Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100

”These seven will form the backbone of our operation,” Max said. ”They will lead seven squads. Each of you will be assigned to one of those squads based on your strengths, affinities, and teamwork potential.”

He paused for a moment to let the structure sink in. It was necessary. Nullaria was demon territory. There was no room for individual heroism.

”You will not act alone,” Max said, his tone firm. ”Let me make that absolutely clear. You will move as squads. You will fight as squads. You will survive as squads. If even one of you breaks formation or disobeys your squad leader, the entire group may face consequences.”

The geniuses nodded, some swallowing nervously, others clenching their fists in excitement.

Max continued, ”The demons know every inch of Nullaria. They have traps, layers of protection, and defensive barriers. Entering without proper coordination is simply asking to die. That is why your squad leaders will not only give orders but also prepare your strategies. You will listen to them, understand them, and execute them with absolute precision.”

He turned toward the seven leaders again, his gaze sharper.

”As for the leaders... your responsibility isn’t small. You are not there to show off your strength. You are there to make sure your squad comes out alive. I don’t care if you need to yell, drag, or scold them. I only want results. Protect your squad, guide your squad, and eliminate every demon you come across.”

Victor, Arthur, Seraphina, Christine, Chris, Daniel, and Michael all nodded. Their expressions carried a new weight. They understood they weren’t merely being given authority—they were being entrusted with lives. They had to act like real commanders.

Max exhaled slowly before speaking again, this time with a calmer tone.

”We will train together for three days before entering Nullaria. In those three days you will test your synergy, your speed, your awareness, and your ability to fight under pressure. There is no room for ego. There is no room for conflict among squads. Remember, our enemy isn’t each other—our enemy is the demon race that has brought this world to ruin.”

His voice softened slightly as he added, ”I won’t let any of you die. Not under my watch. But for that to be possible, I need you to follow the plan. If we stay coordinated, we won’t just survive—we will dominate.”

The cafeteria remained silent for a long moment after he finished. Then slowly the geniuses began to react—some nodded fiercely, some exchanged determined glances, and some even smiled with bright confidence.

Max looked at all of them with a small but genuine smile.

”This operation will decide the future of this world. Let’s make sure the demons understand who they are about to face.”

The room erupted into renewed energy—not the scattered energy from earlier, but something sharper and more unified. The seeds of discipline had been planted. The structure had been set. The assault on Nullaria had begun long before they even stepped foot inside.

For the next three days the entire Four God Nation felt as if a storm of youthful power had descended upon it. The cafeteria gathering had ended quietly, but the training that followed shook the entire region. The chosen geniuses scattered into their squads, and under the guidance of the seven leaders, each group began shaping itself into a cohesive force capable of surviving Nullaria’s deadly landscapes.

Victor took his squad to the northern plains outside the main city where the wind roared like a living beast. His training was harsh and unrelenting. He forced his squad to fight against the winds themselves, pushing them to stabilize their bodies and maintain formation while being hit from all sides.

Victor believed control was the foundation of a good team. If they could hold steady under chaotic winds, they would hold steady even when demons overwhelmed them. He drilled them with relentless sparring, made them dash through storms while maintaining specific positions, and taught them to attack without breaking the flow of their movement.

His squad learned discipline in motion, speed with precision, and cooperation without a single spoken word.

Arthur’s squad gathered in the dense forest outside the Azure Dragon God Nation. He focused on adaptability and environment manipulation. He scattered his squad across different terrains, forcing them to regroup under pressure in unpredictable battlefields.

One moment they trained in tight, narrow paths where blades could barely swing, and the next they fought among towering trees where visibility was poor. Arthur believed real battles were never convenient. He taught them how to move silently, how to leave no trace behind, and how to ambush without revealing their presence.

Under him, his squad became hunters, fluid and efficient, capable of blending into any terrain Nullaria might throw at them.

Seraphina trained her squad in the vast open fields where she could unleash her flame element freely. Her approach was very different from Victor and Arthur. She emphasized synergy, trust, and timing.

She forced her squad to coordinate attacks that required multiple affinities to merge perfectly at the exact moment. She would use her flame to blind or mislead them and then demand that they execute their formations regardless. She was strict, but she was also patient, guiding her squad to understand how to rely on one another without hesitation. Her squad began to move like a single flowing stream, each member complementing the next.

Chris, calm and methodical, took his squad into the training grounds of the Phoenix God Nation where heat distorted vision and air shimmered constantly. He challenged his squad by making them fight under extreme temperature shifts.

One moment scorching flames, the next moment icy shockwaves from artifacts he scattered across the field. Chris wanted his squad to learn how to stay calm when their bodies were under stress, when their senses were disrupted, and when their instincts screamed for relief. His squad learned endurance, clarity of mind, and how to make decisions under suffocating pressure.

Christine guided her squad inside the Tower of Mirrors, a place filled with shifting illusions where one could not tell enemy from ally without absolute awareness. Her training focused on mental fortitude and illusion-breaking techniques.

She challenged her squad with illusions of demons, illusions of betrayal, illusions of overwhelming power—forcing them to distinguish reality through soul perception and instinct. Many faltered on the first day, fearing their own hallucinations, but under Christine’s steady leadership they grew stronger.

By the third day they walked through illusions as if walking through morning mist.

Daniel trained his squad underwater where the water surface acted like a giant mirror that warped the reflections of those within it. Creating formations underwater was nearly impossible for most, but Daniel pushed his squad to learn to move with flow instead of against it.

He taught them to fight with minimal movements, conserve energy, and use distortions in reflections to mislead opponents. By the end of the third day his squad was able to move underwater with the grace of aquatic beasts, forming lethal combinations in complete silence.

Michael trained his squad at night under the lunar sanctums where darkness and shadows ruled. His squad specialized in stealth attacks, night assaults, and pinpoint strikes. He forced them to maintain their battles with restricted visibility and pressured them to stay silent even in the heat of combat.

Michael believed precision was the greatest weapon of a warrior. Under his training, his squad learned to strike at joints, weak points, and vital spots with frightening accuracy. Their movements became sharp and quiet, like cold blades sliding through the dark.

Across the three days, every squad experienced pain, exhaustion, failure, frustration, breakthroughs, and growth. Their strengths sharpened and their weaknesses weakened. By the end of the third day the Seven Squads stood ready—not as individual combatants but as seven blades forged in the fires of purpose.

They no longer looked like scattered geniuses. They stood like an army. A young, fiery, and fearless army ready to step into Nullaria and turn the demon’s world into their hunting ground.

And Max, watching all of this unfold, felt a quiet satisfaction settle in his chest. These geniuses were no longer boys and girls thrown into war. They had become a force worthy of leading humanity’s counterattack. The coming battle would be hellish, but after these three days Max was certain of one thing—Acaris had hope.