Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100

”Don’t think much. You’ll definitely get the worst score among anyone here,” Elias sneered from behind, his voice laced with contempt and lingering frustration. The sting of being overshadowed by Aria had left a mark, and now he was venting that bitterness on Max.

It was petty, but no one stopped him. The hall had gone quiet again, all eyes turning toward the boy who, by all logic, shouldn’t have even made it this far.

Max didn’t bother looking back. Instead, his attention shifted to the young man in the black and gold coat—the one with the strange floating blue spheres around him. Calm, composed, almost eerily indifferent, the man waited.

”I want to know what the basis of the score is,” Max said evenly, his voice cutting through the tension. ”I’m at Seeker Rank, and they’re all at Master Rank. If it’s measured on Master Rank standards, then this isn’t really a trial for me, is it?”

The young man tilted his head slightly, then gave a soft nod. ”It tests one according to their own level,” he replied, his tone patient. ”If you are at the Seeker Rank, then your judgment will be based on the standards of that realm. Whether you’re weak or strong within your rank is what determines your score.”

Max’s lips curled into a faint smile. That was all he needed to hear. His steps became more confident, more resolute, as he walked to the front of the black cube. Silence settled over the hall again.

All eyes were on him now—not with expectation, but with skepticism. To the others, he was just a lucky rat who had stumbled too far into territory meant for lions. But Max didn’t care. Their judgment held no weight in his path.

He reached for the hilt at his side and slowly drew his sword. It hummed softly, responding to his intent, and in the next breath—whoosh—the air around him shifted.

His Concept of Severing Sword was unleashed.

A powerful, wild edge instantly swept across the hall. The atmosphere tensed. Though it was only at the basic stage of Level 1 Concept, the purity of the intent behind it made it feel sharper than steel and more dangerous than any weapon

It wasn’t just a sword concept—it was a force that threatened to cut through fate itself.

The cube didn’t react. It stood motionless, unfeeling, a judge without emotion. But those watching—Elias, Aria, the two commanders—even they couldn’t help but raise their brows.

The air vibrated faintly, a tangible ripple moving around Max’s sword, as if the very space around it wanted to get out of its way.

There was no flashy energy, no overwhelming aura. Just a raw, focused intent to sever. And it made the silence around him feel... heavy.

’That sword concept... it’s very strong.’ Aria’s gaze lingered on Max, her brows slightly furrowed as a chill of unease crept through her chest. There was something off about him, something too calm, too composed for someone so weak in rank. Yet she said nothing, watching in silence.

Meanwhile, Max stood in front of the black cube, his sword slowly raised and his breath steady. He knew he was at a crossroads. One path was safer—he could use only his Severing Sword Concept, deliver a decent blow, earn an above-average reward, and keep his secrets hidden.

But the other path, the one that shimmered with risk and reward alike, tempted him more. He could unleash everything—his full force, every drop of his strength, the total mastery he had gained from countless battles.

All four of his concepts—Severing Sword, Flame, Space, and Lighting—alongside fragments of his flame inheritance, pulsing with power inside him.

Doing so would mean exposing his hand, blowing his cover, and perhaps making the others suspect that he was the one who killed Silus. It could put a target on his back.

But Max’s heart was resolute. In this moment, faced with a chance that could propel his strength forward by a huge margin, perhaps even push him into the Expert Rank, he knew one thing clearly—he wouldn’t hesitate. Not here. Not now.

Opportunities like this didn’t come often, and when they did, hesitation only led to regret. His grip on the sword tightened. His aura began to shift. If he was going to make a move, then he would go all in. No fear. No looking back. Only forward.

Max’s eyes narrowed as his fingers wrapped tighter around the hilt of his sword. The cube stood silently in front of him, its black surface reflecting a faint glimmer of his reflection. He could feel everyone’s gaze on him—Aria’s curious stare, Elias’ annoyed glare, and the watchful eyes of the two commanders.

But none of them mattered right now. Not even their growing suspicion.

With a breath that seemed to shake the silence of the hall, Max let it all go.

His aura erupted.

In an instant, a sharp wave of energy burst out of his body as his Concept of Severing Sword was fully released. He let go of all the shackles of his sword concept, slicing the air around him like invisible blades.

But that wasn’t all—black flames surged next, spiraling up his sword in a fierce dance of fire as his Concept of Flames followed.

Then the space around him began to twist slightly, warping unnaturally as his Concept of Space came into play.

And finally, a deep, rumbling shot through the ground—his Concept of Lightning erupted causing the very void around him to shake.

Four concepts. At once.

Everyone instinctively took a step back, their bodies moving before their minds could even process what they were seeing. A silence heavier than stone settled over the hall, thick with disbelief and sheer shock.

All eyes were fixed on Max, who now stood at the center of it all, his aura surging like a tidal wave, uncontrollable and awe-inspiring. Four distinct auras radiated from him—each belonging to a different concept, each carrying its own presence and power, each undeniable in its strength. It wasn’t just powerful... it was otherworldly.

Elias’s face twisted in utter disbelief, his composure cracking as he stared at Max like he was seeing a ghost. ”How...?” he managed to breathe out, voice barely above a whisper, as if speaking any louder might shatter the illusion he thought he was seeing.

The pressure was immense, even at a distance. His own pride as a one-star genius felt like a mockery in front of such a display. ’Damn it.’

And then there was Aria—the cold, calculating, unfazed Aria—whose eyes were now wide with shock, her calm shattered, her mouth slightly open in stunned silence.

”This is impossible!” Even she, someone who had looked down on others with reason, someone who had believed in power built through bloodline and legacy, couldn’t find an explanation for what was in front of her. It was like she was witnessing something which should be impossible for it to happen.

Four concepts. Not one. Not two. But Four. Comprehending even two was considered heaven-defying. Three was near mythical. But four? It was an impossibility. Something no one had ever seen, heard, or imagined in the Middle Domain.

And yet here it was... happening before their very eyes.