Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 2050 Virgil's Bet!

As the excitement around the Battle Space kept rising, Daniel and Bregor walked to the registration platform and submitted the names of their three contestants.

The process was simple but solemn. Both of them placed their palms on the dark stone platform, and the bronze marks on their wrists lit up at the same time.

A moment later, several lines of light appeared in the air above the platform, recording the names of the participants, the races they represented, the number of battles, and the wager between the two sides.

Once registration wrapped up, the notice above the Battle Space glowed even brighter, and the crowd outside stirred again.

Daniel returned to Max, Damian, and Revona. His expression stayed calm as he looked at the three of them.

"Revona, you're up first. Damian, you go second. Max, you fight last."

The three of them nodded.

Max didn't object, though he quietly figured he might not even need to fight if Revona and Damian did well.

Both of them were geniuses chosen by the Primordial Race, and their strength wasn't ordinary. If they won the first two battles, the third wouldn't even matter.

Still, Max didn't underestimate the Dragon Race. 'The Dragon Race isn't something anyone should take lightly,' Max thought.

He knew this better than most. After all, he himself carried the Black Dragon Chaotic Bloodline, and because of that, he understood how terrifying a true dragon body could be.

Even in humanoid form, Dragon Race members had monstrous vitality, overwhelming defenses, explosive strength, and instincts far sharper than ordinary cultivators. If Damian and Revona judged them only by cultivation level, they might take a loss before they even realized what happened.

Anna seemed to share the same worry. She stepped closer to the three of them and lowered her voice. "Listen carefully. Dragon Race members aren't like ordinary opponents. Their bodies are their biggest advantage. Their scales can block attacks that would injure anyone else, their bloodline gives them powerful recovery, and their physical strength alone can suppress enemies before a technique even gets used."

Revona listened with a serious expression.

Damian focused on her words too.

Anna continued, "Don't clash with them carelessly in close combat unless you're confident in your own body. Their defense runs extremely strong, but that doesn't mean they have no weaknesses. Their movements hit hard but land heavy when they lean on brute force, and a lot of dragons get arrogant because of their natural strength. Make them overextend. Go for the joints, eyes, throat, and anywhere their scales run thinner. If they push their transformation further, don't just stand there and try to endure it. Keep moving."

Daniel added from the side, "Also keep in mind this is the Battle Space. You won't actually die inside it, but the pain, pressure, and exhaustion will still feel real. Don't relax just because it's virtual. A lot of newcomers lose because they treat it like a game."

Revona smiled faintly. "Understood."

Damian nodded. "I'll keep that in mind."

Max stayed silent, but his gaze drifted toward the Dragon Race side.

At that moment, one of the Dragon Race newcomers stepped forward. He stood tall and muscular, with dark green scales covering both arms and spreading up the side of his neck.

Two short horns curved from his forehead, and his golden vertical pupils carried a fierce confidence. His aura sat firmly at the 1st level of the Divine Lord Realm, and even among the four Dragon Race newcomers, his presence didn't come off weak.

He looked toward the Primordial side and spoke loud enough for the crowd around him to hear. "I'm Virgil. I'll fight first. Who's my opponent?"

Revona stepped forward with a light smile. Her silver hair moved gently behind her, and her expression stayed composed even under the crowd's pressure.

"That'd be me," she said. "I'm Revona."

Virgil studied her for a moment before nodding. "Revona, huh? Good."

Then a grin crossed his face. "Since we're already fighting, how about we make it more interesting?"

Revona raised a brow. "What do you mean?"

"Let's put a personal bet on our battle," Virgil said.

The crowd around them perked up immediately.

Revona didn't refuse right away. "How much are you thinking?"

Virgil lifted his wrist, and the bronze mark on it glowed faintly. "Two hundred Bronze Marks."

Revona's eyes widened slightly. Two hundred Bronze Marks wasn't a small amount for a newcomer. Even though she'd just earned three hundred and twenty-five Bronze Marks from the Battle Space, risking two hundred of them on a single fight still counted as a bold move.

Damian showed a trace of surprise too, and even Max looked at Virgil with a bit more interest.

This dragon carried real confidence. Or maybe he was just arrogant.

Revona looked at him for a few breaths. Then she smiled.

"Fine," she said. "Don't regret it later."

Virgil's grin widened. "That should be my line."

The registration platform responded to their agreement right away. Two beams of bronze light dropped from the air and connected to the marks on their wrists. The numbers on both marks flickered briefly before the Battle Space itself recorded the wager.

A new line appeared on the floating notice above the arena.

[First Battle: Revona of the Primordial Universe against Virgil of the Dragon Race.]

[Personal Wager: Two hundred Bronze Marks.]

The crowd grew even louder. Some Primordials looked at Revona with hope. The Dragon Race members wore confident expressions, clearly believing Virgil's win was already locked in. Devils sneered, ready to enjoy the show, while angels and spirits watched with quiet interest.

On the raised platform, Shreya's luminous eyes shifted toward Revona and Virgil too, like she wanted to see if these newcomers were worth remembering.

Then the runes around the Battle Space began to shine. A circular formation opened beneath Revona's feet. At almost the same moment, another formation appeared beneath Virgil.

Revona turned her head slightly and glanced once at Max and Damian, her smile still calm. "I'll be back after I win."

Damian nodded. "Be careful."

Max looked at her and said, "Don't underestimate his body."

"I know," Revona replied.

Virgil laughed from the other side. "You've still got time to worry about yourself."