Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100

The moment Max stepped into the Comprehension Hall, a soft ripple passed over his body like a wave of warm wind—and then everything changed. In the blink of an eye, the solid stone corridor vanished, and he suddenly found himself standing in a vast, surreal world unlike anything he had seen before.

The ground beneath his feet shimmered faintly, a smooth jade-like surface that stretched into distant horizons, broken only by clusters of structures that seemed both ancient and otherworldly.

All around him, hundreds of dome-like buildings rose from the earth, each one glowing with a faint aura and pulsing with the essence of profound energy.

On top of every dome was a name carved in glowing script—Crimson Reaper, Black Sun, Flame Tyrant, and many others—each representing a unique Totem Stone, each housing a different path of comprehension.

But that wasn’t all.

In the very center of this strange world stood a tall, narrow tower made of jet-black stone, with a massive golden dragon spiraling around its length. The dragon’s eyes seemed to glimmer with life, and its form pulsed with the essence of black flame.

Next to the tower lay an expansive structure that resembled an arena—but not entirely. It had an open central platform, ringed by floating platforms and strange formations that twisted in the air like frozen bursts of law energy.

Just as Max and the other geniuses were still taking it all in—gazing in awe at the domes, the tower, and the arena—a sudden wave of information surged into their minds.

It wasn’t spoken aloud; instead, it entered through their consciousness like a stream of thought planted directly into their souls. Rules, instructions, warnings—all of it delivered in an instant.

The domes were comprehension chambers, each tied to a specific Totem Stone. Once inside, the genius would be isolated from the outside world, free to comprehend the mysteries without distraction.

The tower was the Tower of Resonance, accessible to everyone. In this tower, one can test their comprehensions, the inheritance they would learning from the Totem Stones.

And the strange arena-like structure beside it was the Field of Duel, a place for sparring, testing insights, or measuring one’s mastery of Conceptual Law against others—its rules strict, its judgment absolute.

Max stood still, letting the information settle into his mind, his eyes scanning the domes until they landed on three familiar names—Crimson Reaper, Flame Tyrant, Black Sun. The very three Totems he had set his eyes on.

’I guess I don’t need to ask for special permission to comprehend the other two Totem Stones,’ Max mused with a faint smile as he stepped forward.

The rules had clearly stated that once a genius had entered the Comprehension Hall, they were free to explore any of the Totem domes—granted they could endure the difficulty of the legacy hidden within.

It was a freedom granted only to those who had qualified through merit, and Max had more than proven himself.

However, as he approached the towering domes labeled Crimson Reaper, Flame Tyrant, and Black Sun, he immediately noticed something that made his smile fade just a bit.

The crowds gathered around these three domes were easily the largest in the entire hall. Dozens of geniuses—perhaps even a hundred—were gathered in clusters near the entrances, their auras heavy, their expressions grim with focus and competition.

And why wouldn’t it be so?

These three Totem Stones belonged to the Supreme Hall, second only to the mysterious Primal Hall, and rivaled only by the Totem Stones in the Divine Realm itself. The legacies locked within them were said to be the pinnacle of mortal comprehension, precious enough to ignite rivalry between even the most composed of elites.

’They’re all Elite-Class geniuses for a reason,’ Max thought, his gaze passing over them. None of the figures loitering nearby were weak. Every one of them stood at the peak of the Expert Rank, with some even exuding the quiet, hidden intensity of warriors just a step away from Master Rank.

His eyes soon locked on the dome labeled Flame Tyrant. That would be his first step. Of the three Supreme Hall Totems, it was the one most aligned with the Concept of Flames—and the first he needed to deepen if he was to face the Nine Dragons Painting.

Without hesitation, Max began walking toward the dome, weaving through the crowd with silent purpose.

But just as he reached within a few steps of the entrance, he came to a halt.

A group of six young men and women suddenly stepped forward, their matching dark-red robes embroidered with golden sigils. They didn’t just block his way—they formed a wall. And not just his way—others, too, were being denied entry.

Around them, several geniuses from the mortal realms stood hesitantly, caught in the same unspoken tension.

One of the red-robed elites stepped out, his smirk dripping with disdain as he looked Max up and down and then at the other geniuses. ”Only those from the Divine Realm are eligible for the Supreme Hall’s Totem Stones,” he said coldly, his tone mocking.

Another, taller figure beside him chuckled and added with a sneer, ”Yeah. You mortal realm trash should be grateful you’re even allowed in this sacred hall at all. Don’t be greedy. Go pick something from the Profound Hall and pray you manage to get an epiphany before the two months are up.”

The words weren’t just meant to bar Max—they were aimed to humiliate, to remind everyone watching where the lines were drawn. Privilege. Bloodline. Origin. Between the Mortal Realm and Divine Realm.

But the moment those mocking words were spoken, a wave of unrest surged through the crowd—especially among the many geniuses from the mortal realms. Their eyes widened in disbelief, their brows furrowed, and before long, murmurs turned to sharp whispers of discontent.

”How dare they do this kind of thing during the True Inheritance Trial?!” one young man growled, clenching his fists, his expression full of fury.

”They’re blocking access to the Flame Tyrant dome! That’s a blatant interference!” another added, voice hushed but angry.

”You don’t understand...” someone replied grimly, casting a wary glance toward the red-robed figures standing guard. ”All of them—those blocking the entrance—they’re from a very prominent family. A Divine Realm family.”

”So what?” another genius snapped, his tone defiant. ”There are plenty of us here who belong to noble families under the Black Dragon Palace too, even if we’re from the mortal realms.”

”Not the same,” a quieter voice spoke from the back of the crowd. ”From what I’ve heard... those guys are from the Grimes Family—one of the Seven Main Families leading the Black Dragon Palace in the Divine Realm.”

That statement caused an immediate stir. The moment the name Grimes was mentioned, even those who were angry a moment ago suddenly fell silent or looked more cautious.

”I’ve heard that too,” a young woman whispered. ”They say the youngest daughter of the Grimes Family is participating in this trial...”

”You mean Lucia Grimes?” someone asked, brows furrowed. ”I heard the same rumor. That she descended from the Divine Realm to take part in the True Inheritance Trial here in Obsidian Dragon City. But I thought it was just hearsay. I didn’t think...” he trailed off.

”I didn’t think it was this serious either...” another muttered. ”But if it’s true... if it really is the Grimes Family... then this blockade isn’t just arrogance—it’s calculated. They’re claiming the Supreme Hall Totems for themselves.”

The crowd’s frustration simmered, but it was now tinged with hesitation. The Grimes Family wasn’t just another Divine Realm household. They were one of the seven pillars of authority that ruled the Black Dragon Palace, their influence spanning entire continents and generations.

Offending them meant more than just provoking a few haughty elites—it meant challenging an ancient legacy that could snuff out their entire bloodlines with a single decree.