Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 - Chapter 241

Chapter 241: End
Max’s heartbeat thundered in his chest.

The moment his sword stabbed forward, the Wheel of Samsara manifested—

A massive rotating wheel of lightning, its edges crackling with raw destruction.

It churned the air, twisting space itself as it flew toward Evan, ready to devour him whole.

Max didn’t hesitate.

He pushed the rotating storm of annihilation forward—

And the Wheel of Samsara scaled the distance instantly.

It reached Evan’s still figure.

But Max was a tad bit too late.

Because—

At that moment.

Evan opened his eyes.

A flicker of awareness returned to Evan’s blackened, featureless face.

His new horn gleamed under the flickering lightning, his presence calm, deep—unshakable.

And just like that—

He punched.

A simple motion.

A single strike.

His fist tore through the air.

And the moment it connected with the Wheel of Samsara—

BOOM!

The lightning wheel shattered instantly.

Destroyed.

Not deflected.

Not resisted.

Obliterated.

The sky was painted in wild streaks of electricity, violent arcs of lightning dispersing like scattered winds around Evan’s figure—

But he stood untouched.

Not a single scratch.

Not a single burn.

Not a single mark left behind.

Max’s entire body went still.

His eyes widened.

“What—?”

His hands tightened around his sword.

He felt a chill run down his spine.

His breath, normally steady, felt just a little shallower.

He had expected Evan to resist.

To counter.

To block.

But not this.

Not this absolute destruction of one of his strongest techniques.

His mind reeled.

His instincts screamed.

‘How?!’

The Wheel of Samsara wasn’t weak.

It wasn’t something that should be destroyed like a mere breeze.

But Evan—

Evan had ended it with a single punch.

Max swallowed, hard.

This wasn’t just a power boost.

This was something else entirely.

His voice, usually unwavering, felt thin in his own ears.

“How could his strength increase so much?”

The battlefield was silent.

Just at that moment, Evan’s white ring on his blackened face turned red.

‘Shit!’

Max cursed when he saw that.

He understood that red glow was no good sign and at this situation particularly, it was the harbinger of doom.

Max’s fingers snapped into position—

A flicking stance.

Purple lightning surged, crackling wildly as it coiled around his middle finger and thumb like a living storm.

He focused, compressing the energy, feeling it build, condense, rage.

But time wasn’t on his side.

Evan vanished. A blur—then a fist. Fast. Precise. Merciless.

The attack came for his chest, simple yet terrifying.

Max’s instincts screamed.

If that hit, even without external injuries, the force alone would wreak havoc on his insides.

He could already imagine the damage.

His ribs rattling. His organs rupturing. His breath stolen.

Not happening.

With a sharp exhale, he released the energy.

His middle finger, now a conduit of raw destruction, snapped forward.

‘Storm Conductor Fingers.’

The moment his flick met Evan’s fist—

BANG!

The impact was cataclysmic.

The ground beneath them shattered.

Chunks of earth and debris exploded into the air, reduced to rubble in an instant.

The surrounding trees bent violently, nearly uprooted by the sheer force of the shockwave.

But the true devastation was at the point of collision.

Lightning clashed with raw physical power, tearing apart the space between them.

The force lingered—only for a fraction of a second—before reality reasserted itself.

Then, Max was sent flying.

His body shot backward like a meteor. He crashed through the forest, tearing through trees, snapping trunks like twigs.

The ground beneath him cracked, deep trenches forming as his body skidded uncontrollably across the terrain.

He only stopped after what felt like endless seconds—his back slamming against a massive boulder, the impact finally robbing him of momentum.

Dust and broken branches rained around him. His breath was heavy, chest rising and falling as electricity still danced across his skin.

Pain throbbed through his arm.

His entire body buzzed from the impact.

But as he exhaled sharply, a smirk tugged at his lips.

“It isn’t that bad.”

Max had expected to be completely outmatched.

Evan in his current form should have been untouchable.

But after that last exchange… he wasn’t so sure.

Maybe he had overestimated him.

And he still had one last trump card.

His gaze sharpened. Third Gear.

It was supposed to be used at Level 1 Concept of Lightning, a state he hadn’t reached yet.

But his instincts told him his body could handle it—barely.

Max made his decision. No hesitation.

BOOM!

Purple lightning erupted from his body, transforming him into a living storm.

Energy raged, coiling around him like wild serpents. It slithered over his skin, flickering, snapping, consuming everything it touched.

The ground beneath him blackened instantly, disintegrating into ash.

His power surged, overwhelming, intoxicating—

Then he stopped.

His body froze mid-process.

Through his Three-Dimensional Body, he saw it—Evan collapsing.

Max blinked. What?

“I… won?” he muttered, the static hum of his lightning still buzzing in the air as he appeared beside Evan in an instant.

Evan lay motionless. Unconscious. Fainted.

Relief crashed over him like a wave.

His tense muscles loosened, his breath steadied.

He turned toward Cain in the sky. “I win, right?”

Cain was silent for a moment before speaking. “You win.”

Then, with a casual step, he appeared in front of Evan, his fingers brushing against the horn on his forehead.

“You know, whenever a horn appears on a Null’s body, they undergo a very strange transformation,” Cain said, his voice calm. “But to complete the transformation, they enter a deep sleep-like state.”

As he spoke, Evan’s body shifted.

The dark, ominous energy that had radiated from him faded.

His form slowly returned to normal—his human form.

Max exhaled. So that was it.

Just as Max relaxed, darkness swallowed the world.

A black dome surged up around him and Cain, sealing them off from everything outside.

Max’s body tensed.

A trap? An ambush?

His instincts screamed danger as he immediately retreated to the very edge of the dome.

His fingers curled into fists, lightning crackling at his fingertips.

“What do you want?!” His voice was sharp, wary.