Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100

Chapter 547: A Test of Strength

The gray-robed old man overseeing the trial, who had remained silent until now, took a slow step forward. His gaze swept across them with calm authority.

“You all should go and touch the painting with your hands,” he began, his voice firm but even. “Some of you may be attempting this for the second time. A few perhaps for the third. And for others, this may be your first trial. Regardless… remember this—if you fail the task given to you within the painting, you will be kicked out. Whether you are from the Divine Realm, the Mortal Realms, or born of the highest family or the lowest street—there are no exceptions in the Nine Dragons Painting.”

One by one, the geniuses gave quiet nods, their expressions sobering. Even the most arrogant among them knew not to underestimate the ancient power hidden within that canvas.

“Alright. Go on,” the old man said, stepping aside and granting them passage.

Without delay, the nine walked steadily to the immense mural. Each extended a hand. One by one, they placed their palms against the aged, yet strangely warm, surface. As their fingers made contact, their bodies vanished like mist under sunlight—sucked into the painting’s depths by an unseen force.

Max was the last to move.

He stepped forward silently, his expression unreadable. He raised his hand, the tips of his fingers brushing the swirling image of a dragon’s scale.

A strange pull gripped his entire body, and before his feet could adjust, he, too, vanished—swallowed whole by the canvas, leaving only the still silence of the arena behind.