Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100

Max smiled lightly, the corners of his lips curving upward as quiet satisfaction glimmered in his eyes, pleased beyond measure that his experiment had worked perfectly. Through his Three Dimensional Body, he could perceive Alice as vividly as though she were standing right before him, every detail of her aura, posture, and energy clear as day in his mind’s eye, despite the physical distance separating them.

All it had taken was the delicate addition of a thin strand of vital essence interwoven into his spatial awareness, enabling him to transmit his thoughts directly to her across the battlefield.

”It’s my ability,” he explained calmly to Alice, his mental voice crisp and confident, tinged with the faintest note of pride at having refined such a powerful technique. ”I want you to keep your vital essence active at all times when you’re in battle. That way, even if we don’t see each other, we can still talk—as long as you’re within range of my ability.”

Alice’s voice chimed back almost instantly, carrying warmth and bright admiration despite the looming tension in the air. ”That’s such a good ability,” she said, and even without seeing her face directly, Max could picture her eyes lighting up, her long red hair shimmering like fire beneath the stormy sky.

But before they could speak further, a thunderous voice boomed over the battlefield, cutting through the murmurs of gathered experts and the restless rustle of weapons shifting in scabbards. ”Open the town gate and attack!” commanded the mayor, his voice ringing out with iron authority from atop the massive stone walls.

In an instant, the colossal town gate groaned and shuddered as it began to swing open, ancient metal hinges screeching like tortured beasts under the weight of the towering, rune-etched doors.

As the gate fully yawned wide, a tidal wave of warriors from every corner of the Middle Domain surged forward in a roaring stampede, joined by the heavily armed soldiers of the Town Army who descended from the towering white walls to reinforce the charge.

The earth itself seemed to tremble under the pounding of countless feet, and a gale of battle cries swept through the crimson air as they streamed into the scarlet wilderness beyond the gate. When the front ranks landed on the churned, blood-drenched soil, they were instantly met with the sight that had haunted every cultivator’s nightmares—a heaving tide of Nulls surging forward in a dense, relentless wave.

It was as if the very shadows had come alive, monstrous figures with twisted limbs, vacant eyes that glowed like pale lanterns, and skin that shimmered with an unnatural, oily sheen. Their snarls and screeches filled the air like the cries of a thousand beasts, but this was no mere beast tide—it was a tide of Nulls, horrors born of twisted mutations and void energies.

Yet despite the sheer terror that gripped the battlefield, the warriors held their ground. In the early stages of such battles, it was almost always the first-level Nulls that rushed in a frenzied swarm at the front lines, weaker creatures whose purpose was to test the defenses and soften up the resistance.

The stronger Nulls—the monstrous high-level threats—lurked further back in the mass, waiting for the moment to strike when chaos and exhaustion had taken their toll. As long as warriors didn’t become isolated or stray too deep into enemy ranks, there was usually little risk to their lives in these initial waves.

Seeing the seething mass of Nulls right in front of them, the experts or hunters in this scenario unleashed their pent-up energy with savage fury, a storm of radiant techniques and elemental power exploding across the field.

Swords gleamed like rivers of light, spears crackled with lightning, and palm strikes sent shockwaves that rippled the air.

Puff puff puff...

The sharp, wet sound of blades piercing flesh filled the battlefield as Null blood—a dark, viscous liquid that shimmered faintly under the crimson sky—splattered wildly across weapons and armor. The Nulls shrieked and convulsed as they fell one after another, dropping like stalks of rice being cut at harvest time.

The once-open ground quickly became littered with broken Null bodies, their twisted limbs twitching weakly as life drained away. Yet even as the front lines carved their path through the weaker Nulls, the dark mass beyond continued to surge forward inexorably, an endless tide of shadows waiting to swallow the battlefield whole.

Max paused for a brief moment amid the swirling chaos, his sharp eyes scanning the battlefield, absorbing every grotesque detail of the creatures pouring toward him in a relentless tide.

The Nulls were monstrous abominations, crawling and lunging on four limbs like predatory beasts, their bodies cloaked in pitch-black skin that shone with a slick, almost wet sheen under the blood-colored light streaming through the crimson sky.

They had no hair, nothing to soften the savage contours of their malformed forms, and their faces—or what passed for faces—were dominated by enormous mouths crammed with jagged, spiky teeth that glistened like rows of serrated daggers.

But perhaps most unnerving of all were their eyes—dozens of them in some cases, scattered across their heads, shoulders, and even sprouting randomly along their backs and flanks.

Max counted three eyes on some of the smaller Nulls, while others bore five or even more, glaring at the world with an eerie luminescence, each eye shifting and swiveling independently as though hungering for the taste of flesh and blood.

Just as he finished surveying the monstrous host, several Champion Rank Nulls lunged at him, bounding forward with shocking speed, their claws scraping gouges into the blood-soaked earth as they came.

Without the slightest trace of panic, Max’s hand moved like lightning, drawing his sword in a single, fluid motion. The blade hummed softly, almost singing as it cut through the charged air.

With a swift, decisive swing, Max slashed downward, and a massive arc of sword light erupted from his blade—a gleaming crescent of condensed killing intent that tore forward like a tidal wave. Three or four first-level Nulls were instantly bisected, their dark blood spraying into the air like ink, their bodies crumpling into twitching heaps on the ground.

Before the severed limbs even hit the dirt, Max twisted his wrist and slashed again, this time forming a brilliant cross of sword light that shimmered momentarily like a luminous starburst. Another three or four first-level Nulls fell, shredded apart as the radiant blades cut cleanly through their grotesque forms, leaving steaming gashes carved into the earth.