Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 - Chapter 259

Chapter 259: Inheritance
“But why did he betray the guild?”

Max couldn’t shake the question from his mind. The leader of the Black Lotus Guild—someone who had absolute authority over a hidden, powerful organization—why would he abandon it?

It didn’t make sense. There was no logical reason to betray such a force, especially when the consequences were absolute death.

Unless… there was something bigger at play.

Max frowned, his thoughts turning. But after a few moments, he shook his head.

‘No point in thinking about something I have no answers for.’

Right now, his priority was the tower.

Turning to Callie, he asked, “How do I climb it?”

Callie’s eyes remained steady. “Just touch the tower with your hand,” she explained. “Once you do, you’ll be pulled inside. After that, your bloodline will decide how far you can go.”

Max nodded in understanding. No unnecessary steps. No tricks.

Just a test of pure bloodline authority.

Without hesitation, he strode toward the Inheritance Tower, his movements calm, unhurried.

The members of the guild standing around it instinctively stepped aside, clearing a direct path for him. No one dared to block his way.

Max didn’t react to their silent obedience—he simply offered a faint smile before reaching the front of the tower.

Before him, the tower’s black surface loomed, covered in ancient engravings that seemed to shift subtly as if alive.

Reaching out, he placed his right hand against its cold, stone-like exterior.

And then—

Everything vanished.

The world around him dissolved in an instant, and when he opened his eyes again…

He was no longer outside.

Max found himself standing on a circular platform, suspended in nothing but pure darkness.

The air was heavy, thick, as if something unseen was pressing down on his very existence.

The silence was deafening. No wind, no sound—just an overwhelming void stretching endlessly in every direction.

Max remained still, waiting.

And then—

Something stirred in the darkness.

[Bloodline Authentication Successful.]

[Checking the Potential…]

[Potential – Floor 7.]

The words floated around Max like whispers of the void.

Suddenly, the platform beneath him shifted. A force he couldn’t see—yet could ‘feel’—wrapped around him, and before he could react, he was elevated.

Max’s body floated upward, the darkness around him stretching endlessly.

‘Floor 7?’

A small smile tugged at his lips. He had expected this result. His Bloodline had already shattered normal rules—it made sense that he would go beyond what any before him had reached.

The ascent felt weightless, almost peaceful.

Then, without warning, the platform halted.

Max’s feet touched solid ground. The darkness around him peeled away, revealing…

A hall.

It wasn’t grand or ethereal like he had imagined. Instead, it looked… simple. The floors were made of aged wood, smooth yet sturdy. The walls, though plain, carried an ancient presence. At the center of the hall, a small pillar stood, but beyond that, there was ‘nothing else’.

Max narrowed his eyes slightly. ‘This is the 7th floor?’

And then—

“You’re here, kid.”

A voice echoed behind him.

Max spun around immediately, his instincts flaring.

What he saw made his brows twitch.

A floating head hovered in the air, grinning at him.

His eyes scanned the figure—there was no body, just a head that looked like a parrotlevitating with ease.

“A spirit?” Max muttered aloud.

The floating head nodded, its amused gaze never leaving him. “I am the Spirit of the Inheritance Tower.”

Its grin widened. “And you, kid, are the first person in the history of this tower to ever reach the 7th Floor.”

Max was surprised to hear that he was the first person to reach the seventh floor, but he didn’t dwell on it too much. After witnessing the reactions of the Old Saintess and Klaus, it had already become clear to him—his bloodline was unlike anything they had ever seen.

His expression remained calm as he shifted his focus. “So, how do I get the inheritance?”

The spirit of the tower smiled lightly, as if amused. “Let’s not rush things. It’s been quite a while since I last had a conversation with someone.”

Max frowned slightly. “What’s there to talk about?”

The spirit’s grin widened at his impatience. “Oh, I don’t know…” it mused. “Perhaps your bloodline?”

Max’s frown deepened. “What do you mean?”

The floating head’s gaze sharpened, and it lifted a spectral hand to point directly at him. “You possess a bloodline unlike any I have ever seen before,” it said. “And believe me, I have seen ‘many’ things in my lifetime.”

Max’s eyes narrowed. He had already figured his bloodline was unique, but for the Tower Spirit itself—an entity bound to the ancient inheritance of the Black Lotus—to say it had never encountered something like his bloodline… That was truly mysterious.

The spirit continued, its tone calm yet weighty. “You see, there are three known types of bloodlines in terms of potency and overall power. They are: the Bloodline of a Saintess, the Progenitor Bloodline and lastly, the Source Bloodline.”

Max listened carefully, everything was new to him.

The spirit went on. “At first, I assumed you possessed a Source Bloodline unique to this world—something powerful, but not unknown to me. But after ‘scanning’ your bloodline…”

It paused, before delivering the next words with undeniable certainty.

“I realized your bloodline is not the Source Bloodline.”

Max’s pupils shrank slightly.

“What?”

The spirit nodded. “Yes. I have seen ‘countless’ individuals wielding Source Bloodlines over the ages. I know exactly what makes a Source Bloodline what it is. I know its limits, its potential. And you…”

It pointed at Max again.

“You, my friend, do not possess a Source Bloodline.”

Max exhaled slowly, digesting the information.

His bloodline was something beyond even the Source Bloodline?

Something the Tower Spirit itself had never witnessed before?

A bloodline that was truly unique, never before seen?

Suddenly, Max felt a creeping sense of curiosity—and a bit of unease.

‘Just what the hell is my bloodline?’

Max took a deep breath, digesting everything the spirit had just said.

But in the end, he simply let it go.

He didn’t care what his bloodline was. He wasn’t interested in solving the mystery of its origins. Power—that was all that mattered. Strength was the only truth in this world, and as long as this bloodline helped him achieve that, he didn’t need to understand it.

Besides, if he kept growing stronger, the answers would eventually reveal themselves. There was no need to waste time chasing something that would come to him naturally.

‘Focus on getting stronger.’

That was all he needed to do.

Max exhaled and nodded. “I understand,” he said after a long moment of silence. Then, he looked at the spirit directly. “But none of this matters, does it?”

The spirit blinked.

“You don’t know what my bloodline is. I don’t know what my bloodline is. So let’s push this useless topic aside and focus on something that actually matters.”

Max’s eyes sharpened.

“Inheritance.”

The spirit stared at him for a moment before letting out a low chuckle.

“Heh… I like you, kid.”

It fell silent for a moment as if considering how much to reveal. Then, with a measured tone, it spoke again.

“The inheritance at the seventh floor is vastly different from all the others in this tower.”

Max’s eyes narrowed slightly. “How different?”

The spirit’s expression remained calm. “Well, for starters, you will still receive the bloodline inheritance, just like in every other floor. But those who reach the seventh floor are granted something else—an opportunity that no one in the entire world of Acaris would ever refuse.”