Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100

The sunlight—or what passed for it in the violet wasteland—spilled over his face as he looked ahead, the faint silhouettes of the giant dwarves’ banners fluttering in the distance. A small smile tugged at his lips.

”It’s time to return,” he said quietly before setting off across the scarred ground, leaving behind the den that had nearly become his tomb.

The air outside the den was heavy and dry. The faint glow of the violet wasteland reflected off the cracked ground, creating a strange shimmer that stretched toward the horizon.

Far in the distance, Max could see the faint silhouettes of countless figures gathered together—those were the village chiefs and their warriors, assembled near what appeared to be the main entrance of the Devouring Ants’ den.

’So that’s where they gathered,’ Max thought quietly, his gaze lingering in that direction. His position, however, was nowhere near them.

He had emerged from the far end of the den, the opposite side from where all the others seemed to have exited. If he wanted to rejoin them, he would need to circle around the massive ridge that housed the den, a long and winding route through jagged terrain.

He exhaled slowly, brushing a bit of dust from his shoulder. ”Guess I’ll have to take the long way,” he muttered to himself.

Just as he was about to move, his Three Dimensional Body detected faint movement behind him. Dozens of life signatures—weak, trembling, and drenched in fatigue—were approaching from the tunnel he had just escaped.

Turning his head slightly, Max saw several other geniuses stumbling out of the same exit he had used. Their faces were pale, their breathing ragged. Some had wounds covering their arms and shoulders, while others were missing armor pieces and carried cracked weapons. They looked like survivors who had narrowly escaped death.

The moment their eyes fell on Max, they froze in place.

A heavy silence descended instantly. Their exhaustion seemed to vanish, replaced by visible fear. Their gazes instinctively rose toward his head, and what they saw made them all take a step back.

Two golden crowns floated above Max’s head, glowing faintly under the dim light of the wasteland. The crowns emitted a faint divine aura that spread through the air like ripples in still water. The pressure that came from them wasn’t something he was releasing intentionally; it simply radiated from him naturally, like sunlight from a star.

The geniuses stared, unable to speak for several seconds. Their faces turned pale, and the silence stretched painfully long.

Max, on the other hand, simply smiled. The corners of his lips curved slightly, his expression calm but carrying an undeniable confidence. He didn’t say anything—he didn’t need to. The sight of his two golden crowns said everything.

Then, without warning, his figure blurred. Red and blue lightning erupted from his body, intertwining in a brilliant display of light. In the next instant, his entire figure vanished from their sight, leaving behind only the faint crackle of electricity and a lingering breeze.

The gathered geniuses flinched as the residual shockwave brushed past them. For several moments, none of them spoke. They just stood there, staring at the spot where Max had been standing only seconds ago.

”Did... did he have two golden crowns?” one of the geniuses finally stammered, his voice trembling slightly.

”Yeah,” another replied, his tone still filled with disbelief. ”I saw it clearly. Two golden crowns above his head. That means he must have killed another golden crown-level genius inside the den. He actually killed one.”

The others exchanged nervous glances. Even uttering the thought felt absurd.

”He’s too strong,” someone muttered quietly. ”I could feel his pressure even when he wasn’t trying to release it. It was suffocating. Just standing near him made my knees weak.”

”He’s terrifying,” another added in a whisper. ”If he can kill another golden crown, then none of us are even close to his level. We’d die before we could even lift a hand.”

Their voices faded into murmurs as realization dawned on all of them. The golden crown was a mark of supremacy—a recognition of unparalleled talent and potential. Even possessing one placed a person among the most extraordinary of geniuses. Yet Max now possessed two, glowing side by side above his head, radiating silent dominance.

None of them dared to follow him. None of them even thought about challenging him.

After a few moments of stunned silence, the group slowly began to move. Each of them carried the same expression—a mixture of fear, awe, and disbelief. They walked together across the barren violet landscape toward the main entrance of the den, where the thirty-odd village chiefs had gathered with their warriors.

The wind howled faintly as they moved. The air was thick with the scent of dust and mana, but even that couldn’t mask the tension lingering in their hearts.

As the group reached the far end of the wasteland, they could already see the gathering of giant dwarves. Rows of massive figures stood in formation, their armor gleaming faintly beneath the pale light.

Chief Igris and the other village chiefs turned their attention almost immediately when they saw their respective champions approaching from the far side of the wasteland. The heavy air that had settled over the gathering shifted slightly, filled now with curiosity and anticipation.

The champions looked weary and covered in dust. Some limped, others supported their injured comrades, and their expressions carried both relief and fatigue. Yet among them, one figure stood out unmistakably.

Max walked calmly toward Chief Igris, his steps steady and unhurried. The faint glow of red and blue lightning still lingered faintly around his body, fading gradually with every step. Above his head floated two golden crowns, both shining brilliantly under the dim violet light.

Several of the other chiefs widened their eyes slightly at the sight, murmurs rippling quietly among their ranks. Only Chief Igris’s expression remained composed, though there was a faint flicker of satisfaction in his sharp eyes.

As Max came to a stop before him, Chief Igris studied him silently for a moment. His gaze lingered briefly on the two golden crowns before meeting Max’s eyes.

”How did it go?” he asked, his deep voice steady and calm. He had already seen what he needed to see. The two crowns told him enough, but he wanted to hear it from Max himself.