Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100

Evan's gaze hardened, his resolve unwavering.

Never—never—had he expected this battle to push him so far.

Yet here he was.

Forced to bring out his strongest attack.

His breath was heavy, his chest rising and falling with the weight of battle.

He looked at Max—this white-haired warrior who had only responded to his attacks, who had never attacked first, yet still, somehow…

He had forced him to go all out.

"You haven't attacked me actively even once," Evan said, his voice calm, measured. "And yet, I am the one being pushed to my limit."

The wind around him twisted violently, reacting to his will.

A slow smirk played on his lips.

"Consider this your greatest honor."

Then—

His eyes flashed.

"And as you are the strongest genius of the Valora Continent, I suppose I should have expected this much."

The air rumbled.

The very world seemed to bend as his aura climbed to its absolute peak.

His fingers clenched into a fist.

"But this… our battle…"

His smirk widened.

"It's far from over."

And with those words—he threw it.

SWISH!

The wind screamed as the sword cut through space, a wave of pressure blasting outward in its wake.

A storm followed in its path, ripping apart the battlefield as it hurtled toward Max like an unstoppable force of nature.

But Max—

He remained calm.

His white hair flowed in the winds of destruction, his eyes locked onto the oncoming attack.

Then—

CRACK!

Purple lightning surged.

Instantly, bolts of lightnings wove together, compressing into a single, almost insignificant floating object before Max.

A needle.

Lightning Needle.

A skill so small—yet so devastating.

But Max wasn't done.

The lightning around him shifted.

It pulsed.

And then—

A ring formed behind him.

A ring of pure, pulsating lightning.

WHOOM!

The moment it appeared, his Lightning Aura erupted—a Level 3 Lightning Aura surging from his body like a divine storm, amplifying the sheer destructive force of the Lightning Needle.

The air itself cracked under the pressure.

Just then—

The wind sword reached him.

Max's lips curled into a grin.

He flicked his fingers.

The Lightning Needle shot forward.

SHIZZLE!

Electric arcs lashed outward as the needle collided with the wind sword.

WHOOSH!

Wind and lightning wrapped around each other, twisting, colliding, roaring—

And then—

The world shook.

A violent explosion of energy erupted, sending shockwaves that tore through the battlefield.

Lightning surged through the sky.

Wind raged, the air splitting apart in a terrifying display of elemental destruction.

For a moment—

Neither attack yielded.

Both forces clashed, fighting for dominance.

And then—

One began to devour the other.

The purple lightning from Max's attack pierced through the heart of the wind sword, disrupting its core.

The blade of wind trembled.

Then—

BOOM!

It shattered.

The fragments of wind dispersed, swallowed by the raw, crackling might of Max's Lightning Needle.

Which then gazed Evan's cheek and disappeared behind him.

The air went still.

Evan's strongest attack had been destroyed.

His eyes widened.

The spectators watching?

Silent.

Stunned.

Max let out a slow breath, his Fusion State Aura still burning.

Then, he lifted his gaze—locking eyes with Evan.

"Are you done?"

Evan stood motionless, his fists clenched tightly at his sides.

His breath was ragged, his body trembling—not from pain, but from sheer exhaustion.

Slowly, the crown of wind atop his head began to fade.

The light green cloak of his Lord of Wind form dissipated into the air, vanishing like mist in the morning sun.

Max saw that and shook his head, turning to Cain. "I win."

His voice was steady, final.

He lifted his sword slightly, pointing toward the Ascendants gathered in the distance.

"You can all leave now."

The battlefield fell into silence.

Then—

Cain smiled.

A small, almost imperceptible curve of his lips.

His neatly combed black hair swayed slightly in the dying wind, his posture as relaxed as ever.

His eyes, however, were unreadable.

"You are good. Very good."

Cain's voice carried through the battlefield—measured, composed.

"To defeat Evan, a peak Adept Rank, while you are still merely a Level 7 Apprentice… That is nothing short of fascinating."

Then, with a voice that carried a weight that could not be ignored, he spoke:

"You are indeed strong enough to be chosen by our leader."

His words, at first, sounded like praise.

But Max could tell—it wasn't.

Cain's piercing black eyes locked onto him, his expression still composed, still polite, yet somehow… inescapable.

"But that also makes you our main focus."

The air around them grew heavier.

And then—

Cain's smile vanished.

"That is why you haven't won."

His voice held absolute certainty.

A statement. A fact.

"Not yet."

Almost instantly—

Cain flicked his fingers.

A quiet, almost casual gesture.

And yet—the world itself responded.

WHOOM!

Above the Villa, the air distorted, warping into a swirling abyss of pure blackness.

Within seconds—a massive dome began to manifest.

Dark, endless, suffocating.

It spread rapidly, expanding outward until it enclosed a 10-kilometer radius, swallowing everything within its reach.

The Villa. The spectators. The leaders of the Five Great Guilds. The Super Families.

All trapped inside.

Cain lowered his hand, his gaze calm as he surveyed the area now contained within his creation.

"We don't need the nuisances here."

Then—he flicked his finger again.

SHWOOM!

The air shivered.

And then—

Every single spectator watching from within the dome vanished.

The gathered crowds, the reporters, the drones, the media—

All of them—gone.

Only a handful of individuals remained.

The leaders of the guilds.

The super families.

The welcoming guests of Envoy Lucas.

Cain's lips curled into a smirk.

"Now that's better."

His black eyes shifted back to Max, gleaming with unreadable intent before turning to Evan.

"You can go all out now."

Evan nodded slowly, taking a deep breath.

His posture was calm, but the weight of his decision was heavy.

Cain's words had sealed his fate—and Max knew it too.

The moment those words left Cain's lips, Max's expression hardened.

A sense of inevitability settled over the battlefield.

There was no stopping what would happen next.

And that realization made even Envoy Lucas frown.

"It's true after all."

His voice was grim, his eyes darkened with the weight of what was coming.

"We never had concrete proof before… but it seems we're about to see the truth with our own eyes."

A heavy silence followed his words.

And then—

The leaders of the five great guilds and the super families all turned solemn.

Because if the Ascendants could truly transform into Nulls…

Then this wasn't just Max's battle.

This was a war waiting to erupt.

***

Evan turned toward Max, his face devoid of arrogance.

For the first time, he looked at him as an equal.

"I had hoped to handle you without this," Evan admitted, his voice carrying a rare hint of respect.

"But it seems I'm left with no choice."

Then—

WHOOSH!

A black aura began to leak from his body, tendrils of darkness writhing like living shadows.

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He took a slight step back, his entire body on high alert.

And then—

CRACKLE!

A deafening boom split the sky—

A bolt of black lightning descended from the heavens, striking Evan with the force of a divine judgment.

BOOOOOOOM!

The impact shook the entire Villa, sending ripples through the air as the ground cracked beneath Evan's feet.

And then—