Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100-Chapter 275: Arrival

The sudden commotion sent ripples through the serene atmosphere of the garden, drawing the attention of nearly every guest present.

Eyes turned toward the escalating conflict, watching with interest as the tension thickened between the Phoenix Order Guild and the geniuses from the South Region.

"Look, the Phoenix Order Guild of the East and the First Crown of the South are having some fun over there."

A guest smirked, sipping his wine as if he were watching entertainment rather than a brewing confrontation.

"Hah, these people from the South… always so unbridled, so lawless. But they're going too far, thinking they can do whatever they want here. This isn't the South Region."

There was a shared sentiment among many of the guests.

The South was known for its wild, unchecked arrogance, the tyrannical behavior of its Seven Crown Organizations, and their tendency to disrespect authority outside their own borders.

The fact that they were bold enough to provoke a conflict here, in the heart of the West Region, was proof of their unchecked confidence.

"I know exactly why they're targeting the Phoenix Order Guild."

Another guest leaned in, lowering his voice as if sharing a well-known secret.

"Max humiliated Nathan in the temple four months ago, and we all saw his battle against Arthur Gale. That alone is reason enough."

His companion nodded knowingly, as if it had all been inevitable.

"Yes, that was bound to happen. Nathan was embarrassed publicly, Arthur Gale was made to look like a fool, and these guys from the South aren't the type to forget such things."

"Tch. Arrogant bastards," another guest muttered, shaking his head. "The Seven Crown Organizations of the South… each one of them is more insufferable than the last."

Despite their complaints, no one intervened.

No one stepped forward to stop the tension from escalating.

Because deep down, many of them were simply waiting to see how this played out.

The Phoenix Order Guild and the South Region's elite clashing in public—this was a spectacle no one wanted to miss.

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Anton's eyes narrowed dangerously as his patience finally snapped.

With an icy glare, he stepped forward, his Peak Adept Rank aura surging outward like a crushing wave, filling the air with heavy pressure.

"And you all should scram!"

His words were sharp, commanding, meant to force the arrogant group from the South to back off.

But—

A chuckle rang out.

A low, mocking laugh that carried undeniable confidence.

"Hehe… Anton."

Arthur Gale stepped forward at that moment, his lips curled into a sneer.

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"You? Against me? You're no match. Just call Bruce."

A single step—

And suddenly, his Seeker Rank aura erupted, far surpassing the pressure Anton had released.

It was overwhelming, a sharp contrast to the Adept Rank aura Anton had tried to assert.

Anton's body tensed involuntarily, his feet shifting backward as he instinctively stepped away.

It was an automatic reaction.

A fighter's instincts—when faced with overwhelming power, the body retreated before the mind could resist.

Arthur saw it.

And he laughed.

A mocking, disdainful laugh.

"Weak. Too weak!"

His voice dripped with contempt, his eyes full of arrogance as he stared Anton down like he was nothing more than an insect.

The moment should have been crushing for Anton.

But before anything else could happen—

A powerful, authoritative voice cut through the air.

"What's going on here?"

It was a voice that commanded attention.

All heads turned as a group of figures arrived at the scene.

At the front, standing tall in his royal attire, was none other than Crown Prince Aelric.

Beside him—

Bruce, his expression darkening as he instantly took in the situation.

Amelia, her sharp eyes flickering between Alice and the South Region elites.

Revenna, her usual air of quiet amusement replaced with cold observation.

Other young elites, all from the same generation, all powerful in their own right.

The moment Bruce's gaze locked onto Arthur and the others, his expression shifted.

He didn't need an explanation.

He understood immediately.

Arthur and his group from the South had been trying to provoke Anton, Alice, and the Phoenix Order Guild—and it had escalated quickly.

His Seeker Rank aura surged, and before Arthur could say anything—

Bruce moved.

In a flash, he appeared before Anton and Alice, his aura clashing against Arthur's instantly.

The air cracked, an invisible shockwave spreading as two Seeker Rank auras collided, shaking the atmosphere around them.

Arthur's eyes flickered with mild surprise, but he didn't back down.

Bruce, however, wasn't amused.

His voice was calm, but there was undeniable authority behind it.

"You rats from the South are always so bold."

His words carried undisguised disdain, an open challenge to their arrogance.

Arthur's smirk didn't fade, but he didn't immediately retaliate either.

Anton, meanwhile, let out a quiet sigh of relief, his tense shoulders loosening slightly.

Crown Prince Aelric stepped forward, his presence alone enough to shift the balance of the confrontation.

His expression remained calm, but the deep frown on his face made it clear—he wasn't pleased with what was unfolding.

His gaze swept over the gathered elites, pausing briefly on Arthur Gale and his group from the South Region.

Then, with a voice that carried the weight of royalty, he spoke.

"Arthur, everyone here is a guest. I would appreciate it if you and your group do not escalate this commotion any further than it already has."

His words weren't a request—they were a warning wrapped in polite diplomacy.

Arthur, standing at the center of it all, turned his deep, calculating gaze toward the Crown Prince.

For a brief moment, there was a flicker of defiance, as if he were considering whether or not to ignore the warning altogether.

But then—

A slow nod.

"Sure."

Arthur's smirk faded into something more neutral, his posture relaxing slightly as he took a step back.

"If you say so, Aelric."

Then, his gaze flickered to Anton, a hint of mockery still lingering in his tone.

"But you should know, it wasn't my group who first used the pressure."

A subtle attempt to shift the blame—to paint Anton as the one who instigated the conflict.

His voice remained casual, but there was an undeniable undercurrent of amusement in it.

Then, with a slight shrug, he turned back to Aelric.

"But I'll back off since it's you requesting."

There was no apology, no sign of regret—only the illusion of cooperation.

He had backed down not because he was afraid—but because it was strategically beneficial to do so.

Crown Prince Aelric gave Arthur a small nod, a gesture of acknowledgment and gratitude for backing down—even if only for show.

But just as he was about to speak, something unexpected happened.

A figure appeared—abruptly, effortlessly, as if he had always been there.

There was no sound, no warning, just a shift in the air and someone appeared before them.

A young man.

Dressed in a sleek suit, tailored perfectly to his frame.

His face obscured by a smooth, blue mask, unmarked by any design—just an endless, expressionless surface.

His hair, a vibrant shade of red, slightly tousled, standing out against the night sky.

And though his features were hidden, there was something about his presence—something that made the air grow still.

Something dangerous.

Then, in a calm, even voice, he spoke.

"I would like to have some words with the geniuses of the South Region."