Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100

Chapter 1000: Lady Divine

Max nodded quietly, the weight of William’s words settling on him. ”Understood.”

He turned and left the President’s office, the heavy wooden door shutting behind him with a final thud.

Outside, Elder Liam was already waiting. His expression eased into a rare smile when he saw Max. ”You did well back there,” Liam said, placing a hand on his shoulder. ”And... thank you. If not for you, even I wouldn’t have uncovered that hidden nest.”

Max returned the smile, his tone genuine. ”No, Elder Liam. If not for your timely intervention, I might have already been dead in that place.” He bowed slightly. ”I owe you my thanks.”

Liam shook his head, chuckling. ”We’ll call it even then.”

After exchanging a few more words, Max finally departed. His figure disappeared into the distance, leaving the Almond Region behind. The weight of secrets, the shadows of demons, and the looming threat of war followed him as he made his way back toward the Great Ruler Empire.

’I hope Lenavira is fine...’ Max thought as he stepped out of the Battle Cube in the Great Ruler Empire. The city’s familiar golden towers and marble streets were almost soothing after the chaos of the hidden city, but his heart did not allow him peace. His steps were swift, carrying him directly through the palace corridors until he reached the chamber that had been prepared for Lenavira.

His hand pressed against the door, and with a deep breath, he pushed it open.

Inside, four figures awaited him.

The first, as expected, was Lenavira, lying pale and still upon the silken bed. Her once-bright hair was now a dull, ashen grey, and her skin carried the dark hue of her cursed transformation. Even in her slumber, her body was curled tightly, as if she were resisting unseen torment.

By her side stood Princess Lyra, her emerald eyes widening the moment Max entered. Relief washed across her face, softening the tension she had carried in her shoulders.

Next to her was Emperor Hermes.

The final figure was someone unfamiliar. An elderly woman, her long bright-blue hair flowing like silk down her back, eyes sharp yet gentle, like a healer who had seen centuries of suffering. Her presence gave off a strange familiarity, though Max could not immediately place why.

As Max stepped in, all three turned toward him.

”You are finally here,” Lyra said softly, her voice carrying relief. She had already been informed of what had transpired in the Greenwood Region—the demons, the Direkins, the hidden city. To see Max standing there, alive and unscathed, eased a weight she had been holding since his departure.

Max’s eyes immediately moved to the bed. His chest tightened at the sight of Lenavira. ”How is she?” he asked, his voice low, filled with concern.

The old woman took a step forward, her sharp eyes narrowing slightly as she examined Lenavira again. ”She is still in her Dark Elf form,” the woman said matter-of-factly. ”Something traumatic must have happened to her—something so severe it forced her bloodline to plunge into this state. And from what I can see...” she shook her head, ”...she has fallen far too deep.”

Max’s expression darkened, his fists clenching slightly. His voice was steady, but a faint tremor of desperation underlined it. ”Is there any way she can be helped?”

The old woman’s lips curved into a faint smile, calm and confident. ”That’s where I come in, boy.”

She straightened her back, her aura faintly flickering—not the aura of a warrior, but of someone who commanded vast experience and knowledge. ”I am a doctor, a rune specialist, and much more besides. I’ve treated countless rare afflictions, strange bloodline backlashes, and cursed states in my life. This little elf may look lost to her darkness, but...” she turned to look at Lenavira again, her eyes softening for the first time, ”...I have ways to awaken her from this state. Leave her to me for a few days, and you will see her return.”

Max let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. He nodded, though his expression remained tight. ”Her name is Lenavira,” he said softly, then his sharp gaze returned to the old woman. ”And you are?”

Lyra’s voice rang sharply, snapping through the quiet chamber. ”Max, don’t be rude. She is Lady Divine.”

Max froze mid-step, his eyes widening slightly. ’Lady Divine...?’

The name alone carried a weight that pressed against the air. If one were to ask who was the most mysterious figure in the entire Middle Domain, there was only one answer. Lady Divine.

She was a legend wrapped in flesh—whispers about her circulated in every sect, clan, and empire. Some said her healing arts could bring a man back from the brink of death, even when his body was nothing more than shattered bone and blood.

Others claimed she had deciphered the ancient language of runes left behind by the ancients, creating some of the strongest defensive formations still used today. The protective domes employed by great cities, the immortal rune-barriers guarding sects—all were said to be her works. And her mastery didn’t stop there.

It was said she was unmatched in the Path of Soul, a domain few dared to tread, much less conquer. Rumors even called her the ”Mother of Souls,” though none had ever dared speak that title to her face.

And most astonishing of all—she was ranked 5th in the Sun Rankings, making her one of the top five strongest beings in the world.

Max’s chest tightened. He had expected Emperor Hermes to pull strings, but for him to invite her...? Lady Divine rarely responded to the summons of even the Seven Overlord Forces. Her very presence in this room was enough to tilt the balance of fate.

Max immediately bowed deeply, his tone respectful and solemn. ”Max greets Lady Divine, and I am truly grateful that you are willing to look into this matter.”

The old woman chuckled lightly, her blue hair shimmering faintly in the lamplight. Despite the endless depth hidden in her gaze, her smile carried a warmth that disarmed the heart. ”Haha, no need for such formality, little lad.”

She waved her hand as if brushing aside the weight of his respect. Then her tone sharpened slightly, though still kind. ”If you don’t mind, I’ll be staying in this room for a few days to examine her thoroughly.”

Her eyes shifted back to Lenavira’s curled form on the bed, scanning every detail with terrifying precision. ”I want no disturbances whatsoever while I’m working. Understand?”