Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 - Chapter 121

Chapter 121: A short training before entering the temple
Max’s eyes widened when he saw the golem turn toward him. His breathing quickened, and his hand trembled as he commanded the golem, “Come out of the tube.”

The golem moved its two legs, crossed over the edges of the tub, and arrived before him.

“I’ve done it!” Max shouted with intense excitement. “I’ve finally done it!”

He looked fascinated as he stared at the golem, as if it were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

“You are the first golem I’ve ever created, so you will be called Zero.” Max said to the golem, patting it on the head. However, the golem only stared at him, like a robot.

Max glanced at him and observed him from all angles. “Let’s see the limit of your movements and understanding.”

He asked the golem to run as fast as it could around the training chamber. At his command, the golem began to run, but it was too slow for its weight to allow fast movement, though it was doing its best.

He then asked it to show all the skills it possessed, but the golem only stared at Max with blank eyes.

“What? Don’t tell me you don’t have any skills?” Max asked, putting his hands on his head. Without any skills, a golem would just be dead weight.

“But why doesn’t it possess any skills?” he wondered. All naturally made golems possessed one or two skills, but the one he created lacked skills as a whole.

Max glanced at Zero, his expression turning serious. “I’ll have to do more research on golem skills, I guess.” He muttered, understanding that a golem’s skills were what made them truly special.

Coming closer to it, Max put his hand on the golem. “Can I store you in my private space?” he muttered while using the space to store Zero. A moment later, the golem disappeared.

‘Good,’ Max thought, taking out the pouch Ralph had given him for chaos stones.

“I wonder how many Dragon Scales I’ll awaken after absorbing these,” he muttered as he began to devour the stones one after another with his black flames. A few seconds later, he had absorbed all ten chaos stones, and a notification appeared in his vision.

[Dragon Scales increased by +6]

Max frowned as he saw the increment. He felt like the more chaos stones he absorbed, the lesser their effects were on the Dragon Scales on his body.

He recalled the first runestone he had absorbed, which had given him one scale. The next five, from Lily, had given him another three, while the ten he had just absorbed gave him only six.

‘I guess it’s better than nothing,’ Max sighed as he pondered his plans for the month.

‘For Draconic Essence, I need dragon-related monsters and beasts, which I should look for once I return from the Temple of Divine,’ Max decided. ‘This time, I’ll do two things: search for a way to enable Zero to use skills and merge my auras.’

“There’s only about 25 days left before the Temple of Divine opens. I’ll spend my time focusing on these two things.” Max muttered as he left the training room and headed for the holographic computer in his room.

Sitting at the chair, he turned on the computer, and a holographic screen popped up before him.

“Let’s see if the guild community has any knowledge about the number of petals in respective stages of mastery in the World Destruction Flame Lotus,” Max muttered as he began asking questions in the guild’s community.

He typed his question and waited.

A moment later, someone explained the number of petals at each stage.

[Beginners Stage – 3 petals

Proficiency Stage – 7 petals

Master Stage – 15 petals

Expert Stage – 24 petals

Perfection Stage – 33 petals]

Max read the message and was visibly shocked for a moment.

’33 petals?’ He wondered how powerful the lotus would become when reaching that stage, considering how powerful the first stage, Beginners, already was.

“If I get the time, I’ll try to reach the Proficiency Stage of 7 petals this month,” Max muttered as he closed the computer and headed to his bed.

Laying down, he slowly entered the Dimension of Time, immersing himself in relentless years of training.

—

In the West Region, within the grand palace of the Royal Family, a middle-aged man with golden hair flowing down to his shoulders sat regally at the head of a roundtable.

His attire was an elegant fusion of traditional royal robes and modern fashion, exuding both authority and refinement. His calm yet commanding demeanor filled the circular chamber, a room adorned with golden walls etched in intricate depictions of ancient wars and legendary battles.

A holographic screen hovered before him, displaying an image of a glowing portal. His gaze lingered on it with faint intrigue before shifting to the twenty individuals seated around him. Each wore suits interwoven with traditional motifs, signifying their status within the royal hierarchy.

“What is this?” the king asked, his voice steady but carrying an undeniable weight as his sharp eyes swept across the roundtable.

One of the men stood, his demeanor composed. “Your Highness, we discovered this portal in the Welling District. At first, it appeared unstable, but it has been gradually stabilizing. However, it is unlike a typical dungeon portal—there have been no sightings of monsters either emerging from or gathering near it.”

The king leaned back slightly, stroking his chin thoughtfully. “Interesting,” he said, pausing as his eyes flickered with contemplation. “Monitor it closely. Once it has fully stabilized, send a team to investigate. If it is not a dungeon portal, it could very well lead to an inheritance ground or a hidden realm.”

He glanced around the room, his gaze sharp and probing. “Tell me, are there any movements among the other regions? Any signs they might be preparing for a similar discovery?”

Another individual stood, bowing slightly before responding. “Your Highness, in the East Region, the Guild Summit is about to commence. Following that, their geniuses will enter a temple designed to help them comprehend Auras and develop their skills.”

The king nodded, his golden hair catching the soft light of the chamber. “I see…” He pondered deeply for a moment before replying. “If the energy emanating from this portal aligns with the Apprentice Rank, dispatch the Crown Prince and Princess. They’ve grown complacent in their training, and this will serve as a suitable test.”

His tone shifted, carrying an edge of resolve. “If the portal’s energy is closer to the Adept Rank, send Mad Sword as well. We cannot afford to take any chances.”

The gathered officials bowed their heads in unison. “As you command, Your Highness.”

The king’s gaze lingered on the holographic screen for a moment longer before he waved his hand, signaling for the meeting to proceed. The discussion shifted to other matters, but the king’s thoughts remained on the portal—a potential opportunity, a possible threat, or both.

—

In the frozen expanse of the North Region, a foreboding presence loomed over a blue portal that shimmered with an otherworldly glow.

Standing at the forefront was a woman clad in sleek black attire, her gray-toned skin adding to her ghostly and commanding appearance. Her piercing eyes glowed faintly, carrying both seduction and menace in equal measure.

Behind her, a cadre of warriors stood in disciplined silence, their appearances as chilling as the environment. Each was clad in armor crafted from skeletal remains, their helmets fashioned from the skulls of various beasts. Weapons made of bone and adorned with runic carvings hung at their sides, completing the macabre tableau.

The woman, known across the Valora Continent as the Witch of the North, exuded an aura of dread that even her loyal followers dared not challenge. She was also one of the most feared figures on the Valora Continent, if not the most.

Her voice, a haunting blend of seduction and frost, broke the tense silence. “Send spies to the other three regions,” she commanded, her tone laced with both authority and danger. “I want to know what they know about these portals.”

Her words carried an unspoken threat that none dared to question. One of the warriors, a shadowy figure clad in the most intricate skull armor, bowed deeply before vanishing into the icy mist.

The Witch of the North remained motionless, her gaze fixed on the portal before her.