This kid's power is way too overwhelming," one man grumbled, his brow furrowed deeply. Known as Randolf, he cut an imposing figure with his robust build, bushy beard, and gleaming bald scalp that caught the dim glow of the space. "He crushed all four fighters we threw at him without breaking a sweat." Frustration and incredulity laced his words, since those four had been intended as far more than mere hurdles.

"What's our next move?" the other man inquired, his tone measured yet gravely intent. He went by Chris, differing from Randolf with his smooth-shaven jaw and shoulder-length tresses. "His prowess has already outstripped the Grim Gladiator's by a wide margin. Pitting the Grim Gladiator against him at this point would just repeat the defeats of those prior four encounters."

Chris hesitated for a moment before pressing on, his face growing somber. "Worse still, this kid's got the gall to outright spurn the Heron Family. Had he just accepted our offer, we wouldn't be in this mess, but now his reputation has ballooned to the point where I'm sure the other six major clans are keeping a sharp eye on him."

"Hmph," the woman huffed icily, her stare piercing as she broke her silence at last. She was Malissa, the one wielding the most sway among the trio in the Divine Colosseum. Her ties to the Heron Family ran deeper and firmer than those of her companions, lending her statements an undeniable force.

"If that kid can't be ours, then no other family will claim him either. Sure, it might not shift the bigger picture much, but I won't stand for him charting his own course after turning down the Heron Family." Her eyes chilled further as her tone sharpened. "Anyone who defies our family gets no shot at tranquility, least of all some ordinary fool bold enough to rise above us."

"What does the family desire?" Chris questioned, his forehead creased in concern, his voice careful as he glanced at Malissa. He knew all too well that even if they yearned to smash Max and quash the chaos he stirred, their private wishes paled against the family's overarching command.

For individuals like them, lineage and familial dominance always took precedence, forcing any individual grudges to yield to that unyielding truth.

"Father instructed me to pull Max into our fold no matter what, but I'm not about to heed that," Malissa scoffed disdainfully, her mouth twisting in contempt. "We offered once, and he spat it back. That's plenty. A soul gutsy enough to rebuff the Heron Family earns no further mercy." With that, she fixed her keen eyes on Randolf and Chris, squinting slightly as she went on. "Unleash the third."

"The third?" Randolf and Chris blurted out nearly together, their faces etched with astonishment. Those mere words thickened the atmosphere in the chamber, as both grasped precisely what Malissa meant.

"But deploying that one requires the family head's direct consent," Chris countered swiftly, his words edged with strain as he sought to persuade her. "Throwing him at Max right now risks everything spiraling beyond repair. Once we start, there's no turning back."

Randolf bobbed his head right away in support, his look solemn as he added his voice. "Exactly, Malissa. The family head made it crystal clear that the third can't be mobilized without his personal order. Solving the Max issue this way might work, but he'll never excuse us for going rogue."

"You dare challenge me?" Malissa queried evenly, but the instant her phrase escaped, the room's warmth seemed to plummet. Her gaze pinned the pair, intense and oppressive, brooking no debate.

Randolf and Chris promptly bowed their heads, avoiding her stare entirely. They shrank from defying her, even as they recognized boundaries in the Heron Family that demanded the patriarch's explicit nod to breach.

"Follow my command," Malissa stated flatly, her assurance rock-solid. "I'll handle father on my own." While saying this, she shifted her focus to the massive display in the room, showing Max's form poised steadily in the arena, oblivious to the verdict forming out of sight.

Randolf and Chris shared a quick glance brimming with doubt and worry, acutely aware of the fallout from their impending actions.

Ultimately, though, neither uttered further protest. They pivoted quietly and set off to execute Malissa's directive, freeing the third and igniting a chain of events impossible to rein in.