Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 - Chapter 377

Chapter 377: A Way
“Huh? Aelric… it’s really you?” Max blinked, surprised as he laid eyes on the familiar face of the Crown Prince of the Western Domain. While he’d half-expected to run into someone he knew, actually seeing Aelric here made him pause.

Aelric’s reaction was even more stunned. He took a step closer, eyes widening as if trying to make sure his mind wasn’t playing tricks on him. “Max? Is that really you?”

There was disbelief in his voice—understandable. The last time he saw Max, it had been under circumstances no one could forget. He remembered it clearly: Mark had snapped his fingers, and Max vanished. Just like that. Gone in an instant, swallowed by some unknown power.

Later, Mark revealed that he had sent Max to the pit deep within the Mourning Depths—a place of chaos and torment—because Max had lost control. Consumed by the sword. Driven mad by it.

Then the days passed.

Weeks.

Months.

Four months, to be exact.

No word. No trace. Nothing.

Some believed Max had been killed by Mark that day. Others chose to believe Mark’s version, hoping against hope that Max would return, crawling out of that cursed place in one piece.

And now… here he was. Standing right in front of him.

Max grinned, lifting his arms in a dramatic shrug. “Of course it’s me. The one and only—Max,” he said, flashing a cocky smile.

Aelric stood still for a moment, just taking it all in. Then he let out a soft chuckle and shook his head. “Man… I honestly thought we lost you after… well, after everything.”

Max’s grin didn’t fade. “Yeah, I thought so too,” he said, then waved the thought away with a flick of his hand. “But hey, who cares about that now?”

Aelric chuckled again, the relief in his eyes obvious. Max was alive. He looked good. Whole. That was all that mattered.

Then, Aelric’s gaze shifted slightly—to the tall figure standing beside Max.

A female elf. Golden-haired. Regal posture. Eyes like the forest after rainfall. She didn’t need to speak to command attention; her very presence radiated power and elegance.

Aelric blinked once, taken aback.

An elf? With Max?

Not just any elf either—she was… beautiful. Strikingly so.

He was tempted to ask but thought better of it. Whatever was going on between them, it wasn’t his place to pry. He simply raised an eyebrow, gave Max a small smirk, then shrugged it off.

Some questions didn’t need answers.

“By the way…” Aelric said with a grin, eyeing Max up and down. “Looks like you just arrived, huh?”

Max nodded slightly.

“Well then, go get your Essence Stone from the human registration branch over there,” Aelric continued, pointing toward a grand building near the tower’s base, marked with the crest of humanity. “Once you have it, we can enter the Tower together. I bet everyone inside is going to be shocked to see you.”

Max’s smile faded. His expression turned a little stiff, his gaze shifting downward.

“Yeah… about that,” he muttered.

Aelric blinked. “What’s wrong?”

Max let out a slow breath, his voice dropping lower. “I might… be wanted by the humans of this continent.”

Aelric’s cheerful demeanor vanished instantly. His brows furrowed. “Wanted?” he repeated, confused. Then a thought clicked in his mind. “Is this because of what happened with Envoy Lucas?”

Max hesitated, then gave a small, reluctant nod. He looked off to the side, clearly uncomfortable. “Sort of…”

Aelric narrowed his eyes, trying to piece together the events. He remembered the tension between Max and Lucas back in the Mourning Depths, but he had no idea it had escalated to something this serious. If Max was truly marked by the human faction here… that could complicate everything.

Max gave a slow nod, a sheepish look creeping onto his face. There was a flicker of guilt in his eyes, but he quickly masked it with a casual shrug.

He didn’t explain further.

Didn’t mention what really happened between him and Lucas.

Didn’t tell Aelric how far things had gone… what he had done when the sword had taken over.

Some truths were better left unsaid.

‘Small details don’t matter,’ he told himself, brushing the thought aside with practiced ease.

It wasn’t a lie exactly. Just… an omission.

And if leaving out the part where he nearly killed the envoy while consumed by madness kept things simpler, then so be it.

Aelric didn’t press. For now.

“I didn’t think it’d follow me here,” Max said quietly, forcing a half-hearted smile. “But I guess trouble travels fast.”

Aelric crossed his arms, exhaling slowly. “Well… damn.”

He looked over toward the registration building, his mind already running through possibilities.

This wasn’t going to be as simple as walking in and saying hello anymore.

“Can people go register wearing a mask or something?” Max asked, tilting his head slightly as he glanced at Aelric.

Aelric thought about it for a moment before replying, “They can show up however they want—masks, cloaks, whatever. But when the time comes, you’ll have to show your face. It’s mandatory.”

Max’s lips curled into a faint smile. “Good enough,” he said. “Wait for me here.”

And just like that, he vanished.

With a flicker of movement, Max reappeared in the shadow of a narrow alley nearby. He glanced around, his eyes glowing faintly gold as he activated his Yellow Soul and scanned the surroundings with his Three-Dimensional Body. No one was watching.

Perfect.

From his spatial space, he pulled out a familiar object—a featureless, smooth mask, the very one he had worn at the Sun Palace during King Magnar’s grand birthday celebration.

Back then, the mask had served several purposes: secrecy, anonymity, and more importantly, layered protection. It didn’t just hide his appearance physically; it cloaked his very essence. The mask applied two layers of disguise—one external, one internal—shielding both his face and his soul signature.

He slipped it on.

Then, after throwing on a black robe that covered him from neck to boots, Max made his way back to the others.

When he emerged in front of Aelric and Princess Lenavira, both of them stared at him for a moment—visibly taken aback.

Max spread his arms slightly. “So? What do you think?”