Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100

Max’s gaze sharpened as he looked toward the settling rubble. From within the cracked wall and dust, Silus emerged slowly, his expression twisted in irritation but far from afraid.

Max’s eyes immediately focused on the area where his sword had landed—it was glowing with a thick, transparent greenish hue, like a condensed shell of light. A protective aura. No, it was more than that. Something deeper. Something ancient.

’What is that… some kind of defensive skill?’ Max narrowed his eyes, his thoughts racing.

”You think a sneak attack would work on me?” Silus spat, brushing the dust from his shoulders with theatrical ease, his confidence unfazed.

Then, without any dramatic motion or flourish, a transformation spread across his body. A shimmering green armor materialized from thin air, layering itself tightly around him.

But it didn’t look like normal armor. It was segmented, rounded—an organic shell that instantly reminded Max of a tortoise. ”You have no idea who you’re dealing with, do you?”

Silus stepped forward, his sneer deepening. ”My name is Silus of the Xuan Family. One of the Four Families that rule the Four God Nation. And our family carries the Black Tortoise Bloodline.”

Max’s pupils contracted. Black Tortoise Bloodline?

Silus raised his chin proudly, tapping his chest where the shell shimmered with dense green runes. ”The Black Tortoise is revered for many things… but above all, it is invincible when it comes to defense. You think you can wound me? Kill me?”

He chuckled with cruel amusement. ”Forget it. As long as I activate my bloodline’s defense, not even peak Master Rank attacks can pierce it.”

Max took a step back, not in retreat but in contemplation. The weight of Silus’s words settled in his chest, not with fear, but with clarity. ’So that’s how it is.’

His gaze lowered slightly as memories surfaced—Alice once told him that she hailed from the Phoenix God Nation and bore the ancient Phoenix Bloodline.

That power of blazing fire and regeneration, was already terrifying. Now Silus stood before him, armored in the unyielding protection of the Black Tortoise.

’Are the Four God Nations… based on the Four Divine Beasts of legend?’ Max’s mind spun. In the Lower Domain, children whispered tales of a distant past—of the Dragon, the Phoenix, the White Tiger, and the Black Tortoise. Beasts said to have descended from the sky, shaking the heavens, warring amongst themselves until they vanished without a trace. No one knew if it was truth or myth.

But now, Max was beginning to connect the dots. Alice. Silus. Bloodlines that shouldn’t exist. Power rooted in something far older, far greater than what the Lower Domain could comprehend.

His hands clenched into fists, sword still at his side. If the legend was true… then what about the other two? The Dragon? The White Tiger?

Max’s gaze rose again, locking with Silus’s gloating eyes. A storm of thoughts swirled within him, but his expression remained still. If the Four God Nation truly embodied the will of those mythical beasts… then they were truly worthy enough to rule Acaris.

”Your bloodline is good for defense,” Max said, his voice calm but filled with an underlying sharpness. His eyes glinted like a blade drawn under moonlight. ”And I think you’re going to need it now.”

The very next moment, something shifted in the air around him. A violent, suffocating pressure burst out from Max’s body. It was his sword concept—no longer mild or restrained. It erupted in full force, slicing through the air with an invisible edge that made even the space tremble.

The aura that surged forth wasn’t just strong—it was severing. It cut through the atmosphere like it was silk, and the moment it clashed with Silus’ own aura, the effect was immediate and terrifying.

Silus, who had once looked down on Max, suddenly felt his Perfection Stage Level 1 Spear Concept being smothered. Not pushed back. Not clashed with. But suppressed.

Silus took a step back, his eyes wide with disbelief. ”How… How is this possible?” he exclaimed, his voice tight with confusion and fear. ”You clearly only have a basic stage Level 1 sword concept—not even advanced stage—so how can your concept overpower mine which is at perfection stage?”

Max didn’t bother to explain everything. He simply sneered, eyes sharp like the blade in his hand. ”Because my sword concept isn’t a normal one. It’s the Concept of Severing Sword,” he said with quiet intensity. And before Silus could process those words, Max vanished like a flash of lightning.

In the blink of an eye, he reappeared in front of Silus, his sword already swinging downward in a devastating arc.

Silus reacted quickly, his instincts honed by years of battle. His hands moved on their own, spear thrusting upward to intercept the blow. His Black Tortoise Armor glowed with runic brilliance, the emerald-green shell glimmering with layered defenses.

Bang!

The clash was monumental—shockwaves blasted outward, shattering nearby walls and distorting the very air. The sound rang like a mountain cracking apart under pressure.

Max’s sword collided with Silus’ spear with such ferocity that for a moment, both figures were locked in a frozen duel of raw force and unbending will. Neither attack broke through. They were perfectly matched in that instant.

Silus gritted his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead. ”Even if your sword concept suppresses mine, you still can’t defeat me!” he roared, and then began attacking in rapid succession, thrusting his spear at Max like a flurry of unrelenting thunderclaps.

But Max… he remained calm.

Not only was he blocking each attack with precise parries, but he was also moving effortlessly. His sword danced between the gaps of Silus’ attacks, sometimes brushing the shell, sometimes striking directly. Again and again, he tested the durability of the Black Tortoise Armor, probing for weakness.

Sometimes he would counter with Point Break, the second technique of Voidborne Edge, which pierced with brutal precision like the arrow of a god. Yet even that couldn’t fully pierce through the divine shell.

Still, Max didn’t stop. He smiled faintly—calm, patient, merciless. Like a blade honed endlessly, waiting for the moment it finds its mark.

There was a reason why Max hadn’t used any of his inheritances up until now. Deep down, he wanted to test something—himself. He wanted to see if he could take down someone like Silus without relying on the overwhelming power of the Crimson Reaper or the other inheritances he carried.

Because from everything he’d observed so far, Silus didn’t seem to be that formidable. Not on the level of threat his Old Ancestor had warned him about—the kind of monsters that lurked deeper within the Middle Domain.

Max knew this was just the beginning. There would be stronger geniuses ahead—smarter, more brutal, born with higher bloodlines and monstrous talents. So if he couldn’t defeat Silus without dipping into his trump cards, then what chance would he have later? That thought alone hardened his resolve.

And as their battle raged on, it was becoming increasingly obvious to everyone—even to Silus himself—who held the advantage.

Every exchange tilted slightly more in Max’s favor. Every sword strike pushed Silus back a little further. His defenses were solid, yes, but Max’s attacks were relentless and precise, gradually chipping away at the gaps in his technique.

The weight of Max’s experience, the sharpness of his concept, and the calmness in his eyes began to overwhelm Silus’ arrogance.