Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1353 Max's Proposal!

Upon heading back to his quarters in the underground section of the Divine Colosseum, Max at last permitted himself some relaxation, drawing on the seclusion and stillness to turn his focus inward instead of toward the turmoil raging in the arena overhead.

A good portion of his hours passed in leisurely control of his mana while engaging with the Divine Essence floating in the atmosphere, trying out how these two forces interacted and probing minor concepts that surfaced in his thoughts as he adapted further to this unfamiliar setting.

From the intense focus of the day before, Max reached a sharp understanding that Divine Essence surpassed the mana he had depended on so far by a wide margin.

The gap between the two seemed enormous, like comparing mere water as a basic fuel to something far more explosive such as liquid hydrogen, and this insight only fueled his urgency to surpass the pinnacle of Divine Rank without delay.

Envisioning the shift of his power toward something resembling Divine Essence sparked eagerness in him, since he realized that genuine elevation could start only after that change took hold.

Yet, following two complete days inside the Divine Colosseum, Max started to detect a grim and disturbing reality. He hadn't spotted even one ascendant who had advanced past the top of Divine Rank.

Initially, he considered that they might just not have achieved the breakthrough yet, but as moments dragged on, a darker idea crept into his head—that maybe breaking through was impossible for them. Based on his observations, numerous long-time fighters here had spent years in the Divine Colosseum, yet they remained trapped at that maximum stage, never crossing into the territory above Divine Rank.

This wasn't a lone occurrence, as every person he met appeared held back by the same unseen barrier.

Such observations led Max to ponder if progressing past Divine Rank was naturally challenging, or if some essential condition for that leap was absent for those enslaved in the Divine Colosseum.

That notion stuck with him, for if a true limitation like that was in place, staying too long here might obstruct his progress instead of advancing it.

"Anyway, I should level up once I've got sufficient energy to absorb," Max whispered softly, his determination solidifying as he reclined a bit. "But first, I need to secure my freedom."

Having resolved that, he shifted his focus once more to the Divine Essence permeating the air, delicately experimenting with it again while seeking fresh understandings and potentials concealed in its currents.

In that manner, the rest of the day flowed past for Max with little disturbance, and soon enough, the break period concluded again without him noticing.

As the third morning dawned, Max joined the other ascendants en route to the arena's edge, only to face a scene that instantly revealed the dramatic shifts that had occurred.

The assembly in 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.

That fervor exploded into total frenzy the moment he neared the arena, as though his simple arrival was 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's kick off with the opening match for Max Morgan," the announcer proclaimed, his tone booming across the Divine Colosseum with rehearsed zeal. True to form, his statement sparked another huge outburst from the throng, their thrill peaking once more, but right as the announcer prepared to go on, Max spoke up and cut him off.

"I have a proposal to make," Max stated steadily.

His words dropped the Divine Colosseum into utter quiet, like flipping a switch to silence the entire realm. Countless gazes fixed on Max simultaneously, brimming with intrigue and eagerness, as all sensed deep down that his upcoming statement would be anything but commonplace.

"What proposal?" the announcer inquired, his interest evident as he eyed Max.

Max offered a faint smile before replying, his words projecting sharply over the arena. "I want to battle all three of my foes from today's fights, plus the ultimate tenth challenger, simultaneously. Please set that up for me."

For an instant, the arena stayed frozen, the declaration not yet sinking in. Then, astonishment struck collectively, dragging the Divine Colosseum into a hush so deep it seemed impossible.

Within the following instant, that quiet exploded as the spectators surged into wild frenzy, their cries of shock and hype blending into a storm that outstripped any prior frenzy in the colosseum's records.

"What? Max intends to take on the final four rivals together? This is utter lunacy, nothing like this has ever occurred in the Divine Colosseum's past," a voice bellowed at full volume as its owner leaped up, tone breaking from raw incredulity.

"Are we truly on the verge of seeing something this extraordinary, or is this all a dream," another fan hollered, gripping their skull as if to contain exploding ideas, gaze glued to Max amid a swirl of fiery thrill and dread.

"I'm thrilled, truly thrilled, please let this go ahead, I implore you to allow it," a fellow shrieked in frenzy, pounding fists skyward while his frame shook with expectation, oblivious to all else in existence.

"This is wild, tackling four clashes in one go with the top foe included, this goes beyond mere assurance, it's total supremacy," another thundered, sound briefly lost in the din before surging louder with amplified force.

"Hahaha, this day will etch itself into the annals, I knew attending was wise," yet another wailed, laced with frenzied chuckles as nearby folks started yelling without restraint.

"Let him proceed, make it happen immediately, if Max triumphs here then even the Grim Gladiator won't seem invincible," a viewer roared, phrase sparking wilder turmoil through the masses.

The Divine Colosseum plunged into total uproar as myriad voices clashed together, individuals howling, cackling, bellowing, and stamping with such vigor that the building quaked, for in that instant, logic evaporated and a single idea gripped every soul there—that they teetered on the brink of beholding an event destined for eternal legend.