Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100

Chapter 781: Void Soul Tower

What struck Max most wasn’t simply the man’s presence but the aura this young man had. There was a pride etched into every inch of his bearing—not the fierce, lethal confidence that radiated from Scott, nor even the fiery arrogance of Derek, but a pride rooted in something deeper.

It was the kind of pride that came not merely from personal strength but from the weight of a lineage and a seat among secrets few could fathom. It was the detached superiority of a man who knew he belonged to something higher than the world around him.

He paused just at the top of the stairs, his gaze sweeping coolly over the gathered figures before settling briefly on Derek, who stiffened in visible irritation.

Then his eyes flickered toward Scott, lingered for a fraction of a second, and finally came to rest on Max. For an instant, a subtle curiosity glinted in those dark eyes—as though he were studying an anomaly in a puzzle he had not anticipated.

Void Soul Tower was indeed one of the seven overlord forces in the Middle Domain, yet what truly distinguished them from the other six wasn’t merely power or heritage, but their extreme exclusivity.

Unlike the other factions, which teemed with vast numbers of ordinary members and armies of normal geniuses, the Void Soul Tower admitted only star-level geniuses into its ranks. There were no ordinary members to fill its halls. Every person who wore the insignia of the Void Soul Tower was someone capable of punching far above their weight, capable of defeating opponents stronger than themselves.

It was this policy, ruthless and singular, that made Void Soul Tower one of the most formidable forces in the entire Middle Domain, its might concentrated into a select group of terrifying prodigies rather than diffused across a vast army.

The man who had just arrived, Frank, might not have been on the same level as the towering auras of Derek or Scott, who were both standing firmly in the Legend Rank, but the momentum he carried was enough to rival them regardless.

His strength was still at the peak of the Champion Rank, yet every step he took seemed to ripple through the air like a blade slicing water. Even in silence, he commanded attention, the unseen weight of the Void Soul Tower’s legacy radiating around him like a mantle of authority.

Max felt Rose’s voice flicker into his mind, a quiet pulse of words across their vital essence link. ”This person is Frank, one of the strongest 2-star geniuses of the Void Soul Tower. Although he’s not a 3-star genius, he’s practiced for a long time and should not be underestimated.”

Max offered no reply, merely inclining his head a fraction as he kept his eyes fixed on the stairs, sensing a new shift in the atmosphere.

Scott, too, turned his head, his sharp gaze locked on the stairwell, while Derek paused mid-sip of his tea, brow furrowing in sudden wariness.

From the lower floors, a sound began to drift upward—a soft cadence, as delicate and precise as the hush of seeds breaking soil in early spring. It was the sound of footsteps so gentle that for an instant, it felt as though the building itself were holding its breath to listen. The conversation on the third floor died away entirely as every gaze tilted toward the stairwell.

And then, as though conjured from the folds of the fog itself, a woman stepped into view. She wore a robe of delicate green that shimmered subtly like dew on new leaves beneath the first rays of dawn.

Her face was exquisitely beautiful, every feature carved with an otherworldly precision, her skin radiant and flawless as polished jade. Yet there was nothing merely mortal about her beauty—it carried an air of the ethereal, the untouchable grace of a fairy descending from celestial clouds. Her presence seemed to hush the very air, casting an almost sacred silence over the room.

This was a beauty easily on par with Alice, with Lena, even with Princess Lyra herself. Yet unlike them, who carried either regal poise or playful warmth, this woman emanated a cool, serene detachment, like the breeze whispering across an untouched mountain lake.

For a brief moment, Gayle’s eyes widened in wonder, his mouth parting slightly as though he’d forgotten how to breathe. Derek’s brows arched high in astonishment, and even Scott, who had looked unimpressed by everything until now, found his sharp gaze lingering longer than usual.

Only Max remained utterly calm, his expression unchanged as he gazed silently at the new arrival, his mind already working behind the quiet depths of his eyes. Even as the woman’s beauty drew the room into stunned silence, Max’s instincts told him that this was no ordinary genius—that she might prove to be the most dangerous piece on the board yet.

The woman’s strength was like a vast ocean hidden beneath a placid surface, quietly boundless yet unfathomably deep, and as she stepped lightly onto the third floor, the entire atmosphere shifted as though the heavens themselves had exhaled.

She was at the 4th level of the Legend Rank—a realm of power already daunting in its own right—but the feeling she gave off to Max was far beyond mere anything he ever felt. Even Scott, with his razor-sharp aura and knife-edge momentum, seemed almost ordinary by comparison.

There was a serene supremacy about this woman that dwarfed the others in the room, as if she moved in a world a layer higher than theirs.

The instant her slender form crossed the threshold, the conflicting auras that had been clashing invisibly between Derek, Scott, Frank, and the others vanished as though they had never existed. The crackling tension dissolved into an eerie tranquility, as if a light drizzle were falling in an unseen forest, mist rising softly until heaven and earth became veiled and distant.

’Is she a Heaven Grade genius?’ The question flashed through Max’s mind as swiftly as a bolt of lightning, his pupils shrinking with fierce focus.

He’d seen prodigies before, fought against monstrous talents from the Lower Domain to the Middle Domain, but the aura radiating from this woman was unlike anything he’d ever encountered. It was not simply power; it was as though she existed half a step removed from the mortal plane itself.

Only a Heaven Grade genius—those once-in-a-millennium individuals said to carry a near-certain destiny of reaching the Divine Rank—could possess such an awe-inspiring presence.