Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100

Around him, the others let out soft sighs of relief. Elias subtly exhaled. Aria’s brows relaxed ever so slightly. A score of 8789 was still jaw-dropping, but it wasn’t 9999—the impossible ceiling-breaking number Max had hit twice before.

Had he scored a perfect in all three categories, it would’ve shattered what little balance they clung to. Even so, their expressions showed it clearly—they were all still shaken. Because even if it wasn’t perfect, 8789 was still monstrously high.

It was the kind of soul force one expected from a top-tier genius trained by a high-ranking sect for decades—not a Expert Rank youth from the Lower Domain.

The cube pulsed gently before suddenly releasing a glowing lotus that floated toward Max, its petals shimmering with soft, ethereal light. But before he could even reach out or react, the lotus vanished into thin air.

A strange sensation stirred inside him, subtle but warm—like a gentle breeze brushing against the deepest part of his being. Max immediately closed his eyes, drawing his awareness inward, diving deep into the sanctum of his consciousness.

Within moments, he arrived at his soul palace—the sacred space where his soul resided—and what he saw there made his breath catch. Floating just above his golden soul form, which pulsed with vibrant life, was the very same lotus from before, now softly spinning in place.

It released a radiant, nurturing glow—like sunlight filtered through holy mist—and this light blanketed the entire soul palace. Everywhere it touched, the walls of the palace seemed to shimmer and strengthen, the foundations growing sturdier, more refined.

Even the soul palace itself, from the cracks in its structure to the dimmer corners of his mental domain, began to subtly shift and evolve, responding to the lotus’s presence. It wasn’t just a blessing—it was a direct enhancement of his very soul.

Max’s brows tightened slightly in concentration, but inside, he was in awe. This lotus was strengthening his foundation as well as nurturing his soul at the same time. It was a legendary treasure for anyone who cultivated their soul.

Slowly, he opened his eyes, a calm, powerful light glinting within them. He didn’t speak—but he knew, deep down, that his soul had taken a significant step forward.

One by one, the others approached the cube with cautious determination. The tension in the hall had shifted. After witnessing Max’s score of 8789 and the mysterious lotus entering his soul, a quiet pressure loomed over the remaining participants.

Commander Shen was the first to move. He cracked his knuckles, tried to shake off the lingering awe from Max’s display, and placed his hand on the cube. His expression was focused, serious. He poured every ounce of his soul force into it—raw, unrefined, but strong. A few moments later, the number appeared.

3460

Shen let out a breath, unsure whether to feel satisfied or disappointed. The score was decent for someone like him who had focused mostly on body refinement and strength, but it was still nowhere near the monstrous number Max had produced. The cube rewarded him with a small silver orb, which he took quietly and sat down to absorb.

Commander Leone stepped up next. His specialty was spear mastery and strategy, not soul strength, but he couldn’t back down now. He touched the cube, and soul force surged from him—controlled, precise, but lacking the deep intensity Max had shown.

3729

The number floated calmly above the cube. Commander Leone forced a wry smile. It was slightly better than Shen’s, but it still felt underwhelming in comparison. He also received a small silver orb, just a shade brighter than Shen’s.

Elias approached next. His face was serious, and his pride stung. He placed his palm on the cube, letting his soul force pour into it, his inheritance from the Xuan Family providing a subtle edge. He waited in silence as the cube absorbed his soul essence.

4048

He narrowed his eyes. It was the highest so far after Max, but compared to the overwhelming 8789 that had shaken the hall earlier, it felt like nothing. The cube responded with a slightly larger silver orb, radiating a deeper luster than the previous two. Elias took it, trying not to let his expression betray his frustration.

Finally, Aria moved forward. There was no fear or hesitation on her face, only a calm seriousness. She laid her hand on the cube and gently channeled her soul force into it. Her sword-focused path hadn’t prioritized soul cultivation, but her control and stability showed in the smooth flow of energy.

3986

So close to crossing into the 4000s, but not quite. Aria stared at the number, her lips curling into a small frown. She wasn’t disappointed—just curious. Curious about Max. She received a lotus-shaped crystal shard from the cube and held it carefully before returning to her place, her gaze still drifting toward the young man who had, somehow, outshone them all.

In the end, the hall settled into a quiet tension. Max’s performance had created a gap—one so wide it silenced even the proudest voices. The difference wasn’t in just one field—it was in all three. Strength. Physique. Soul.

”Alright, you have cleared all three of your tests.” The young man in the mechanical hat finally said, his voice emotionless, yet tinged with finality. With a casual wave of his hand, space twisted around them, and in the blink of an eye, all five participants vanished from the hall. The world shifted. Light bent. And then—silence.

Max found himself standing outside the massive stone entrance, the same one he had entered what felt like hours ago. The air was fresher, the sounds of the forest returning to his ears.

As he glanced around, he saw the others materializing nearby—Elias, Aria, Commander Shen, Commander Leone—each still processing the whirlwind of tests and revelations they had just experienced.

’So the test is over.’ Max thought quietly to himself, his gaze rising toward the sky. He saw the time mentioned in the ceiling of the dome noticing there was still five hours left. ’I should head toward the door to the fourth floor while keeping an eye out for any remaining treasures on the way,’ he decided internally, already beginning to walk.

But before he could take more than a few steps, a loud, hostile voice echoed through the clearing.

”Where do you think you’re going?!”

Max stopped and turned, brow slightly raised as he faced the speaker—Elias, whose face was now twisted with righteous fury. The young man from the Xuan Family had his sword drawn, the blade humming with energy and rage.

”I know it was you!” Elias snarled, his voice filled with accusation. ”Only you have the strength and the means to kill Silus! On behalf of the Xuan Family, I shall execute you for daring to slay one of our own!”

Max blinked, amused. For a brief second, he recalled his thoughts from earlier—how, before the trials, he would have been cautious around Elias and might’ve even tried to retreat or stall. But now? Now he had no fear. The increase in his strength was not just a number—it was a leap that made his previous self look like an insect.

”With just you?” Max scoffed, his voice dripping with disdain. He didn’t draw his weapon. He didn’t even shift into a stance. He simply looked at Elias like he was nothing more than an annoying gust of wind.