Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1527 Another Source for the Imperial Bloodline?!

"Suppose I accept everything you've said," Isabella uttered following an extended silence, her eyebrows knitting faintly as she grappled with all the revelations he'd shared. Her voice had shed its sarcasm and skepticism, yet it still lacked full conviction. "Does joining you require me to abandon the Black Dragon Clan?"

Without a second's delay, Max shook his head, his face serene and unflinching, as though he'd long pondered this very worry.

"No," he answered. "You'll stay part of the Black Dragon Clan, exactly as before. Your status here remains unchanged. Yet, you'll also join my own group."

Though straightforward, his statement held profound implications. He wasn't demanding she forsake her origins. Rather, he invited her to transcend them.

Isabella nodded gradually, letting his response sink in while her mind kept evolving.

"I get that you're building this hidden organization," she remarked moments later, her gaze sharpening as she eyed him once more. "But there's something far more crucial I need to know."

Her tone turned grave as she pressed on, "What's the real aim of this group? What's your grand objective in forming it?"

Max paused briefly before replying, his voice firm and unyielding. "I can't reveal that yet," he stated evenly. "Only true members of my group learn that secret."

Isabella held back her immediate reply. Her eyes dropped momentarily, plunging her thoughts into intense reflection. Silence enveloped the chamber again as she balanced all factors in her soul.

As the Black Dragon Clan's prodigy, ambition had always burned inside her, fueling dreams of summits beyond ordinary reach. However, she keenly recognized the constraints of her lineage.

Despite her exceptional gifts, the third-rate standing of the Black Dragon Clan in the immense Divine Realm capped her potential—a barrier she'd always sensed, unspoken.

Now Max appeared before her, presenting a chance to shatter that boundary.

He described ascending to the Divine Realm's pinnacle like an attainable destiny, not a remote fantasy. He claimed dominance over Zain prior to her Imperial Bloodline's full emergence, a notion that seemed absurd at first glance.

But reflecting on his feats—his freakish progress, his crushing power, and the myriad impossibilities he'd achieved—she struggled to label his claims as empty bravado.

This rendered her choice agonizing.

"I require time to mull this over," Isabella declared at last, raising her gaze to meet his, her face etched with gravity and inner turmoil.

She grasped precisely the weight of his proposal. Aligning with his force demanded total dedication, beyond mere words—through deeds and unwavering allegiance. It meant entrusting her destiny, maybe her very life, to him.

Yet the prospect he dangled was impossible to overlook.

Was she prepared for that leap?

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Did she genuinely trust him?

Was she prepared for that leap?

Did she genuinely trust him?

Or was it merely a high-stakes wager of all she possessed?

With these dilemmas swirling in her thoughts, Isabella discovered, after ages, she lacked a clear resolution.

"Take all the time you need," Max responded evenly, his voice patient, betraying no urgency for her verdict.

"Hm." Isabella gave a subtle nod, her psyche torn between doubt and allure.

Quietness briefly reclaimed the space, until a new idea struck her. Her features altered, and she fixed Max with a graver stare. "You opened up about your bloodline to me," she said deliberately, "so I'll share details on the Imperial Bloodline too."

Max's gaze intensified, his curiosity instantly ignited.

"The dragon heart buried deep in the Black Dragon Clan," Isabella proceeded, "didn't originate from the clan. It came from a taboo world called Orion."

Uttering that name subtly altered the air, the term bearing an undeniable gravity.

"Rumors persist," she added, her tone hushed, "that millennia back, a real true dragon perished on that world. No heir or blood inheritor—a bona fide primordial dragon whose might eclipsed comprehension for most Divine Realm entities."

A trace of reverence gleamed in her eyes. "The heart our clan holds… legends claim it was harvested from that dragon's remains."

Max absorbed her words in silence, his attention profoundly engaged.

Isabella pressed forward, her voice more contemplative. "If one heart from that beast birthed the Imperial Bloodline's origin in our clan, it stands to reason the corpse's other parts retained immense worth. What lingers of that dragon on Orion might harbor an equal font… or something vastly superior."

"A taboo world… Orion," Max echoed thoughtfully, his eyes narrowing with sparking intrigue.

Should her tale hold truth, it transcended gossip—it was a golden prospect.

Another fragment linked to that dragon could spare Isabella's life while granting him an alternative route. It might yield treasures eclipsing the heart's power.

"Share more on this Orion," Max urged, his tone composed yet laced with keen fervor.