Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100

Chapter 426: Mysteries

Back when Korbin had every opportunity to crush him inside the tower, but instead chose to let him rise, to toy with him, just so he could show how weak humans truly were. Now, that mistake was turning into a nightmare.

”This human…” Korbin muttered, his voice low and icy, breath misting faintly in the charged air. ”Iʼll make sure to kill him.” The words were not loud, but they were soaked in murderous resolve.

He had seen enough to understand what Max could become if left unchecked—a force that could shake the continent, perhaps even rule it. And the demons, proud and ancient, would never allow a human overlord to rise in the Lost Continent. Not now. Not ever.

Similarly, among the sea of humans gathered near the Pillar of Divine Appraisal, three individuals stood apart, their very presence drawing subtle yet instinctive attention.

Unlike the others, these three radiated a sharp, intense aura that bent the air around them, marking them as anything but ordinary. Their energies were tightly controlled, yet impossibly strong, hinting at power few dared to provoke. They stood calmly, eyes fixed on the monolith where the name Max Voidwalker continued to glow at the top, still locked in assessment.

One of them, a tall man with short dark hair and a slightly exasperated expression, broke the silence first. ”This kid… I heard his talent was decent, so I came to check it out with you guys,” he said, scratching the back of his head with a wry smile. ”But damn, heʼs not a genius—heʼs a monster.”

His name was Fagus, and even though he joked often, his words carried weight.

Next to him, a young woman with striking light-blue hair and a gaze sharp enough to cut steel gave him a withering look. ”Humph, Fagus, just stop talking, will you?” she snapped, clearly at the edge of her patience.

Her tone was biting, her expression unreadable, but it was obvious she didnʼt appreciate his casual attitude.

”Luna, you know—” Fagus tried to reply, but before he could finish, the third of their group interrupted.

”I made a mistake coming with you two fools,” said a calm voice, smooth and emotionless, belonging to a dark-haired man who looked the quietest of the three. Both Luna and Fagus instantly turned to glare at him.

”What do you mean you shouldnʼt have come with us, you cool-acting guy?” Fagus snapped back, clearly offended, while Luna just gave him a cold stare that promised violence.

The calm young man—Adam—shook his head slightly, brushing off their annoyance. ”Only you two were available when I was heading to the tower,” he replied simply. ”The last one is missing again, as always. And the first one… well, you both know the situation.”

His voice turned quieter, more serious. ”Regardless, we should befriend this Max Voidwalker.” His gaze stayed fixed on the glowing name. ”From what Iʼve heard, he seems to hate the humans of our continent. Understandably so, after what happened with Lucas. But if he learns the truth, he might see things differently.”

His tone deepened with purpose. ”Most importantly, we need someone like him right now. A genius that outshines all others. Someone who can rise above the chaos in the continent.” He turned to look at Luna and Fagus, his expression solemn. ”So donʼt forget why we came here.”

Luna and Fagus glanced at each other, then both nodded firmly, their previous banter replaced by a mutual seriousness.

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As Max floated weightlessly in the endless blue-hued world, his body swaying like a feather caught in a silent current, he could feel the strength draining from him with each passing second. It was as if his very essence was unraveling—his limbs heavy, his breathing faint, his thoughts fading into numbness.

The exhaustion was so complete, so overwhelming, that it felt less like tiredness and more like death itself creeping in. His vision blurred, colors melting into each other, and just as the final grip of consciousness began to slip, his body suddenly surged with a strange dark blue glow.

Whoosh!

In the next instant, the entire world around him shattered like glass, and Max vanished from the blue realm. He reappeared in a completely different space—one shrouded in grey mist and eerie stillness. The sky above him was filled with faintly twinkling stars, cold and distant, while the ground beneath was a grass-covered plain bathed in silence, endless and empty.

There were no buildings, no sound, no movement—just an ethereal, otherworldly quiet that pressed against his soul.

Max blinked, stunned. ”Iʼm… healed?” he whispered in disbelief, glancing down at his body. The pain was gone. The bleeding had stopped. His muscles no longer screamed in agony. A moment ago, he had been on the verge of collapse, hovering at deathʼs doorstep, and now—he stood whole.

But just as the relief began to sink in, a force unlike anything he had ever felt descended upon him.

BOOM.

It wasnʼt a sound. It was a presence—an invisible pressure that slammed into his body like a mountain had fallen from the sky. His lungs tightened. His breath slowed to a crawl. His entire body stiffened as if turned to stone.

”Damn!” Max gritted his teeth, panic rising in his chest. ”This pressure… itʼs the strongest Iʼve ever felt!” He could feel no interference with his mana. It wasnʼt spiritual. It wasnʼt elemental. It was purely physical. His body refused to move. Not an inch.

Clenching his jaw, he waited, hoping his Title—Aura of Primordial—would activate and ease the pressure, as it had always done in times of crisis. But instead of relief, the pressure intensified, nearly crushing him under its weight.

”What the hell…? Why isnʼt Aura of Primordial working?” Max muttered, his eyes narrowing as confusion and alarm surged through him. Before he could think further, pain erupted across his skin—his flesh cracking open, muscles stretching unnaturally, and the sound of bones snapping echoed loudly in the still world.

”Damn it!” Max cursed, his voice strained. Even with the passive protection of his Dragon Scales, his body was being torn apart under the weight.

Then—SLAM!

The ground rose to meet him with brutal force as he was crushed down like a hammer striking a nail. A violent wave of pain surged through every fiber of his being. And then, as suddenly as it had come… the pressure vanished.

Gasping, shaking, Max lay still for a moment before slowly pushing himself up from the cracked earth, panting heavily. His mind swirled with questions, but one dominated all the others.

What was that? A test of my physical body? It felt like it had come from something ancient, something beyond the ordinary mechanisms of the tower.

But more importantly, how had the Tower of Truth—or perhaps the Pillar of Divine Appraisal—negated the effects of his Title Aura of Primordial?

That title had always given him an overwhelming edge, allowing him to resist pressures and forces that others couldnʼt even withstand. And yet, here—it had been rendered useless.

ʼJust what kind of place is this?ʼ Max wondered, unease creeping into his bones.

”You are here.” Just then a cold, emotionless voice sounded from behind him.