Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1341 Supervisor Dan

Max stepped into a vacant chamber within the living quarters and pulled the heavy stone door shut. As he surveyed his surroundings, his brow twitched in annoyance. To describe this space as a room was an overstatement.

The interior was barren, containing only a jagged stone bed hewn from the cavern floor. It felt frigid and hollow, lacking bedding, furniture, or any form of decoration. The meager light filtering in from the hallway barely reached the corners, creating an atmosphere that was both cramped and suffocating.

"This is how they treat slaves," Max whispered, settling onto the stone slab. The surface was coarse and painful, yet he remained indifferent to the physical discomfort. Taking a deep breath, he centered his thoughts and forced himself into a state of absolute calm.

There was no point in complaining about the environment. In this place, just like every world he had traversed, only power and status held any weight.

"If the plan holds, Instructor Virelia should arrive shortly," Max mused, leaning back and shutting his eyes. He began to meticulously map out his future actions. "Until then, I must earn my release by defeating the Grim Gladiator."

This wasn't a boast born of pride, but a cold assessment of reality. Languishing in the Divine Colosseum would only hinder his growth, and he refused to squander years engaged in trivial struggles for survival.

He recalled Freya’s instructions. She had outlined several objectives for him upon reaching the Divine Realm—tasks designed to help him forge a powerful Foundation and exert influence beyond the reach of the Black Dragon Palace. However, none of those goals were attainable without a recognized status.

In the Divine Realm, status was the ultimate currency, and within the Black Dragon Palace, that status was defined by one's strength and lineage.

"I remember that seven great families govern the Black Dragon Palace," Max murmured, his eyes snapping open. "They sit at the pinnacle of this organization." He frowned, contemplating the implications.

To ascend the ranks of the Black Dragon Palace and claim its most precious resources, joining one of those seven families was a necessity. Independent Cultivation rarely led to the inner circles of such factions, regardless of one’s innate talent.

"I wonder which family Instructor Virelia belongs to," Max pondered, his mind returning to Obsidian Dragon City. That location had provided his first true insight into the hierarchy of the Divine Realm, even prior to his ascension.

The memory of Lucia Grims, a scion of one of those elite families, remained vivid. Meeting her had given him a glimpse into just how formidable and profound the Black Dragon Palace truly was.

"Seven great families rule the Black Dragon Palace," Max thought to himself. "They are the true masters here." His gaze sharpened. To rise rapidly, he required their patronage. Without such a shield, even the most brilliant genius could be suppressed, marginalized, or simply made to vanish.

"Lucia already knows of me," Max noted, remembering her piercing eyes and calculating nature. "And she is a member of the Grims family." A subtle smile touched his lips. "With a bit of luck, I might encounter her again and find a place within the Grims family."

He reclined on the stone slab and watched the ceiling, his face a mask of quiet determination. The Divine Colosseum was merely the first hurdle in this new realm. Once he walked out as a free man, his true path through the Divine Realm would commence.

Time drifted by as Max rested for a full day and night, utilizing the quiet of the subterranean cells to test the laws of the Divine Realm against his fifth-level concepts. Every experiment led to the same result.

The laws here were more profound, more compact, and far more rigid than those in Acaris. Even the concepts he had mastered to the peak felt constricted, as if they were being weighed and held back by a colossal, invisible force.

He didn't let frustration take hold. Instead, he watched and adapted, cataloging every minor reaction his power triggered. By the time the signal to assemble rang through the tunnels, Max had fully recalibrated his mind for this new reality.

The ascenders congregated in a massive hall beneath the Divine Colosseum. The chamber was carved from dark stone, its walls etched with runes that vibrated with the pulse of Divine Essence.

The veterans, who had survived here for years, stood with an air of casual indifference. In contrast, the newcomers—Max included—were vigilant and wary. Some showed flashes of anxiety, while others masked their fear with a facade of bravado.

Despite these differences, a heavy silence hung over the group as they waited for the inevitable.

Suddenly, a middle-aged man emerged from the shadows. His dark blue hair was tied back carelessly, and he wore a pleasant smile that seemed entirely disconnected from his eyes. His mere presence silenced the room instantly.

"Most of you recognize me," he began, his voice projecting easily across the hall. "I am Supervisor Dan of the Divine Colosseum. I oversee everything that occurs within these walls. This place functions only because I permit it."

His eyes roved over the assembly before pausing on the new recruits. "I see some new faces today. Excellent. Listen well, newcomers. You are required to fight three matches every single day." His tone was light, but the weight of his words was undeniable. "If you lose all three matches in one day, the following day will be a battle for your life. There are no exceptions. Ensure you win at least one match daily."

Dan’s smile widened slightly as he went on. "Win two matches, and you will live in comfort. Win all three, and you will live like royalty. You will have access to resources, high-grade food, recovery chambers, and benefits that common miners can only dream of."

He paused, letting the gravity of the situation settle. "That is the reality of the Divine Colosseum."

"What is the path to freedom?" Max asked steadily, his voice breaking the silence.

Dan shifted his gaze toward him, visibly surprised by the directness of the question. He stared at Max for a moment, gauging his aura, before a flicker of contempt crossed his face. Seeing Max was only at the sixth level of the Divine Rank, Dan wondered how such a mediocre individual had even managed to ascend.

"Freedom?" Dan chuckled softly. "Of course, freedom is an option." His smile took on a predatory edge. "You fight three times a day. If you can secure victories in every match for three days straight, then on the fourth day—after winning your final bout—you are permitted to challenge the Grim Gladiator whenever you wish."

Silence reclaimed the hall. To the veterans, these words were a bitter reminder of an impossible task. To the newcomers, they offered a mixture of hope and terror. To Max, they were simply the roadmap he needed.