Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100

Max inhaled sharply, steadying himself. With a flick of his hand, the air rippled and opened into his Dimension of Spirit. From its depths, he carefully drew out a slender figure and laid her gently onto the bed beside them.

Lenavira.

Her silver hair spilled across the pillow, her pale skin marred by faint black veins that pulsed faintly with the curse that bound her. She looked fragile, almost ethereal, her body motionless in the cruel stillness of her unconscious state.

Lucien’s calm demeanor shattered the instant he saw her. His eyes widened, his body blurring from his seat in a flash of speed. In less than a heartbeat, he stood beside her, leaning over her form with visible alarm.

”Lenavira?” His voice was sharp, trembling with uncharacteristic urgency. His red hair fell forward as he examined her face. ”She’s... in her dark elf state? How... how did this happen?”

For the first time since entering the room, Max saw Lucien shaken.

Max explained his experience to him related to Lenavira in the Middle Domain all the way to how he ended up finding she had a curse placed upon her with the help of Lady Divine.

”A curse, you say?” Lucien’s brows knitted together as his eyes narrowed. He extended his hand slowly, and a soft hum resonated through the chamber as his soul power seeped outward like a crimson tide. It washed over Lenavira’s still form, probing deeper and deeper into her body. For a long moment, silence filled the room, only broken by the faint crackle of Max’s infernal aura.

Then—

Whum!

A surge of energy rippled across Lenavira’s body, and instantly a red aura erupted from her skin, overflowing uncontrollably. Her delicate frame trembled faintly on the bed as the sinister energy revealed itself, writhing like chains across her veins. Lucien’s face darkened as he retracted his soul sense.

”She indeed has a curse placed upon her,” he admitted gravely. ”And it is this curse that is forcing her into her dark elf state.”

Max’s crimson eyes sharpened. His voice carried both desperation and a flicker of hope. ”Do you know what the curse is? And how it can be removed?”

Lucien remained silent for a moment before giving a slow nod. His tone was heavy when he spoke. ”Yes. I do know what this is. The curse placed upon her... is called the Curse of Six Emotions and Seven Hearts.”

The name itself carried weight. Max’s body stiffened.

Lucien continued, his expression grim. ”This is not a simple affliction. It is a deadly curse, one that intertwines with the very soul of the victim. The person inflicted with it will be forced to undergo endless torment—an eternal cycle of the six primal emotions and the seven layers of the heart. Love, hate, fear, anger, grief, and joy... tied into seven heart-piercing agonies. The victim is never free of it. Not in sleep, not in waking. Their mind and soul are devoured, piece by piece, until nothing remains but suffering.”

Max’s fists clenched tightly, his knuckles pale, his crimson aura trembling with fury.

Lucien’s gaze softened faintly as he looked back at Lenavira. ”Lenavira’s descent into her dark elf state is not simply her bloodline overwhelming her. It is this curse. It pulls her deeper into the abyss with every passing moment. Unless the curse is removed, she will remain trapped like this—forever. A dark elf in body and soul.”

Max’s chest tightened, his heart hammering in his ribcage. His voice broke through the tension, sharp and demanding. ”How do I remove the curse from her body?”

He stepped closer, his aura spiking violently. ”Lady Divine knew how to remove it. Don’t think I don’t know that. If she knew, then I don’t believe for a second that you—” his crimson eyes blazed into Lucien’s—”the strongest human alive—don’t know how to do it too. So tell me, Lucien. Tell me how to save her.”

The chamber went silent, the weight of Max’s words pressing down like thunder.

Max’s crimson eyes narrowed as his thoughts spun. ’This curse... it’s not anchored to her body. It’s rooted directly in her soul.’ He clenched his fists tightly. He knew better than most that curses tied to the soul were the most terrifying of all—nearly impossible to erase without destroying the very person afflicted. But Lucien was a master of souls, and if anyone could unravel this mystery, it was him.

Lucien’s gaze lingered on Lenavira before he turned back to Max. His voice was calm, yet heavy with a certain inevitability. ”Lady Divine knew how to remove this curse and didn’t tell you?” He shook his head, almost as though the thought didn’t surprise him in the slightest. ”I’m not surprised by her decision.”

Max’s expression darkened. His crimson hair shimmered faintly under the glow of his aura. ”What do you mean by that?” he asked sharply. Until now, he had thought Lady Divine’s silence had been nothing but manipulation—that she had deliberately hidden the method to control him. But from Lucien’s tone, there was something more to the matter, something deeper.

Lucien sighed, his red eyes focusing on Max with a trace of sympathy. ”The Curse of Six Emotions and Seven Hearts is unlike anything ordinary. It cannot be undone by simple spells, artifacts, or even direct interference from soul masters. The only thing capable of erasing it is the medicinal essence of the Lotus of Clear Serenity.”

”The Lotus of Clear Serenity?” Max repeated slowly, the words tasting both strange and heavy on his tongue.

Lucien nodded. ”Yes. Only the purity of that lotus can wash away the curse’s grip on her soul. Its medicinal effect seeps directly into the deepest layers of the spirit, erasing the bindings of anguish, stripping away the cycle of suffering, and returning the soul to balance. Without it, nothing—no ritual, no divine runes, not even I—can remove this curse.”

Max’s breath grew heavier, his crimson aura pulsing violently. ”Then why didn’t Lady Divine tell me this? If she knew, why keep it from me?”