Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1523 Divine Ability of Flames!

Max's eyes dropped on instinct, and right then, a powerful warmth surged into being within his right palm. This warmth swiftly escalated to intense heat, then to a searing burn that brought no pain yet demanded his full notice.

Lifting his hand, Max watched a subtle crimson radiance emerge from the heart of his palm. The radiance intensified rapidly, soon spawning slender threads of light that etched into his skin, writhing and curling like flames with a life of their own.

These threads wove together intricately, crafting a captivating pattern that evoked fire captured mid-dance. In mere seconds, the emblem finished forming.

A fiery sigil now occupied the palm's center, emitting a gentle warmth that seemed utterly innate, as though it had resided there eternally.

With the emblem stabilized, a surge of insight flooded Max's mind effortlessly. This wasn't knowledge gained through study or training—it simply manifested inside him.

The insight of the Divine Ability.

"Let me test out this Divine Ability of mine," Max whispered, curiosity sparking in his gaze.

He concentrated his intent.

Nearly at once, the fiery emblem on his right palm reacted.

The subdued glow lurking under his skin erupted vividly, blazing with profound crimson luster. This light didn't stay in his palm—it expanded outward, streaming across his skin like molten fire.

Within seconds, his entire palm shone with that brilliant radiance, but the advance persisted. The red light climbed his wrist, then ascended further to mid-forearm, halting shy of his elbow.

Max tilted his hand upward for inspection.

The radiance burned fiercely, yet caused him no harm. Rather, it felt wholly natural, like his arm had forever harbored this might. The power within the emblem pulsed steadily, fully obedient to his command.

Wasting no moment, Max raised his left hand.

A mere thought sparked black flames in his palm. They burned silently, thick and laden with ruinous force. He'd wielded these flames endlessly before, always letting them overwhelm, devour, and dominate all they touched.

Gradually, Max drew his left hand toward the right.

The black flames wavered nearing the crimson radiance.

Then, upon contact with his right palm, an astonishing event unfolded.

The black flames avoided collision with the red glow.

They dispersed.

As if cohesion vanished in a flash, the instant they brushed the crimson light, the flames shattered and faded, erased like they'd never been.

Shock widened Max's eyes.

"Even my black flames aren't spared," he murmured, voice laced with incredulity.

He fixed his gaze on his right hand, observing the unwavering crimson radiance enveloping it.

His black flames weren't mere fire—they stemmed from his bloodline, inherently devouring and suppressing with unmatched might. Never before had anything dismantled them so effortlessly.

But this Divine Ability had achieved just that.

Seriousness crept over Max's face as he dissected the spectacle.

The ability's accompanying knowledge clarified in his thoughts.

This wasn't mere amplification.

It ran far deeper.

Fundamentally, this Divine Ability let him negate flame-based assaults in a range tied to his power. Flames entering that zone lost form and potency, powerless unless surpassing his dominion.

Not just that—the ability bestowed command over flame constructs too.

Within his control radius, he could seize flames freely, usurp their master's hold, and redirect them against their origin.

Max gradually balled his right fist.

The crimson radiance pulsed faintly in sync.

"This is… way stronger than I imagined," he breathed.

For now, the ability lacked a title, yet its essence stood crystal clear.

It transcended a simple flame power.

It embodied dominion over flames.

Max eyed his luminous arm anew, insight sharpening his stare as he grasped the profound worth of his new acquisition.

Suddenly, a notion struck Max, subtly altering his look while igniting fresh curiosity. His focus shifted inward to the fiery limb of his Chaos Tree, where four matching fruits dangled serene, exuding a soft enigmatic sheen.

If one fruit bestowed a Divine Ability, what might the other four yield? Could devouring each spawn more Divine Abilities?

The notion struck him as outrageous, almost impossibly ideal, yet the urge to experiment proved irresistible.

Max knew such chances seldom repeated—if even a hint of extra power existed, he must verify it personally.

After brief deliberation, Max rejected guesswork. With pure will, he extended toward his inner Chaos Tree and harvested another fruit from the fiery branch.

True to before, the fruit obeyed, materializing in his grasp externally. He cradled it, scrutinizing intently, eyes narrowing on its traits. Promptly, the known details arose in his mind.

[Chaos Flame Fruit]

– Description: [A product of the Chaos Tree born from the essence of world laws.]

– Effect: [Eating this fruit grants the birth of a divine body of flames.]

– Note: [No effect to Host.]

Max scanned the details wordlessly, reacting far more composedly this time. Realization dawned on his features as he nodded slowly.

"I get it," he whispered. "Only the first fruit bestows a Divine Ability."

The truth clicked seamlessly, perfectly logical. Granting a unique Divine Ability per fruit would overwhelm even the Chaos Tree's marvels.

Limits existed, and he now knew theirs.

Though no more Divine Abilities awaited from the rest, disappointment eluded Max. A subtle grin touched his lips as he regarded the fruit. Their worth remained immense.

Imparting a divine flame body to others defied ordinary valuation.

In the Divine Realm, such boons could rewrite destinies, elevating common talents to pinnacle contenders.

"These will prove invaluable later," Max said contentedly, stowing the fruit.

He harbored precise visions for their deployment—bolstering comrades, forging his faction, or crafting devoted powerhouses of vast promise, all pivotal to his forthcoming schemes.