Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 - Chapter 423

Chapter 423: Guidance
As Max hastily darted through the bluish void, weaving through the deadly storm of spatial tears hurling toward him like blades of pure oblivion, his mind raced not just with panic but with calculation.

He forced himself to think clearly, recalling everything he had learned, everything he could currently do with the level 3 Space Aura he had mastered before this trial began.

First, he could teleport—short-range flickers of movement that allowed him to blink a few meters in any direction. It wasn’t enough to escape the barrage entirely, but it bought him precious seconds, just enough to reposition himself when he was nearly trapped.

Second, he could bind a figure in place for a few seconds using one of his space-based skills, temporarily disrupting the space around a target and freezing them mid-motion. But that wouldn’t help here—the tears weren’t living beings. They weren’t enemies he could trap. They were fragments of raw, mindless destruction.

Third, he could sense strange fluctuations in the space around him, allowing him to detect shifts and distortions before they fully formed. This gave him a slight edge in evasion, warning him of rifts forming in his blind spots—but even that could only do so much when the attacks were endless.

And finally, he could imbue his weapons with Space Aura. It added a strange, ethereal sharpness to his strikes, but space was an advanced and abstract element—more suited for utility and manipulation than raw damage at aura stage. Its use in direct combat was limited at best. The strikes looked impressive, felt smooth, but the impact lacked weight.

‘None of these were enough,’ Max thought bitterly as he twisted mid-air, a spatial tear missing him by inches. These tools were pieces of the puzzle, but they weren’t the solution. Not here. Not against a realm designed to break him.

“Kid, you’ve gotten yourself tangled in too many laws,” Blob’s voice suddenly echoed in Max’s mind, calm but laced with the weight of warning. “And because of that… you’re not a master of any of them.”

The words struck hard, like a stone dropped into still water. Max frowned as he flew, barely dodging another spatial tear that cracked the air beside him.

‘What does he mean?’ he thought, annoyed. He had always believed that learning as many laws as possible was the wisest path—especially since he had all the time in the world. The more he learned, the more versatile, the more powerful he’d become. That was the logic he had followed all along.

“You don’t understand,” he muttered back internally. “The more I learn, the more options I have. That should make me stronger.”

But Blob’s voice didn’t waver. “No, kid. I understand exactly what you’ve been doing. I’ve watched you. And you’re wrong.” His tone shifted slightly, becoming more grounded—less a reprimand and more a mentor’s honest concern.

“Your strange aura… it’s one of your strongest cards. That aura is no ordinary force. It’s composed of several different auras fused into one, and somehow, you managed to merge them. I don’t know how. I’ve never seen someone do it. It’s unique to you.” There was a pause, then a low sigh. “But that uniqueness… it’s also become a shackle.”

Max’s heart skipped slightly at those words. A shackle?

“You keep thinking the more auras you merge into it, the stronger it becomes—and yes, that’s true to a point,” Blob continued. “But what you’re doing is skipping understanding. Every time you learn a new law or grasp a new aura, instead of experimenting with it, instead of pushing it to its limits, or wondering what it might look like at its peak—you rush to merge it into your strange aura. You merge it, strengthen your signature force… and then ignore the law you just learned.”

Blob’s voice turned sharper. “You’re not cultivating mastery—you’re stockpiling fuel. You’ve built a weapon but never learned to wield it.”

Max frowned, the truth sinking in with every word. The storm of spatial tears still hunted him, and yet, somewhere deeper than the fear or panic, Max realized something had gone wrong in his path.

He’d learned so many laws… but how many had he truly comprehended? How many had he truly respected, explored, understood? And now, faced with the Concept of Space, he couldn’t rely on his merged aura or brute knowledge.

“You know,” Blob’s voice came again, softer now, but laced with something that felt strangely like regret, “if someone as naturally gifted as you had focused solely on sword aura… then there wouldn’t be a single law in this world you couldn’t cut.” His words hung in the air, cutting deeper than any spatial tear ever could.

Max’s eyes flickered as he continued to evade the onslaught, but his heart was beginning to slow—not from exhaustion, but from reflection.

Blob’s voice didn’t stop. “If you had chosen to focus on flames, then nothing in this world would escape your fire. Everything would burn. The coldest darkness, the hardest metal, the deepest shadows—all of it. If you had devoted yourself to lightning, there wouldn’t be a speed you couldn’t reach, a defense you couldn’t pierce. And now, standing before the Concept of Space… if you had focused here, these tears wouldn’t stand a chance against you.”

His tone sharpened just slightly at the end. “What you’re doing now, Max… it’s good. Honestly, it’s miraculous. I’ve never seen someone comprehend so many laws, fuse so many conflicting auras into a singular force, and survive it. Let alone thrive. But in doing all this, you’ve forgotten the most important thing.”

Max’s brows furrowed as the words settled in.

“You’ve forgotten where your strength comes from,” Blob finished, his voice firm and final. “You’re not just some collection of powers. You’re not just a vessel for laws. You’re just a human, Max. And what made you special wasn’t just that you could learn them—it was how you wielded them. Your understanding. Your will. Your focus. That’s what makes you dangerous. And if you don’t start remembering that… these laws will consume you before you ever master a single one.” The words sank deep into Max’s soul, heavier than any blow he had ever taken. Because he knew. Blob was right.