Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100

Klaus hovered in the air, his cloak fluttering in the lingering wind, his eyes locked onto Max with a grim expression.

'This isn't him anymore. That sword… it's taken over.'

But Max?

He didn't blink.

Didn't hesitate.

He was already gripping the sword tighter, readying for another strike, his wings twitching, his teeth clenched.

Because there was only one thought left in his mind.

Kill Lucas.

And he once again shot into the sky to just that.

"Max…" Klaus whispered as the smoke of their clash faded. He could see it clearly now.

There was no getting through to him.

Max wasn't listening. He wasn't even seeing.

The boy was gone—buried beneath wrath, loss, and the curse of that sword.

Klaus didn't stop him. He simply turned and vanished in a blur of black flames, heading back toward the Divine Palace. He needed to ensure the Monarch didn't catch wind of Max's return. As long as no one else interfered, Max wouldn't start a war.

Not unless someone stood between him and Lucas.

And he was right.

Because even as Klaus disappeared into the horizon, Max had already arrived.

Above the Villa of Envoy Lucas, Max hovered in the air, infernal wings spread wide. He didn't sneak in. He didn't hesitate. He dropped like a crimson thunderbolt.

CRASH!!

The roof of the villa shattered as he descended like a meteor, tearing straight through reinforced stone and enchanted barriers. Dust and debris exploded through the main chamber, startling guards, servants, and elders alike.

"Who dares cause trouble in my—"

Lucas's shout came to an abrupt stop as he entered the ruined courtyard. His eyes locked on the figure standing in the center of the destruction.

The tattoos.

The wings.

The glowing blood-red sword resting in Max's hand.

"…You?"

For a moment, Lucas was stunned.

Then a cruel grin twisted across his face.

"Hah… So you crawled out of that pit after all. And instead of running for your life, you came to me?"

He chuckled.

"You're either brave—or a complete fool."

But Max wasn't listening.

His entire body was trembling.

Not with fear.

With rage.

Rage that had fermented for three months in the bottom of that cursed pit.

Rage that had only one name carved into it—Lucas.

"AHHHHHHH!!!"

Max roared, his scream piercing the sky. A pillar of blood-red light erupted around him, soaring straight into the clouds, splitting them open with its raw pressure.

"You insane brat!" Lucas shouted, shielding his face as debris flew everywhere. "You're destroying my villa—!"

Too late.

Max was already in front of him.

BOOM!

The Abyss Dragon Sword slammed into Lucas's chest with brutal force, catching him completely off guard. The impact blasted him across the villa, sending him crashing through walls, pillars, and floors like a cannonball.

"You—!!"

Lucas stood back up, blood dripping from the corner of his lips, fury replacing his smirk.

But he didn't get to speak.

SLASH!

Another red arc tore through the air and struck him again, sending him crashing through another wall, demolishing entire sections of the villa.

"I'LL KILL YOU!!" Lucas roared as he climbed from the rubble, now truly enraged.

He clapped his hands together, the ground beneath them shaking violently.

In an instant, the broken walls, shattered marble, and stone slabs around him floated into the air—suspended by his will, surrounded by a glowing golden aura.

"EARTH PRISON—BURIAL TOMB!!"

The debris launched toward Max like a hailstorm of city-sized shrapnel, massive chunks of reinforced earth flying with the force of artillery.

Each piece large enough to flatten a building.

But Max—

He didn't dodge.

He didn't block.

He just charged through.

The red glow around him flared, his sword trailing a storm of crimson arcs.

One after another, the boulders slammed into him, only to be cleaved in half, shattered, or ignored entirely.

The impact didn't slow him.

Didn't even shake him.

He burst through the onslaught like a demon of war, his killing intent exploding in all directions.

Lucas's eyes widened.

"No—!"

CRACK!

Max appeared in front of him in a blink, the Abyss Dragon Sword already descending.

Lucas raised an earth wall reflexively, but—

BOOM!!

The sword tore through it like paper, cleaving the wall, the space behind it, and nearly Lucas himself.

Blood sprayed as the blade grazed across his chest.

Lucas flew backward, crashing through the villa's central garden and skidding across the ground, tearing up stone, grass, and brick as he went.

He coughed violently, blood spilling from his mouth, his armor shattered, his robes torn.

He staggered to one knee, breath ragged.

Across from him, Max stood—blood-stained, panting, eyes still glowing with that same unrelenting fury.

He didn't look like a boy anymore.

He looked like a cataclysm.

Lucas wiped the blood from his lips, his face twisted in rage and disbelief. His chest burned where Max's sword had grazed him, the wound pulsing with infernal energy that refused to fade.

"This… this is madness!" he growled, forcing himself to his feet.

The ground around him began to crack and shift, golden light erupting from the earth as his aura surged. The sky turned dull and heavy. Thunder rumbled—not from clouds, but from the pressure of Lucas's Earth Concept being released.

"TITAN'S WRATH!"

With a roar, Lucas slammed both palms into the ground.

The earth trembled violently as enormous stone spears, each the size of towers, erupted from the ground beneath Max. Dozens of them—sharpened, glowing with molten runes—launched like missiles to impale him from all sides.

But Max—

Didn't move.

CRACK—BOOM—SHATTER!

He slashed once, a wide, blood-red arc cleaving through the air.

Every single stone spear exploded on contact, shattered to dust, as if their magic and mass were meaningless before the power of his sword.

Lucas's eyes widened in disbelief.

But Max wasn't done.

He moved.

In a blur of red light, he appeared above Lucas midair, wings spread like a crimson angel of death, sword raised.

SLASH!

Lucas jumped back, throwing up a massive earth barrier, several meters thick and reinforced with golden runes.

BOOM!

Max's sword tore straight through it, cleaving the barrier, the ground, and the air itself.

Lucas barely rolled aside, a line of blood streaking down his shoulder.

"This is impossible!" he hissed.

"TREMOR CANNON!"

Lucas thrust his hands forward. The ground beneath Max fractured violently, and from its depths erupted a concentrated beam of pure earth energy—dense enough to collapse a mountain, roaring upward to engulf him.

The beam struck Max head-on, swallowing him in a column of golden light.

The villa shook.

The surrounding land cracked.

Trees split in half from the pressure alone.

Dust hung in the air as silence settled.

Lucas stood panting, staring at the devastation.

But then—