Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 - Chapter 435

Chapter 435: A New Master
‘I won,’ Max thought, his chest rising and falling slowly as he stared at the cloud of mist drifting through the air—the remnants of the opponent he had just defeated.

The mist warrior, the original master of the temple, had crumbled under the force of his Dragon Scales-enhanced strike, and the battlefield was finally quiet.

But just as he allowed his muscles to relax and his breath to slow, a strange ripple passed through the air. The cloud of mist, which had been dispersing freely, began to tremble. Slowly, unnaturally, it began to swirl inward, condensing again—reforming.

Max’s eyes widened as the upper half of the mist warrior—head, shoulders, and chest—took shape once more, rising from the haze like a memory refusing to fade.

“No wonder you’ve made it this far in the test,” the figure said, its voice calm, deep, and unmistakably sentient.

Max froze, stunned. ‘It can talk?’ he thought, eyebrows lifting in disbelief. None of the other mist warriors had ever spoken. Not a single one had uttered a word. But then again, this one—this being—wasn’t like the others. It wasn’t just a test. It was the test. The original master of the Tower of Truth.

“A mere human, bearing that bloodline, is already defiant enough,” it continued, its eyes still obscured in mist, its expression unreadable. “And yet… it isn’t everything.”

Max’s mind whirled. ‘Does he know something about my bloodline? Its origin?’ That thought alone sent a chill through him, but he steadied his voice and asked, “Are you truly the original master of the tower?”

“I am,” it replied simply. “I am the one who built this place, who left this trial behind. And you… your talent is unlike anything I’ve seen in eons. You have earned the recognition… of the Primordials.”

Max stiffened. ‘Recognition?’ His brow furrowed. For a moment, he thought that was the reward—the acknowledgment of a long-lost race. But his practical side took over. “So… are there any actual rewards?” he asked, not hiding the edge in his voice.

“No,” the figure answered, but without arrogance. “And yet, this is your greatest reward. Recognition by the Primordials is not something given—it is a mark left in fate. And your fate… is highly entangled with the Primordials in ways even I cannot see through.”

“My fate…” Max repeated, exhaling deeply as he looked at the ground beneath his feet. That word again. Fate. Elusive, unpredictable, mysterious. It had already descended once before to protect him, shielding him from a fatal blow—but still, he knew next to nothing about it. It was like a shadow following him in silence.

He looked up again. “What is it about my fate?” he asked carefully.

The mist warrior tilted its head, as if listening to something beyond the world. “Your fate is… interesting. Just know that,” it said cryptically. “When the time comes, someone—or something—will eventually tell you. But not now.”

Max sighed and didn’t press further. He had expected this type of answer. Some truths, he knew, came only when the world was ready to reveal them.

With those final words, the upper half of the mist warrior—once the guardian, once the master of the Tower—began to dissolve again, the outlines softening, the glow fading.

Slowly, gently, it unraveled back into formless mist, its essence joining the air around Max before vanishing entirely, leaving behind only silence… and the lingering weight of everything it had said.

“I wonder if my fate being entangled with the Primordials is a good thing or not,” Max muttered softly, his voice laced with uncertainty as he stood amidst the slowly settling mist.

The cryptic words of the tower’s original master still echoed in his mind, stirring more questions than answers. Fate… Primordials… destiny beyond sight—these were not things he could grasp fully yet.

Just then, the familiar glowing red eyes emerged from the mist before him, steady and unwavering. The deep, emotionless voice spoke with finality, “Young man, you have passed the final test. From this moment onward, you may move freely inside the Tower. And you may control everything within it. Even I shall obey your will. Your control over the tower is above me now. This is your reward… for achieving the highest clearance in the Tower of Truth.”

Max’s eyes widened, shock washing over his face. “What?!” he blurted out, stunned. “You mean to say… I own this tower now?” His tone was filled with disbelief.

“Kind of,” the spirit replied, its voice calm, almost amused. “You are not the master in title, but you wield full control. You can pass through any wall, any floor, and kick any being from the tower with a mere thought. Nothing within this place is beyond your authority now.”

‘Great,’ Max thought, an excited grin tugging at the corners of his lips. The possibilities flooded his mind—access to every floor, every secret room, every hidden mechanism within the tower.

But then a darker realization dawned, casting a shadow over his exhilaration. ‘Wait… doesn’t this mean… I can control the lives of everyone in the Tower of Truth?’ His gaze grew thoughtful. He remembered how the tower spirit could kill anyone who broke the rules.

And now… Max stood above the tower spirit. He was the rule now. If he so desired, he could erase anyone within the tower—no need for battles, no warnings, just a single thought. That weight settled heavily on his shoulders.

The Tower of Truth wasn’t just any structure—it was the greatest training ground for the youth of all races in the Lost Continent. A sacred resource. A proving ground. And now, it was under his command. All of it.

Max inhaled deeply, forcing himself to calm down, to ground his thoughts. “Alright,” he said firmly, straightening his posture, “I’ll take my leave now. I’ve passed my assessment.”

“Very well,” the spirit replied, voice as respectful as it had ever been. “Just call upon me if you need anything. I will always be listening.”

Max nodded once, and with a single thought—no hand raised, no steps taken—his figure vanished from the misty world in a silent shimmer of light, his presence erased like he had never been there… yet now, he was everywhere in the tower. Its shadow. Its watcher. Its master.