Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100

Isabella paused for a brief moment and slowly raised her gaze toward him, her eyes narrowing slightly as she studied his expression. She did not immediately understand why he would ask such a question, especially when it concerned something as significant as the Imperial Bloodline.

However, after a moment of consideration, she chose to answer honestly. ”Deep within the Black Dragon Clan, there is a dragon heart,” she said calmly. ”Those who are considered potential candidates, like me, are taken there. We are made to touch that heart.”

She paused briefly before continuing, her voice steady. ”If our own heart resonates with the dragon heart, then that is called resonance with the Imperial Bloodline. Once that resonance is established, the bloodline begins to awaken gradually within our body.”

Max listened carefully as she spoke, his expression slowly turning serious. He had not expected the process to involve something so direct and profound. The idea of a dragon heart capable of triggering such a transformation made him realize that the Imperial Bloodline was not something that could be casually obtained or understood. It was deeply tied to the very essence of the Black Dragon Clan.

”Do you think I will also be taken there to see if I have resonance with the Imperial Bloodline now that I am the Saint?” Max asked as he looked directly at Isabella, his tone calm yet carrying a faint trace of curiosity that did not escape her notice.

The moment the words left his mouth, Isabella’s expression changed. She did not hesitate even for a second as she shook her head firmly, her voice carrying absolute certainty. ”That is impossible,” she said.

Max frowned slightly at her immediate rejection. ”Why are you so sure?” he asked, his gaze sharpening as he tried to understand the reason behind her confidence.

Isabella placed her chopsticks down slowly before beginning to explain, her voice steady and serious. ”It does not work the way you think,” she said. ”The Imperial Bloodline is not something that can exist in multiple individuals at the same time. There can only be one inheritor of the Imperial Bloodline at any given moment.”

She paused briefly, allowing her words to settle before continuing. ”For you to inherit it, I would have to die. Only when the current bearer of the bloodline dies does the source return to the dragon heart deep within the clan. That is when the next person can attempt to resonate with it.”

Her eyes remained fixed on Max as she spoke, her tone unwavering. ”As long as I am alive, the resonance already belongs to me. Even if you were to go there and touch the dragon heart, nothing would happen. There would be no response, no resonance, and no chance of awakening the Imperial Bloodline.”

Max listened to her explanation in silence, his expression gradually turning more serious with every word. The situation was far more restrictive than he had expected. He had originally thought that becoming the Saint might grant him access to such an opportunity, but now he realized that the matter was not that simple.

”I see,” Max said slowly, nodding his head as his eyes narrowed slightly in thought.

His mind began to move quickly, processing everything Isabella had just said. If what she claimed was true, then the Imperial Bloodline was not something he could pursue directly without extreme consequences. The condition itself was clear and absolute.

A faint sigh escaped his lips as a thought surfaced in his mind.

’Damn, this makes things much more complicated.’

For the first time since asking the question, Max leaned back slightly, his gaze drifting downward as he fell into deep contemplation, already trying to figure out if there was another way around this limitation.

”I thought I would also be given the Imperial Bloodline since I was given the status of the Saint,” Max said with a faint sigh, his tone carrying a hint of disappointment as he leaned back slightly in his seat.

Isabella looked at him with narrowed eyes, her expression shifting subtly as a trace of curiosity appeared within them. ”Why are you so eager to obtain the Imperial Bloodline when your strength can already surpass someone who possesses it?” she asked, her voice calm but laced with a faint suspicion.

To her, Max’s question did not make sense. From everything she had witnessed, his power was already abnormal, far beyond what someone at his level should possess. There was no logical reason for him to chase after the Imperial Bloodline so persistently.

Max simply shrugged his shoulders as if the matter was not worth overthinking. ”Nothing too important,” he replied casually. ”I only have the progenitor bloodline within me, and since I was given the title of Saint of the Black Dragon Clan, I thought I might also be granted the Imperial Bloodline. It seems I expected too much from that title.”

For a brief moment, silence settled between them.

Then Isabella suddenly let out a short, cold laugh, her lips curling into a faint sneer. ”You have a progenitor bloodline?” she said, her voice carrying disbelief.

Max frowned slightly at her reaction. ”What is that supposed to mean?” he asked, his tone turning a bit sharper.

Isabella leaned forward slightly, her gaze locking onto him with an intensity that was impossible to ignore. ”You can fool others if you want, Max,” she said slowly, her voice lowering as if she was revealing something only she could perceive. ”The scent of a progenitor bloodline might be enough to deceive most people, but it cannot deceive me the one who carries the Imperial Bloodline.”

Her eyes grew sharper as she continued, each word carrying more weight than the last. ”From the moment I sensed your bloodline, something felt wrong. My own bloodline reacted in a way I have never experienced before. It was not suppression, and it was not dominance in the usual sense. It was fear.”

She paused briefly, letting that word sink in. ”It felt as if something within your bloodline was constantly making my Imperial Bloodline tremble.”

Max’s expression remained calm on the surface, but his eyes narrowed ever so slightly.

Isabella straightened her posture as she spoke again, her voice now carrying a quiet certainty. ”You should understand what that means. My bloodline is the Imperial Bloodline, the strongest bloodline within the Black Dragon Clan. There is nothing within this clan that should be able to make it react like that.”

Her gaze did not waver for even a moment as she stared directly into his eyes. ”So tell me, Max... if my Imperial Bloodline feels fear when facing yours, then what exactly are you hiding?”

The atmosphere in the room changed instantly.

The earlier calmness vanished, replaced by a silent tension that seemed to thicken the air itself.