Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1415 Trial of Cyrus!

While Max kept chatting about the specifics of the three trials alongside Carl and Laura, the constant drone of the star shuttle slowly diminished, then a faint tremor coursed through the whole cabin. In no time, the shuttle fully stopped, showing they had made it to their stop.

"Everyone, we've reached Planet Cyrus. Get off the shuttle one by one," Elder Roger's voice boomed out, steady and commanding, resonating sharply across the huge space inside.

With his command, the large doors at the shuttle's rear slid open. A fierce, strange glow flooded in from beyond, bringing along a heavy force that caused plenty of disciples to stiffen up right away. Yet order prevailed, and those at the front started to advance.

The lead disciple exited first.

Right when his boot hit the outer surface, his face contorted in horror. Fire burst forth around him out of nowhere, and before he could even yell, his whole form got smashed flat into the dirt like a hidden peak had dropped on top.

"What in the world is that?"

"How come he's burning up?"

"Did he set off a trap array?"

Puzzled shouts broke out within the shuttle as the disciples gawked at the horror in stunned silence. Before folks could wrap their heads around it, a bunch more disciples, thinking it was just bad luck, hurried out in sequence.

The outcome stayed the same.

The second they crossed the threshold, fire swallowed their frames, and brutal force pounded them down into the soil, their bodies pinned by a crushing weight that allowed zero fight back.

"What's going on here?"

"Why's the pull so brutal?"

"This can't be real!"

Alarm raced through the leftover disciples like a blaze. Fear laced their tones as they saw peers getting flattened one by one, not even able to rise properly.

Max's brow furrowed hard at the display. He glanced toward Carl and Laura for answers, but they seemed just as baffled. Carl's forehead creased deeply, and Laura's mouth hung open a bit, her gaze full of bewilderment.

"This isn't how it's supposed to go," Laura whispered softly.

"I've never come across anything like this," Carl replied darkly.

Right then, the five elders exited the star shuttle as one and hovered steadily above the group in mid-air. Their forms held strong against Planet Cyrus's harsh conditions, free from the slamming gravity and the wild flame laws tormenting the disciples underneath.

Looking over the bewildered and rattled expressions of the disciples below, slight grins formed on the elders' faces, like they had foreseen this exact response.

Elder Roger's tone cut through the disorder soon after, firm and crisp. "Think of this as its own challenge, even if it's not counted in the Thirty Six Hall Grand Trial officially."

The disciples underneath paid close attention, lots of them still shaking off the jolt from the events they'd seen.

"Planet Cyrus's surroundings and pull are wildly intricate," Elder Roger went on. "This realm stirs the laws into overdrive, particularly the flame laws. So, the second you touch down here, the gravity's force and the flame laws' effects hit your bodies full force."

He scanned the group with his eyes before saying evenly, "Should you not adjust to this realm's weight and the flame laws right away, you'll wind up like those initial few. Your frame will buckle under the strain, get driven into the dirt, and set ablaze by the unchecked flame law."

A thick quiet fell after his words as the truth hit the disciples. This wasn't some fluke or sneaky snare. Planet Cyrus was the opening hurdle, a ruthless sieve that required instant fitting in. Anyone who couldn't handle the strain wouldn't even make the cut to begin the Grand Trial.

Tension thickened in the air as the disciples realized their showing was under scrutiny from the instant they landed on this world.

While the group was still recovering from Elder Roger's words and questioning who would risk stepping onto Planet Cyrus next, one solitary shape moved ahead from the disciples. His stride was relaxed, his look cool almost to boredom.

"That's Aden."

"The top outer disciple."

"He's heading out for real?"

Murmurs spread across the bunch as every stare fixed on him. Aden Holloway ignored the spotlight completely. He strode right by the frozen disciples and planted his foot on Planet Cyrus's ground.

The moment his sole met the surface, the savage gravity smashed into him and fierce flames shot up from below, twisting around his form. His stance locked up, body taut like some unseen power had gripped him tight.

"He's frozen."

"He can't budge."

"The fire's wrapping him."

"Is even he having trouble?"

The chatter swelled as time stretched. Five seconds ticked by, flames still howling around Aden's frame, nipping at his gear and flesh. His expression stayed even, though sweat dotted his forehead under the world's relentless push.

"That force is serious."

"If Aden takes this long, how will we manage?"

Then, on the tenth second, a shift occurred.

The wild flames suddenly died down, pulling away like they'd missed their mark. The pounding weight lightened, and Aden's tense posture loosened. He shifted one foot ahead.

Then the next.

"How?"

"The fire's gone."

"He's moving."

"In only ten seconds?"

The group burst into astonishment. Disciples gaped as Aden kept going smoothly, steps fluid and free, like the nightmarish setup from before had vanished. He covered the ground with ease and halted under the five elders, upright and poised.

"Ten seconds... he handled it in just ten."

"That's wild."

"Makes sense he's number one."

"Is this the divide between him and us?"

Even self-proclaimed talents felt a shiver in their cores. Seeing Aden sync with Planet Cyrus's gravity and savage flame laws so fast crushed plenty of false hopes.

Max observed quietly from the throng, eyes glued to Aden's rear. The guy hadn't boasted or uttered a sound, but his moves alone broadcast a sharp point to all there.

This marked the peak benchmark.