Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100

Chapter 427: Temple Spirit

”Who?!” Max shouted instinctively, his body spinning around in full alert.

His eyes narrowed sharply, and in the dense, swirling grey mist that hung like a blanket over the eerie world, he saw them—two narrow, glowing red eyes watching him silently from within the fog.

They floated there, unmoving, fixed on him with a gaze that felt ancient and unblinking.

”What?!” Max gasped, instinctively retreating several steps back, his footing cautious but urgent as he readied himself for whatever entity this was.

The pressure heʼd just endured still echoed in his bones, and now this? Before he could brace for a fight, a deep voice echoed through the mist—calm, powerful, and oddly emotionless.

”Do not fear me, human,” the voice said, not with malice, but with the undeniable authority of something that had existed far longer than him.

Maxʼs eyes remained cautious, but his breath steadied. ”Who are you?” he demanded, his voice firm despite the lingering unease.

”I am the spirit bound to this tower,” the voice replied, the red eyes still hovering in the mist like two burning stars. ”I am the one who oversees every trial, every floor, every path. I am the will of the Tower of Truth.”

Maxʼs heart skipped a beat, but he didnʼt let it show. Now that he knew what he was facing, his mind calmed. He wasnʼt dealing with an enemy—but a test, a force of judgment. ”What do you want?” he asked, his voice composed now, eyes sharp and ready.

The red eyes blinked slowly, and the mist seemed to ripple as the voice answered. ”Your talent… is the greatest I have witnessed in the million years I have presided over this tower,” it said with a strange reverence. ”You have surpassed every trial. You have endured the tests of body, mind, and law. But…” the voice paused, its tone shifting slightly.

”But?” Max pressed, his brow furrowing as he stepped forward.

”But I have yet to see the limits of your talent,” the spirit replied, its voice heavier now. ”Even now, I cannot determine where your potential ends—if it ends at all. And because of that, I cannot accurately judge where your place should be among the legends of this world. You have passed all that was required… but you have not yet revealed your peak.”

Maxʼs eyes narrowed, his curiosity piqued, his heart starting to thump again—but this time, it wasnʼt fear. It was interest.

”There are more tests,” the spirit continued, its voice rumbling like thunder behind clouds. ”Optional. Dangerous. Not designed for those who merely wish to pass—but for those who wish to ascend. I am asking you… not commanding… to take them.”

”Oh? More tests?” Maxʼs eyes gleamed with interest, his exhaustion momentarily forgotten as intrigue took root in his mind. A subtle smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. ”Would these tests come with… additional rewards?” he asked, tilting his head slightly, voice casual but eyes sharp with curiosity.

”It depends on your performance,” the voice answered, steady and neutral, yet not without a trace of ancient pride. ”But yes, rewards are possible. However, I must warn you… these tests will not be ordinary. They are dangerous. Extremely so. Because the trials you are about to face have never been unlocked by anyone else in the history of this tower.” The red eyes in the mist glowed faintly brighter as it continued. ”You, Max Voidwalker, will be the first.”

Maxʼs expression turned more serious, his brows drawing slightly together as he absorbed the weight of those words. The idea that no one—not even the legendary names etched into the top of the pillar—had reached this point stirred something deep within him.

”The one who built this tower… he created it to assess talent,” the voice continued, tone shifting slightly, as if revealing something personal. ”He wished to find beings of exceptional potential, even in this tiny, remote world, tucked away in the far corners of the mortal realms. It was not for conquest. It was for refinement—of his mind, and of others.”

Max frowned, a flicker of suspicion forming behind his sharp gaze. ”Wait,” he said slowly, the name slipping from his mouth like a question wrapped in caution. ”Do you… do you happen to know what race the original owner of this tower belonged to?”

”Of course I know,” the voice answered smoothly, with no hesitation. ”Primordial Race. That was the race of my master.”

”Primordial Race?” Max repeated under his breath, his frown deepening. He searched his memory but came up blank. He had never heard of such a race—not in the Lower Domain, not in the countless histories or tomes he had skimmed through. Could it be a race so ancient, so distant, that their name had long faded from all records? Or a race existing in the Middle Domain?

”Donʼt waste your thoughts over it,” the spirit said, clearly reading the confusion on Maxʼs face. ”Just know this—Primordial is not a title you earn. It is what you are. And the Primordial Race… is one of the strongest in all of reality.”

The weight of those words fell on Max like a stone, sinking into his mind. He didnʼt ask further. He didnʼt need to.

The voice continued. ”Now that your questions have been answered… the test shall begin soon.”

And with that final declaration, the grey mist around Max began to shift and dissolve like a vanishing illusion. Slowly, the air cleared, revealing a new figure standing a short distance before him.

It was human in shape, wielding a sword—silent, still—but its features were completely masked, blurred by a fog-like distortion that clung to it like armor. It was neither male nor female, neither old nor young. Just a presence. A challenge.

”This is the soul mark of a dead warrior. You will have to defeat him,” the voice echoed calmly, as if it were announcing something as mundane as a training session. Maxʼs gaze remained locked on the mist-wreathed figure ahead, unmoving, faceless, yet somehow exuding a silent, overwhelming presence that made the air feel heavy.