Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 2095 Arkorg!
Previously on Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100...
"Let's get ourselves registered on the Challenge Platform," Max said as he set off toward the enormous floating board.
Ervin, Rosaline, and Rakan walked along beside him.
The nearer they got, the more details stood out on the translucent platform. Hundreds of names were sorted into several sections, and each entry listed the participant's race, cultivation realm, number of shadows completed, current wager, and availability status.
Every few seconds, some names vanished as their owners were pulled into battle, and new ones appeared almost at once to take their place.
A large crowd had gathered beneath the platform. Some were carefully looking through potential opponents before issuing a challenge, while others had already registered and were simply waiting for someone to pick their names.
Max's arrival drew attention almost immediately. Several conversations around the platform died down, and more than a few people turned toward him.
"That's Max Voidwalker."
"The Law Manifestation Realm Primordial?"
"That's the one."
"I heard he destroyed a Dragon Race genius with a single finger."
"Then why is he registering himself?"
"Maybe he doesn't have enough Bronze Marks to challenge anyone directly."
Max paid the whispers no mind. By now he had accepted that wherever he went inside the Ten Shadows Trial, his cultivation realm alone would draw stares even if nobody knew his name.
The four of them stopped beneath the Challenge Platform, and a translucent interface appeared in front of Max almost immediately.
[Would you like to register as an available challenger?]
[Once registered, other participants may challenge you through the Challenge Platform.]
[Challenges issued through the Challenge Platform cannot be refused.]
[Minimum wager will be automatically assigned if the participant does not possess enough Bronze Marks to select a higher wager.]
Max read through the notifications carefully, and then another message appeared.
[Current Bronze Marks: Insufficient for standard challenge initiation.]
[Default wager upon registration: 50 Bronze Marks.]
[Would you like to register?]
Max smiled faintly. "Yes."
The Bronze Mark on his palm glowed, and a ripple passed through the Challenge Platform above them before a new name appeared among the available participants.
[Max Voidwalker]
[Race: Primordial]
[Cultivation: 1st Level Law Manifestation Realm]
[Shadows Cleared: 2]
[Wager: 50 Bronze Marks]
[Status: Available]
The reaction around the platform came instantly, and several people stared at the entry.
Seeing the information laid out so plainly somehow made the rumors even harder to believe, because a cultivator at the 1st level of the Law Manifestation Realm had already cleared two shadows. Yet there his name sat, registered by the Ten Shadows Trial itself.
Rakan looked up and laughed quietly. "Someone's going to challenge you the second they see that."
Max glanced at the growing number of people turning in his direction. "That's exactly the idea."
Rosaline stepped forward next and accepted the registration prompt without hesitating. Her information soon appeared below Max's.
[Rosaline]
[Race: Primordial]
[Cultivation: 2nd level of Divine Lord Realm]
[Shadows Cleared: 2]
[Status: Available]
Ervin registered right after her, and Rakan followed. Within moments, all four of their names were on display.
Max looked up at the board. "This is convenient."
Rosaline glanced over at him. "Convenient right up until someone stronger than you picks your name."
"That's still convenient," Max replied smiling.
Rakan chuckled.
Ervin shook his head. "You really don't care who ends up challenging you, do you?"
Max didn't bother answering, and his gaze stayed on the Challenge Platform.
Their problem had been simple enough. They needed Bronze Marks, and none of them had enough to start a battle on their own. Now their names sat in front of every participant in the third monolith, and all they had to do was wait for someone to take the bait.
They didn't wait long.
The moment Max, Rosaline, Ervin, and Rakan finished registering, notifications started appearing one after another.
[You have received a challenge.]
[You have received a challenge.]
[You have received a challenge.]
More followed almost immediately.
Max's eyes moved across the translucent messages floating in front of him. Beside each challenge sat a countdown.
[00:59]
[00:58]
[00:57]
The Challenge Platform gave a registered participant one minute to choose among the people who had challenged them.
If several challenges came in, the registered fighter could pick whichever opponent they preferred before the countdown hit zero, but turning them all down wasn't an option.
If the timer ran out without a choice, the platform would pick one of the pending challengers at random and start the battle on the spot.
When only one person issued a challenge, the rule became even simpler, since there was no choice at all. The registered participant had already agreed to fight the moment they put their name on the Challenge Platform.
Max looked over the names in front of him. Most belonged to Divine Lord Realm geniuses he had never heard of, and they came from the Dragon Race, the Angel Race, the Devil Race, the Spirit Race, and the Primordials alike. Several of them had already reached the 3rd level of the Divine Lord Realm.
He was still weighing his options when a powerful voice suddenly rang out across the third monolith.
"Max Voidwalker!"
The voice carried easily over the constant clashing from the surrounding arenas.
"Do you dare accept my challenge?"
The nearby conversations cut off abruptly.
Max turned toward the source.
A young devil was making his way through the crowd toward him. His skin was a deep crimson, and two black horns curved back from his forehead.
Long dark-red hair hung loose behind his shoulders, while black markings that looked like burning cracks spread across one side of his face. He wore dark armor that left part of his arms bare, revealing muscles covered in faint demonic runes.
The aura around him was heavy, and more than that, the confidence in the way he moved made it obvious he was used to being recognized.
The reaction from the surrounding participants confirmed it almost at once.
"Damn, that's Arkorg!"
A young angel standing nearby looked confused. "Arkorg? Who's that? I've never heard the name."
The person beside him turned with a look of disbelief. "You've never heard of Arkorg?"