Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100

Max barely paused, his gaze flicking sideways as Ben’s fierce, battle-hardened eyes locked onto him from across the cavern, he instantly sensing his presence like a predator detecting a ripple in the air.

But before Ben could so much as blink, Max lifted his other hand and released a black flaming lotus, its petals swirling outward with eerie grace as it hovered in the air. The lotus emitted a deep, ominous hum, crackling with dark flames that pulsed with sinister energy, cloaking the cavern in shifting shadows.

”STOP—!” Ben roared, surging forward like a lightning bolt, his aura erupting around him in a brilliant white blaze. But even as his powerful body blurred across the cavern, Max was already gone. With another silent flicker of spatial energy, Max vanished, slipping into the folds of space as if he’d never been there at all.

The members of Thunder Monarch Hall stood frozen in stunned silence, their eyes wide and mouths agape as they tried to process what had just happened. The entire sequence—from Max’s appearance, the theft of the ten eyes, to his disappearing act—had unfolded in the span of mere breaths, so fast that none of them had even managed to raise a weapon.

When they finally registered the loss, all that remained was the black flaming lotus, hovering serenely above the spider’s corpse. Its sinister flames danced and flickered, casting shifting shadows across the blood-slicked walls as a soft sizzling sound filled the silence.

The lotus hung in the air like a mocking farewell, a dark emblem of the man who had struck from the shadows, stolen their prize, and slipped away without leaving a trace.

Even Ben, breathing hard and eyes narrowed with rage and frustration, stood there glaring at the lotus, knowing that despite his speed and power, he’d been outmaneuvered.

Max was gone, leaving only silence, fading embers, and the knowledge that the Thunder Monarch Hall had just been thoroughly—and humiliatingly—outplayed.

And then...

BOOM!

The black flaming lotus hovering in the center of the cavern detonated with a deafening roar, a blast so violent it felt as if a bolt of pure lightning had struck the very heart of the cave.

A pulse of black fire erupted outward in a savage wave, licking up the stone walls and vaporizing huge chunks of rock in an instant. The shockwave thundered through the chamber, splintering the stalactites overhead and sending them crashing down like jagged spears.

The ground quaked underfoot, shuddering as deep fissures split open in the stone, while a torrential rain of shattered rock and clods of dirt cascaded from the ceiling. An avalanche of mud and stone thundered down, filling the cavern with a choking storm of dust and debris.

”Young Master Omar, here!” Ben bellowed, his voice cutting through the chaos as he surged forward, his body flaring with blinding white lightning. He thrust both hands outward, summoning a massive dome-shaped shield of condensed energy that glowed like a miniature sun.

The barrier shimmered and crackled, expanding rapidly to envelop Omar and several of the stunned Thunder Monarch Hall members huddled close by, the shield deflecting the rain of falling boulders and the searing heat of lingering black flames.

Explosions continued to rumble deeper within the tunnels, echoing like distant artillery fire as the entire structure of the cave began to groan and buckle, rock after rock crashing to the ground as the mountain threatened to collapse inward.

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By that time, Max was already far from the devastation, his figure flickering silently through the twisted trees and jagged rocks outside the cave as he raced across the treacherous terrain of the Berserk Lightning Region, his figure flashing with blue colored lightning.

The cool, storm-scented wind whipped past his face as he paused on a ridge, glancing back over his shoulder just as a muffled, earth-shaking blast rolled out from the cave entrance behind him.

A faint smile curved his lips as he listened to the distant roar of crumbling stone and shattering rock. The explosion hadn’t been meant to kill anyone—not really. He knew better than to think he could wipe out a 7th level Champion Rank like Ben, let alone the other Thunder Monarch Hall experts, with a single burst of flames.

But what he could do was create chaos, and he’d done exactly that. The black flaming lotus had been a perfect diversion, a thunderous distraction that forced Ben and the others to focus entirely on survival, scrambling to shield themselves from falling stone and the threat of being buried alive.

While they were preoccupied fighting for their lives amid the collapsing cavern, Max was already slipping away like a ghost, racing toward the edge of the Berserk Lightning Region with the ten precious eyes of the Lightning Ten Legs Spider safely tucked away in his spatial ring.

His mind churned with plans for what lay ahead, lightning flashing across the stormy skies above as he vanished into the distance, leaving the chaos behind him and Omar’s forces scrambling amidst the ruin he’d left in his wake.

***

Not long after, Max sped through the swirling storm clouds and crackling lightning bolts of the Berserk Lightning Region, his body a blur of motion as he passed by another group making their cautious way through the treacherous terrain—Gyser and his companions.

Though he glimpsed them briefly out of the corner of his eye, Max didn’t slow or spare them a second glance; he had neither time nor reason to stop, his mind focused entirely on putting as much distance as possible between himself and the chaos he’d left behind in the collapsed cave.

To Gyser and his group, it was little more than a sudden flicker—a streak of blue lightning whipping past at impossible speed, so fast that Gyser barely managed to catch the faint silhouette of a figure wrapped in electric glow before it vanished into the stormy distance.

”Was that someone from the Great Ruler Empire?” Gyser murmured under his breath, frowning as he stared into the roiling clouds, eyes narrowed in deep thought. Whoever it was, they were moving at a speed that made it nearly impossible to track, leaving only the faint hum of spatial energy in the air and a trail of disturbed wind swirling in their wake.