Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100

"I have been waiting for this moment for thousands of years."

His tone was calm, almost relaxed.

As if all of this had been inevitable.

Then—his smile widened.

"Do you think I would be that careless?"

Max's body trembled, his strength leaving him.

But he heard everything.

"Do you think I wouldn't be prepared for a situation like this?"

His violet eyes gleamed, filled with certainty—unshakable and absolute.

"Do you think I spent a thousand years doing nothing?"

Max felt a deep chill crawl up his fading soul.

Because this wasn't just a man desperate to survive.

This was a man who had planned for every possible outcome.

"No."

His voice dropped into a whisper, yet it carried the weight of ages.

"I have been biding my time."

"Thinking of every possible thing that could go wrong in this final, decisive moment."

His gaze locked onto Max, cold and triumphant.

"I have prepared for everything."

He took a slow step forward.

"Just for this moment alone—"

"So that I don't mess up."

Max heard him loud and clear.

But—

His body was failing.

His mind was slipping.

His soul was on the verge of collapse.

At this moment—

He couldn't care any less about anything now.

'I never thought I would die this way…'

Max sighed inwardly, his entire being drained, his soul flickering like a dying flame.

He didn't want to die.

Not like this.

Not when there was so much left to do.

His heart ached.

Because he hadn't reunited with them.

His family.

His father.

His mother.

His sister.

They were waiting for him.

They were counting on him.

But now?

He was dying.

His very soul unraveling, dissolving into nothingness.

And no one could save him.

Tears welled up in his eyes, but they too—vanished before they could even fall.

'Father… Mother… Sister…'

His thoughts grew sluggish.

But then—

Max felt something worse than pain.

His memories began slipping away.

Slowly.

Piece by piece.

At first, it was small things.

The warmth of his mother's smile.
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The strength in his father's voice.

Then—

"No… no!"

He forgot his mother's face.

"No, no, no!"

He forgot his father's face.

The terror gripped his soul.

And then—

His sister.

Her laugh.

Her teasing words.

Her determined eyes.

Gone.

Max's heart nearly stopped.

He was losing himself.

This was true death.

Not just his body.

Not just his soul.

But his very existence.

His identity.

His reason to live.

His reason to fight.

Then—

In the darkness of his fading mind…

One thing remained.

A single, stubborn memory.

His sister's words.

"Listen carefully, Maxy. Both Father and Mother are still alive. They must be waiting for you, for us, to save them. We have to reunite our family, Maxy. So, if you ever face a situation where death seems inevitable, you must dodge, hide, run—whatever it takes to survive. Etch this deeply into your heart."

Max froze.

The memory was so vivid—

As if she was right beside him, whispering in his ear.

It was the only thing left.

The only thing that refused to disappear.

"Whatever it takes to survive…"

Max muttered.

Then—

His eyes trembled.

His fingers curled.

The despair that had been eating him alive—

Shattered.

The light in his dim eyes flickered back.

And then—

It burned.

Brighter than before.

"Whatever it takes to survive."

He repeated it.

His breath steadied.

His will solidified.

'I still have some energy left in me… I can definitely do this…'

Max steeled his resolve.

Then—

He closed his eyes.

Because now, he knew what he had to do.

And then—

Two more doors appeared before him.

One burned with a golden shimmer, pulsing with the flow of countless unseen moments.

The Door to the Dimension of Time.

The other radiated an ethereal glow, shifting between forms, as if it existed between life and death itself.

The Door to the Dimension of Spirits.

Max's fading body trembled.

His soul was on the verge of collapse.

His energy was nearly gone.

But—

With one last push, he reached out.

And opened both doors.

"Please… let this work."

It was a desperate move.

A final gamble.

A plea to the unknown.

Because at this moment—

This was all he could do.

The last of his strength left his soul as the doors swung open.

A brilliant light erupted, swallowing him whole.

Max let out a breath.

Then—

He slowly closed his eyes.

Because now, he had nothing left.

Nothing but hope.

—

"Hmph. Do you think two more doors will do anything?"

The phantom sneered, his violet eyes filled with contempt.

He watched as Max's dim soul flickered weakly, hanging on by a thread.

"You are hopeless."

His voice dripped with mockery.

"Just die peacefully."

He chuckled darkly, his eyes gleaming with cruel satisfaction.

"Let your existence fade so I can replace you."

His gaze shifted to the Tai Chi Diagram Door—the entrance to Max's Soul Palace.

"Once you're gone, I'll destroy the door and take full control of your body."

His laughter echoed through the void.

Then—

He turned to glance at the two new worlds that had been summoned by Max.

The first—

A world of pure white.

A blank canvas. A void of nothingness.

There was no color. No movement. No sound.

Just endless white.

The second—

A fairy-tale-like paradise.

Lush green fields stretched infinitely, with massive ancient trees, their leaves glowing softly with ethereal light.

The air was rich, alive, pulsing with something… powerful.

It was the exact opposite of the first world.

The phantom barely spared a glance at the white world, dismissing it as insignificant.

But—

When he turned to look at the fairy-like world—

Something within him stirred.

Something deep in his very soul trembled.

A feeling he hadn't experienced in centuries.

Fear.

The phantom's expression darkened.

His instincts screamed at him to look away.

But he couldn't.

His violet eyes locked onto the fairy-like world, unable to tear his gaze away.

'Why am I feeling this way?!'

His breathing became uneven, his mind racing.

This was just another of Max's dimensions.

Something tied to his class.

There was nothing in this boy's soul or abilities that should be capable of harming him.

Nothing except the black flames.

And yet—

This feeling of dread—

This unshakable, primal terror—

Came from this place.

'My soul force is far stronger than his… so why do I feel like I should run?'

He clenched his fists.

Something was wrong.

And then—

The door to the fairy-like world pulsed.

A silent tremor rippled through the void.

Then—

A presence surged forth.

Something… or someone… from within the fairy-like world… had awakened.

And then the phantom—

Felt fear.

Felt true fear.

Fear from the bottom of his soul.