Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100

Max’s black flaming dragons did not retreat, did not falter; they circled, struck from all angles, and began to wrap their bodies around the colossal beasts like living chains of fire.

The initial clash was brutal. The first majestic dragon swiped its massive claw, scattering dozens of Max’s creations in an instant, its black flames burning with purer intensity.

But Max didn’t flinch. The crown above shimmered, and from its edges, giant black flaming chains shot downward like serpents. They coiled around the dragon’s neck and wings, tightening with every twist. Hundreds of his smaller flame dragons bit into its scales, chipping away layer by layer until the majestic beast shuddered... and finally burst apart into embers that were sucked back into Max’s flames.

’Damn... controlling so many small dragons is taxing enough.’ Max’s temples throbbed as if a molten hammer was pounding against his skull, the strain of guiding each and every black flaming dragon tearing at his mental focus. His blue soul blazed within him, steady and resilient, yet even with its extraordinary strength, he could feel the edges of his control fraying.

The sheer coordination required—to maintain their flight paths, their attacks, their constant regeneration—was like trying to hold a hundred raging storms in the palm of his hand. He knew deep down this wasn’t something he could sustain for long.

This was the first time he had truly unleashed the full might of the Black Sun Inheritance. No holding back, no conserving energy—just raw, unrestrained power flooding the battlefield.

Even so, the sensation wasn’t one of effortless dominance. His body felt heavy, his breathing uneven, and the burn in his spirit was a reminder that every second was costing him dearly.

’Black Sun Inheritance...’ he thought, eyes fixed on the writhing black dragons surging from the colossal flaming crown above. Each one moved with terrifying purpose, a predator born of pure destruction.

The sky itself seemed to darken further under their presence, the heat warping the very air. ’It might truly be the strongest flame inheritance. Not just in name... but in essence.’

And yet, despite the toll, there was a sharp edge of exhilaration in his heart—a thrill that came only from walking on the knife’s edge between overwhelming victory and utter collapse.

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As if sensing what happened, the second dragon dove with blinding speed, twisting its body to avoid the tide of small dragons.

Max responded instantly, summoning a pair of titanic black flaming swords, each the size of a city wall. They came crashing down like a guillotine, forcing the dragon to veer sideways.

That single moment of hesitation was all the swarm needed — the smaller dragons latched onto its wings, tearing them apart. The second dragon roared in defiance before being overwhelmed, its body breaking into streams of black flame that merged into Max’s aura.

The third dragon one was cunning. It stayed high, blasting waves of fire downward to incinerate Max’s creations before they reached it.

Max’s eyes narrowed, the crown pulsed, and from its base descended flaming shackles, snapping shut around the dragon’s limbs from afar. Bound mid-air, it twisted and writhed violently, but the horde of smaller dragons rushed in, burning through its body from within until nothing remained but ashes swirling into Max’s black crown.

Fourth Dragon — Unlike the others, this one attacked Max directly, ignoring his creations. Its massive jaw opened to bite down on him — but Max stepped sideways in mid-air, a black flaming great spear materializing in his hands.

With a single thrust using the power of 800 Draconic Essences, the spear pierced through the dragon’s open maw, pinning it to the sky itself. The smaller dragons swarmed over its body, devouring it bit by bit until its head crumbled around the embedded spear.

As this happened, Max was completely drenched in sweat. His hands were trembling. He was on the verge of collapse. ’I have to end it fast.’

As he thought that, two of Max’s small dragons were instantly destroyed by the fifth dragon.

Max changed tactics — the black crown flashed, releasing a blazing whip of pure flame.

He lashed it around the dragon’s tail, yanking it downward into a trap where hundreds of his creations awaited. They latched onto its underbelly, ripping through until the majestic beast gave one final, shuddering roar before collapsing into cinders.

’Five done...’ Max looked at the other four before turning his attention to the next weakest. He had been attacking the weakest to the strongest order and so the first one was the easiest to kill and then it got harder and harder to kill them next time.

Looking at the last four of them, Max chose one of the dragons as his target.

This one stayed low, weaving through Max’s horde, its black flames corroding everything it touched. But Max’s expression remained calm. The black crown trembled — and a giant flaming cage descended from above, locking the dragon inside with dozens of his smaller creations. The swarm tore through it mercilessly, the cage shrinking tighter and tighter until the beast’s roars faded into silence.

’Last three,’ Max thought before locking his eyes on the that was destroying his army of dragons the fastest.

It charged like lightning, obliterating the waves of small dragons before they could get close. Max’s eyes gleamed — from the crown came flaming arrows by the hundreds, each one trailing black smoke.

They rained down like a storm, piercing the dragon’s hide and slowing its movements. The slowed beast was then drowned under a renewed tide of smaller dragons, its body finally breaking apart into swirling embers.

’The last two.’ Max frowned as he made almost all the small dragons busy the ninth one while he focus on the eighth dragon.

This one was vicious. It rolled and spun, scattering Max’s creations with hurricane-like bursts of flame. But Max simply summoned flaming serpents from the crown — long, slithering coils of black fire that wrapped around its torso and crushed inward.

With its movements restricted, the small dragons swarmed over it, feasting until there was nothing left but streams of black flame feeding back into Max.