Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 - Chapter 479

Chapter 479: Another
BOOM!

He crashed into the earth below with the force of a divine catastrophe.

The explosion that followed was colossal. The ground erupted in a pillar of flame and dust, tearing open a massive crater that swallowed entire trees, shattered hillsides, and sent chunks of earth flying in every direction.

A shockwave burst outward from the impact zone, ripping across the continent. It uprooted ancient forests, sent entire armies stumbling back, and cracked the very crust of the land. The sky trembled. The wind howled. Everything shook.

And in that moment, no one questioned it anymore.

This was not just a genius attacking.

This was the true power of the Concept of Severing Sword—a force meant to break all defenses, ignore all resistance, and bring even the mightiest to their knees in a single, clean strike.

Max, breathing hard, lowered his sword in the air, his body trembling from exhaustion—but his eyes burned with clarity.

He could feel it—the weight in his limbs, the slight shake in his fingertips, the hollow ache in his chest. That last attack… it had taken everything. Every drop of mana he had, every bit of life force his body could channel, was poured into that one strike. He was barely holding himself in the air now, wings faltering, his body drifting like a leaf caught in the wind. Completely drained. Flying felt like a luxury he could barely afford.

“That attack… was by far my strongest,” Max muttered under his breath, eyes fixed on the massive crater below, where dust still swirled around the place Drevon had crashed. His blade hung heavy in his hand, his breathing ragged. But he didn’t smile. He didn’t let his guard down. He knew better.

That attack was powerful—possibly the strongest ever unleashed by a Seeker-level genius—but his opponent wasn’t just anyone. He wasn’t a genius. He was a monarch. The strongest man in the Lower Domain. If an attack like that was enough to end him, then Drevon wouldn’t be feared by entire continents.

Max’s eyes narrowed, and he reached into his robes, pulling out the Essence Stone—a stone so filled with life energy, it glowed with a fierce golden light, like a miniature sun. The moment it hit the open air, Max’s entire figure was bathed in golden brilliance, his body absorbing its radiance as though drinking it in through his skin.

He didn’t hesitate. He didn’t hold back.

He absorbed all of it, channeling the potent life force directly into his core, feeling the surge of vitality and energy rush through every vein, every cell, like wildfire.

And just like that—his drained mana, restored. His body, weakened from exhaustion, became steady again. And not just steady—overflowing. It surged beyond his normal limits, rushing to his limbs like a flood breaking past a dam.

‘As I expected… even all that energy from the Essence Stone isn’t enough to push me into Seeker Rank,’ Max thought, a small smirk touching his lips as he took in a deep breath, feeling the renewed pulse of power humming beneath his skin.

But he wasn’t done. Not even close.

With the chaos of energy around him still humming, Max narrowed his focus to just one finger—his index finger. Everything else fell away. His thoughts. The battlefield. The rising tension. It was all drowned out by a single, silent concentration.

Because now, it was time for the next move. And Max didn’t intend to let Drevon rise without making him bleed again.

He stretched his finger toward the empty void, calm and silent amidst the storm, and then—without hesitation—invoked the Concept of Space.

“First Level Concept of Space — Dimensional Severance,” Max whispered.

And the world responded.

A faint shimmer appeared where his finger pointed, subtle at first, like the glint of sunlight on glass. But then, with an eerie stillness, the shimmer split open. A small tear in space emerged—just the size of his hand—dark, jagged, unnatural. It looked like the sky itself had been sliced with an invisible blade. But what followed next sent another shockwave of terror across the battlefield.

Max, without blinking, poured all the mana he had just restored from the Essence Stone into the tear. The small wound in the fabric of reality stretched, slowly and ominously, expanding inch by inch until it reached four times its original size. It wasn’t loud. It wasn’t explosive. But it didn’t need to be.

The moment the tear elongated, everyone froze again.

That same dread—the same soul-piercing terror they had just felt moments ago when Max invoked the full Concept of Severing Sword—returned.

But this time, it wasn’t the threat of being sliced by a sword… it was the threat of being erased by space itself. The invisible, ungraspable terror of being nowhere and everywhere all at once. It wasn’t just death they felt—it was nonexistence.

Many Expert Rank warriors staggered back midair, clenching their heads, their instincts screaming at them to flee.

Even the leaders—Magnar, Marcel, Elarion, and Aurelia—felt their expressions tighten. The pressure of another concept, and not just any concept. This was Space—the most elusive, the most unstable, the most unforgiving of all elements to grasp.

But no one looked more shaken than Kate.

She stood stiff in the air, her eyes wide in stunned disbelief as her gaze locked on the growing dimensional tear. Her voice came in a whisper, nearly drowned in the roaring silence. “No… that’s not possible…”

“He has truly done it.” King Magnar grinned. “His level of genius I believe should be rare even in the Middle Domain.”

“I can say for sure he would sore high if he ever enter the Middle Domain.” Ralph laughed. He was truly happy for Max.

“Good.” Klaus only smiled seeing Max had grown so fast in the blink of an eye.

However, the most shocked of them all was Kate.

Unlike the others, she understood—truly understood—what it meant to wield the Concept of Space. She had spent years comprehending it. Years of study, meditation, failure, and frustration.

She was the only one in the Lower Domain who had ever mastered it. It was the domain of geniuses who reached beyond the tangible, the realm of those who walked between planes.

And yet here, Max, in just a few months, had not only grasped one concept, but now stood wielding another—and not just any, but hers. Space.