Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 - Chapter 421

Chapter 421: Trial of Concepts
Deep within him, his previously comprehended auras began to stir—all of his level 3 auras, ones he had worked tirelessly to grasp over time. They weren’t just reacting—they were resonating. Lightning, Flames, Space, Sword… all of them began to shimmer faintly around him, drawn to the energy flowing from these ghostly monoliths.

“All my level 3 auras… they’re resonating with these monoliths!” Max whispered in disbelief, his voice echoing through the empty, glowing expanse. And then, as if a veil had been lifted, understanding slammed into him like a bolt of lightning. “Don’t tell me…” he muttered, turning slowly to take in the impossible scope of the realm around him. His eyes widened as realization dawned. “These monoliths… they contain Concepts—the higher forms of laws!”

That was the only explanation that made sense. These weren’t ordinary structures. Each one held a truth, a fragment of cosmic principle beyond mere auras. They weren’t just reacting to his understanding—they were responding to his potential to evolve.

The Pillar of Divine Appraisal hadn’t just judged his talent. It had brought him here—to the place where truths lived. Where laws evolved into Concepts. And where he, if he could endure it, would rise beyond limits.

Max’s eyes scanned each of the monoliths before he closed his eyes sensing the one monolith that had been resonating the most. Opening his eyes he spotted the one, and arrived in front of him.

“This monolith is resonating with me the most.” Max muttered gently touching the monolith.

“This… This is the power of space… Concept of Space!” Max blurted out in shock but before he could react, the other monoliths around him disappeared leaving him with the space monolith.

Max’s eyes moved slowly across the endless expanse, scanning each of the glowing blue monoliths, his heart thudding with anticipation. Each one radiated its own unique presence, distinct yet incomprehensibly profound.

But amidst the quiet sea of light, he could feel it—one monolith in particular, pulsing more intensely than the others, resonating with something deep inside him. He closed his eyes, letting the ambient energy wash over him as he attuned himself to the silent song of the realm.

The pull wasn’t violent or overpowering—it was subtle, but undeniable. A thread of familiarity tugged gently at his soul, guiding him like a whisper in the void.

When he opened his eyes, they gleamed with clarity. There it was—just a few steps away—one monolith glowing more brightly than the rest, its light shifting with faint ripples, as though it were bending the very air around it.

Max walked forward, his pace steady, drawn to it as if his entire being demanded it. He stopped in front of the monolith, and without hesitation, extended his hand toward its luminous surface. “This monolith is resonating with me the most,” he murmured, his voice laced with awe as his fingers made contact.

The moment his hand touched the surface, a wave of energy surged through him, and his breath caught in his throat. The space around him rippled. Reality itself seemed to bend and stretch ever so slightly. And then, as the realization struck him, his eyes widened. “This… this is the power of Space…” he breathed. “The Concept of Space!” His voice cracked with disbelief.

This wasn’t an elemental law, not something rudimentary or even advanced. This was the foundation of distance, dimension, position—the very fabric of existence.

Just as the weight of that understanding began to settle on him, the rest of the world shifted. Without warning, the other monoliths faded, one after another, their light extinguishing like dying stars until only one remained—the monolith of Space.

Alone in a boundless void with nothing but this overwhelming presence before him, Max felt the full attention of the Concept focus entirely on him.

“Don’t tell me… I can only comprehend one at a time?” Max muttered, his expression darkening with slight annoyance as he glanced around, confirming that the other monoliths had indeed vanished without a trace.

A vast expanse of emptiness now surrounded him, leaving only the single glowing pillar of light—the Monolith of Space.

But he didn’t let the disappointment linger for long. His gaze steadied, and he turned his full attention back to the monolith before him. With his hand still pressed against its surface, he let out a quiet breath, pushing all distractions from his mind.

“So, the Pillar of Divine Appraisal assesses one’s talent through comprehension of laws…” he whispered to himself, the truth slowly unraveling in his mind. Not just surface-level talent—not battle strength or potential energy—but one’s connection to the very fabric of reality. This was far beyond ranks. This was comprehension at the most primal level.

Max focused. He let his thoughts go still. The moment he shut off the noise within him, something began to shift. He didn’t just see the monolith—he felt it. Slowly, almost imperceptibly, the glowing structure in front of him ceased to be just a construct of light. It became a window, a tunnel, a portal.

The world around him faded, colors draining from the edges of his vision. The floor beneath him no longer felt solid. The air, once cool, vanished altogether. He was no longer standing on a floor. He was suspended. Weightless. Reality bent. Distance stretched and contracted. The laws he had always taken for granted—up and down, near and far—began to blur.

He didn’t know when it happened, but his body relaxed, and his consciousness began to drift, pulled deeper into the monolith’s pulse. Thoughts faded. Time felt meaningless.

He wasn’t Max anymore—he was simply awareness, flowing inside the Concept of Space. Every breath, every heartbeat, every thought was absorbed into that singular comprehension. The Tower had drawn him in completely. And in that stillness, in that void of distractions, Max began to understand the profoundness of space.

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Outside the Pillar of Divine Appraisal, a tense stillness had spread across the gathering of elites from all three races. The earlier shock of Alice Phoenixheart, a human from a foreign continent, reaching the second line had not yet faded, and now, with another human stepping into the pillar, the air grew thick with silent anticipation.

All eyes were locked onto the towering monolith, its vast surface glowing with names of prodigies past and present. Conversations had quieted to murmurs, and the air buzzed with a quiet, collective focus.

The humans stood rigid with hope and pride, while the elves observed with guarded curiosity, and the demons clenched their jaws, already bracing for what might follow.