Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100

”What a strong strength...” gasped a nearby hunter—a Fifth Level Champion Rank expert—who’d paused in the middle of swinging his spear. His eyes were wide as he stared at Max, his mind clearly struggling to reconcile the sight he’d just witnessed.

With his own strength, he knew it would take hundreds of carefully timed strikes, perfect footwork, and exhausting amounts of energy to bring down a Level 5 Null. Yet this young man, still only a Level 1 Master Rank in appearance, had reduced such a monster to ashes with a single, casual slash.

He gasped at Max in awe and disbelief, unable to comprehend how such overwhelming might could exist in one so seemingly unassuming. How could he possibly know that even in his normal state, Max’s raw power was sufficient to utterly crush over ninety percent of Level 5 Nulls without so much as breaking a sweat?

Nearby, Alice stood frozen amid the tide of battle, her hands blazing with flames raised halfway, eyes fixed on Max as an intense storm of conflicting emotions churned within her gaze.

’His strength...?’ she thought, her lips parting slightly as realization dawned upon her in a cold, heavy wave. It hadn’t even been a year since she’d last seen him. In that time, she’d dedicated herself to training with all the resources of the mighty Four God Nation, believing that surely, she could close the gap between them, if not surpass him.

But now, watching him carve down a Level 5 Null as easily as slicing through paper, she understood just how futile that hope had been. Her own strength had reached the Third Level of Champion Rank, a significant feat by any measure—but she knew in her bones that even she would struggle desperately against such a powerful Null, let alone slay it in a single blow.

The sword Max had used had been an ordinary strike—no grand technique, no ostentatious display of energy—yet it had killed a Level 5 Null in seconds. It was then, amid the swirling chaos of shrieking Nulls, exploding energy techniques, and the screams of dying monsters, that Alice realized the truth she had been trying to deny: Max was moving forward at a pace no one else could follow, and even for someone like her, born with a divine bloodline, catching up to him might be impossible.

Margo’s face was dark as a thundercloud, his jaw clenched tight enough that veins stood out starkly along his neck, his eyes pinned on Max with a mixture of seething frustration and grudging disbelief.

He had never imagined—never—that Max, who was still technically only at the First Level of Master Rank, could wield such staggering power, cutting through Nulls that even seasoned warriors would hesitate to face.

The sight gnawed at his pride like acid, turning every casual swing of Max’s sword into a personal affront that made Margo’s blood boil.

Meanwhile, a ripple of bright energy surged through the otherwise grim atmosphere as Arlen and the others, still fighting their own fierce battles along the first circle, couldn’t help but break into wide grins.

”Hehe, good job, Max!” Arlen called out, his voice echoing across the battlefield, brimming with genuine admiration and a trace of awe.

The others joined in, shouting encouragement even as their weapons clashed and sparked against the claws and fangs of the attacking Nulls. Though they were themselves fighting valiantly, cutting down Level 1s and Level 2s with practiced precision, none of them could claim the almost casual efficiency that Max displayed as he tore through the monstrous horde.

Max flashed a brief, calm smile in response.

Without missing a beat, he shot forward in a blur of motion, his figure streaking like a black meteor toward the forefront of the first circle, where the chaos was thickest and only the strongest—fifth-level and sixth level Champion Rank Nulls—were running rampant, leaving a path of blood and shattered bodies in their wake.

Arriving amid the turmoil, Max’s aura surged as he unleashed the full force of his Level 2 Concept of the Severing Sword, his sword blazing with a fearsome light that cut through the crimson haze like a divine blade.

Without hesitation, he launched into the Severing Flow Sword Art, his movements fluid and impossibly swift, each strike flowing seamlessly into the next. Every time his blade flashed, a Null’s monstrous body would split apart as though it were made of fragile parchment, no matter if it was a Fourth Level Null roaring toward him with gaping jaws, or a hulking sixth Level Null trying to batter him aside with crushing blows.

Limbs and torsos fell away in perfect, bloodless slices at first—then the dark blood would erupt in gory fountains a moment later, splattering the churned earth and glistening off Max’s blade.

Just like that, Max began a massacre so precise and relentless it was almost beautiful in its lethal artistry. He moved like a ghost amid the carnage, his sword singing through the air in arcs of silver light, cutting down Null after Null as if they were nothing more than vegetables laid out for chopping on a kitchen table.

His expression was calm, detached, his eyes burning with quiet intensity, showing no hesitation and no mercy as he dispatched his monstrous foes one by one. And as he continued his relentless advance, his kill count began to climb rapidly.

From twenty... to thirty... to fifty... and steadily toward the milestone of one hundred. Every kill registered on the hexagonal stone he carried, the glowing number etched upon its surface ticking upward like a silent testament to his deadly efficiency.

He knew well that to earn the right to enter the fabled Void Hall of the Hunter Association, a hunter had to either accumulate a thousand confirmed kills of Nulls—a feat considered daunting even for the seasoned 2-star geniuses of the Middle Domain—or achieve the impossible and slay an Ascendant outright.

Both paths were formidable beyond imagining, each representing a mountain that only the strongest and most determined could hope to climb. For Max, however, his path was clear. The thousand Nulls seemed like the more direct—and achievable—goal for him in this moment.