Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1350 Start of the second day

Max reclined on the chilly stone slab, permitting his body to recover through the day, since his victories in all three contests had granted him official release from duties until the upcoming round.

Nevertheless, despite this liberty, the restraints imposed by the Divine Colosseum underscored that scarcely any worthwhile pursuits were available, for the subterranean chambers supplied little more than quietude and anticipation.

While gazing at the uneven ceiling overhead, a notion emerged in his thoughts, prompting him to murmur, "I wonder, will there be any awards for defeating the Grim Gladiator?"

Nearly at once, a response shaped itself in his mind, drawing a gentle laugh from him as he surmised that any prize ahead would probably originate from the Heron family, rendering the prospect all the more sardonic in light of recent events.

After a brief interval, Max rose and folded his legs, shutting his eyes while he meticulously perceived the world's laws encircling him and the stream of Divine Essence suffusing the Divine Colosseum.

The power inside him remained mana, not Divine Essence, and the sole alteration from the Energy Stabilizing Pool was that his mana ceased its wild responses when encountering Divine Essence.

As he inhaled steadily, a sigh escaped him unavoidably, for he grasped how scant his knowledge was regarding realms surpassing Divine Rank, and this scarcity of details left him feeling oddly sightless in this expansive unfamiliar domain.

He pondered if an extranet-like mechanism operated here, a network for unrestricted knowledge exchange, but he soon rejected the idea, aware that even if it existed, it would stay inaccessible to him for ages.

In Max's view, the level beyond Divine Rank marked the stage where mana fully converted to Divine Essence, allowing one to genuinely qualify as a Divine Realm entity.

With this in mind, he concluded there was no value in idling and silently committed to further steadying his mana. Turning his focus inward, he methodically directed his energy with care and accuracy, and over the hours, various ascenders neared him from intrigue, inquiring about his origin world and the source of his formidable power.

Max replied to queries as they arose without deep consideration, and after these short exchanges concluded, he resumed his cultivation, gradually purifying his mana until the extended day at last drew to a close.

The following day brought Max and fellow ascenders back together close to the arena, and the instant he appeared, he sensed the mood had shifted entirely.

The Divine Colosseum brimmed fuller than before, every chair occupied solidly with throngs standing in any available spots, their expressions brimming with eagerness. The clamor by itself was overpowering, a turbulent buzz signaling an imminent outburst.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Divine Colosseum," the announcer's voice thundered to the audience, and as his statement echoed, the pent-up din burst into thunderous applause that rattled the whole venue.

The announcer paused until the uproar faded before proceeding, his delivery intentionally theatrical. "Today, we have decided to do something special. We have decided to begin today's battles with Max's three matches."

Right after the announcer's pronouncement, the audience erupted in a frenzy of shouts, each more intense and urgent than the previous, their thrill pouring forth unchecked as spectators exchanged stunned and delighted glances.

"Did you hear that properly, they are starting today with Max's three matches, this colosseum has truly lost its mind," a man yelled while clutching the barrier ahead, his eyes alight with eagerness.

"So it is true, everyone came here today just for him, I knew it was strange how every seat was already filled before the battles even began," another onlooker exclaimed with thrill, struggling to remain in his place.

"Hahaha, starting with Max means they know exactly what we want to see, today is going to be even crazier than yesterday," another person chuckled boisterously, their tone quivering with exhilaration.

"I do not care who the other warriors are today, as long as Max fights first, this trip was already worth it," a woman declared leaning in, her stare fixed on the arena.

"This is insane, the Divine Colosseum has never arranged battles like this before, they are treating Max like the main event," yet another voice cried out, laced with wonder instead of surprise.

"Win or lose, I just want to see how far he can go today, if he wins all three again then this place might actually explode," a man remarked anxiously, blending jest with earnestness as the surrounding din escalated.

As additional shouts blended in, the acclamations swelled louder, forming a surging tide of fervor that engulfed the Divine Colosseum, revealing that the spectators' tolerance had vanished and that everyone now anticipated just one occurrence: Max entering the arena anew.

"They are really marketing my battles," Max whispered with a grin while positioned by the arena, for the purpose of this scheduling was plain to him.

By scheduling his three bouts right at the day's outset, they guaranteed the audience's fervor would surge from the beginning, and crucially, they prepared the groundwork to attract a bigger turnout tomorrow.

Those viewing his clashes today would share tales, drawing even more attendees the next day, fueled by intrigue and buzz.

Max comprehended this tactic well, and although he held no strong objection to serving as entertainment, he had to admit its effectiveness was impressive.

"Let us see who will fight Max in his first battle today," the announcer proclaimed, his words resounding across the Divine Colosseum as a gigantic hologram materialized high over the arena.