Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 - Chapter 231

Chapter 231: Evan – Lord of the Wind
Evan’s gaze locked onto Max, his expression darkening.

His lips parted, voice firm yet edged with newfound respect.

“You’re strong. Very strong. I underestimated you. But not anymore.”

Then—he closed his eyes.

The atmosphere shifted.

A deep hum pulsed through the air as his Level 3 Wind Aura erupted, surging through the surrounding like a silent storm.

The winds responded instantly.

First, a whisper.

Then, a howl.

Dust and fallen leaves spiraled upward, caught in an invisible force.

Trees bent and swayed violently, their branches groaning as if bowing to the unseen power.

The winds weren’t just blowing—they were moving in all directions, an unnatural chaos that sent shivers through the air.

Far beyond the battlefield, at the edges of Envoy’s Villa, onlookers stood frozen, watching.

Even from a distance, they felt it.

The raging wind.

“What’s happening…?” A young genius shielded his eyes from the swirling dust.

An old man’s robes flapped violently, his expression unreadable. “This is no ordinary wind. It’s alive.”

Closer to the fight, those who had been watching from the treetops struggled to hold their ground. A few lost their footing, tumbling backward, clutching onto roots and rocks.

And yet—at the center of it all stood Evan.

His presence was absolute.

He didn’t move.

Didn’t waver.

He simply stood as the eye of the storm, his aura expanding, breathing life into the tempest.

Then—Evan’s eyes snapped open.

And the world froze.

The chaotic winds, once howling in all directions, vanished.

The trees, which had nearly been uprooted moments ago, stood eerily still. Leaves and dust, once caught in a violent storm, drifted harmlessly to the ground.

As if nothing had ever happened.

But the winds didn’t just vanish.

They had gathered.

Condensed.

All of it—surrounding Evan.

A swirling cocoon of wind formed around him, a spiraling force of raw power compressing into a single point.

For a second, he vanished within it, his figure blurred behind the layers of wind.

Then—crack!

The cocoon shattered.

A rush of air blasted outward, but this time, it wasn’t wild.

It was controlled.

Evan emerged.

Changed.

A glowing light-green crown hovered above his head, pulsing with ethereal energy.

A translucent, wind-forged cloak draped over his shoulders, shifting and rippling as though made of the very air itself.

Max’s eyes narrowed.

This wasn’t Null Transformation.

He had expected him to go full Null transformation but—

It was something else—something purely wind.

He had seen transformations before.

Revenna’s Ice Amour. Arthur’s Mist Form. Countless others.

Each powerful in its own right.

And yet—

A sliver of jealousy coiled inside him.

Because he would never have something like that.

His class was different.

Unique.

Dimensional Keeper.

No transformation. No elemental resonance.

Just raw, unexplored potential.

Little had been known about it.

And the burden of discovery?

That was his alone.

Evan smirked, arrogance dripping from his voice. “It’s on.”

Then—he vanished.

No blur. No movement. One moment he was there, the next, he simply wasn’t.

Max’s instincts flared.

His Three-Dimensional Body screamed, catching the barest whisper of wind—to his right.

But—

Too late.

Bang!

A force like a battering ram struck his side.

And before he could even react, his body was rocketing downward—a human meteor crashing toward the earth.

Boom!

Dust exploded outward as he slammed into the ground, the earth cracking under the force. A crater formed around him, smoke rising from the sheer impact.

The battlefield fell silent for a moment—then chaos erupted.

“What the hell just happened?!”

“Did anyone see that?!”

“One second they were facing off, the next, Max was buried in the ground!”

The onlookers stood wide-eyed, their minds struggling to process what they had just witnessed.

“He’s too fast!” One gasped, clutching his chest as if that strike had landed on him instead.

Another shook his head in disbelief. “Even teleportation takes a moment. But this… it was like Evan was already standing next to Max before he even moved.”

“No. It was worse than that,” Someone whispered, his face pale. “It was like he never moved at all—just appeared and struck. Like time skipped a frame.”

The weight of those words sent a shiver through the crowd.

Because if Evan was that fast—if he could bypass the very act of movement itself—then what chance did Max have?

Max stood in the deep crater, his expression dark with focus.

Dust settled around him, but he barely noticed.

His mind replayed the moment over and over.

‘What was that?’

He had seen Evan vanish. Had felt the whisper of wind.

And then—impact.

Too fast.

His fists clenched. His body, his instincts, even his Three-Dimensional Body—none of them had reacted in time.

Not like they did against Amelia.

Amelia’s teleportation.

He had fought her before.

Had tracked her movements, had anticipated her attacks. He had been able to react.

But this—this was different.

Faster than teleportation? Impossible.

Teleportation was instant. Even when Amelia appeared right behind him, he could sense the spatial distortion and move accordingly.

His Level 1 Space Aura had helped, as had his body’s connection to space itself.

But against Evan?

Nothing.

Even his Three-Dimensional Body, the very thing that let him perceive attacks from all directions—hadn’t seen Evan.

It had only registered wind.

Not Evan.

“Why the long face?” Evan smirked, arms crossed as he hovered in the air like a deity looking down upon a mere mortal. “Let me guess… You’re astounded by my speed.”

Max pushed himself up from the crater, dust and debris falling from his shoulders.

His gaze locked onto Evan, unreadable. “I am indeed shocked by your speed,” he admitted.

But then, his eyes narrowed slightly, tracking the way the wind curved and danced unnaturally around Evan’s form. “The wind… it’s helping you, isn’t it?”

Evan chuckled, shaking his head. “Helping me?” His laughter carried through the battlefield like a whisper on the breeze. “You’re wrong. The wind isn’t helping me at all. I am the one commanding it.”

A gust of air surged around him, swirling in tight currents, bending to his very presence. He spread his arms, letting the power course through him.

“You see, my class is an A-rank class—Lord of the Wind. What you’re seeing right now…” His smirk widened. “Is my Lord Form.”

The air itself seemed to tremble at his words.

“In this state, I am invincible. Nobody has ever defeated me in this form. And you, Max, are no exception.”

Then—he vanished.

Max was ready this time.

Every fiber of his being focused on his Three-Dimensional Body.

His senses stretched, searching, calculating.

But just like before—nothing.

No figure. No blur. No motion.

Just… wind.

A sharp gust. A whisper of movement. And then—

Bang!

Max’s body exploded sideways as another devastating strike landed clean on his ribs.

The force sent him soaring, a blur crashing through the air. He barely registered the impact before—

CRACK!

His back slammed into a tree, the entire trunk snapping like a twig upon contact.

Bark and splinters exploded outward, the massive tree falling over with a thunderous crash.

The battlefield went silent.

The crowd watched in shock, their faces pale.

“He hit him again… just like that.”

“Even when Max was ready, he still couldn’t see him move!”

“This isn’t just speed—this is something else entirely.”