Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100

”Welcome to the City of Dark Heaven, Max Voidwalker.”

A group of young man and woman welcomed Max.

But—

The words struck like a blade.

Not Morgan.

Not the name he used in public.

Voidwalker.

Max stiffened.

That name wasn’t supposed to be spoken so freely. It wasn’t something that should be known outside of a select few, and yet—here they were.

Saying it like it was nothing.

Like it was common knowledge.

His mind raced.

The Black Lotus Guild had always been an enigma. He knew they had known about his secret. But this?

This was different.

This wasn’t just the higher-ups knowing his secrets.

This wasn’t just the whispers in the dark.

It seemed like every single person here knew.

The sheer exposure of it wasn’t just concerning—it was dangerous.

A breeze swept through the street, making the lantern lights flicker. Shadows danced along the cobbled pathways, shifting with an unnatural stillness.

Then—she stepped forward.

A woman in her early twenties, her long black hair flowing lightly with the wind. She moved with effortless grace, her presence alone enough to command attention.

There was a quiet elegance about her—one that could be mistaken for gentleness. But Max knew better.

It wasn’t her beauty that caught his attention.

It was her gaze.

Sharp. Calculating. Measuring.

She wasn’t just another member of the guild. She held authority.

Then, she spoke.

”Master is waiting for you.”

Her voice was smooth, carrying an undeniable calmness, as if this meeting had already been decided long before he had even arrived.

Max froze.

That voice—

It wasn’t just familiar. It was unmistakable.

His mind reeled, replaying moments like a flickering film reel.

The masked woman who had blocked Veylin during the dungeon break.

The same woman who had stood against Mad Sword Jack in the temple.

His gaze locked onto her, searching for confirmation.

”You are… Asha?”

A trace of hesitation slipped into his voice.

The young woman nodded, her expression unreadable.

”I am Callie Bringer. My code name is Asha.”

Callie.

Max studied her now—unmasked, unveiled.

And for a moment, he was caught off guard.

She wasn’t just familiar—she was striking.

Not in an exaggerated way, not in the way that demanded attention.

It was effortless. A quiet, natural beauty.

If Alice was a blooming flower, Callie had already stepped into her prime.

She carried herself with the assured confidence of someone who didn’t need validation.

But it didn’t matter.

Max shook the thought away as quickly as it came.

He wasn’t the type to be swayed by appearances.

It was just an observation. Nothing more, nothing less.

Callie met his gaze. Her voice was as calm and composed as ever.

”Let’s go. Master is waiting for you.”

Max exhaled.

There was no point in standing around.

Whatever awaited him—he would face it head-on.

”Alright.” He motioned for her to lead the way.

”Let’s go.”

Callie led Max through the winding streets, her pace steady, effortless, as if she had walked this path a thousand times before.

Max followed in silence, his gaze constantly shifting—memorizing streets, noting landmarks, scanning faces.

Then, as they neared the far end of the city, a structure came into view.

A black tower.

It wasn’t grand, not in the way palaces or temples were, but it commanded attention in a way that no other building did.

A massive dragon was etched into its obsidian surface, its coiling body appearing almost alive under the flickering lanterns. The way the light danced across the engravings gave the illusion of movement—of something slumbering beneath the stone.

But that wasn’t the only thing that stood out.

Beneath the tower, a crowd stretched as far as the eye could see.

Hundreds of thousands of young men and women, standing in silent reverence, their gazes fixed upon the towering structure as if waiting for something—or someone.

Max’s eyes narrowed slightly.

A gathering of this scale—for what purpose?

Yet Callie did not stop at the tower. She moved around it, leading him toward the back.

And there, in the shadow of the grand structure, stood something unexpected.

A hut.

Simple. Unassuming. Ordinary.

A single-room thatched-roof hut nestled against the very foundation of the Black Tower.

Max halted for a fraction of a second, his brows furrowing.

This?

This was where the leader of the Black Lotus Guild lived?

A leader powerful enough to command an army of assassins?

Influence an entire city?

His lips curled slightly, amusement flickering in his gaze.

What an irony.

A city filled with wonders, towering structures, and dazzling lights, yet its ruler lived in a hut barely noticeable to an outsider.

Whether it was a statement or a personal choice, Max couldn’t tell.

But he would find out soon enough.

Callie stopped just outside, her hand gesturing toward the entrance.

”Master is waiting inside.”

Max noted something.

She and the others—none of them stepped forward.

They remained rigidly in place, as if bound by some unspoken rule.

Max glanced at Callie, searching for even the smallest flicker of hesitation.

There was none.

Her face remained calm. Composed. Unshaken.

Turning back to the hut, Max exhaled slowly.

It was old, yet well-maintained—every wooden beam solid, every straw in its thatched roof precisely placed.

Simplicity was one thing.

But this?

This was intentional.

Max reached for the door, fingers brushing against the worn handle.

Then—

With a quiet creak, the door swung open.

Darkness greeted him.

He stepped inside.

The room was dim, carrying the scent of aged wood and faint incense, the kind that lingered long after its source had burned away.

Max’s eyes adjusted quickly, scanning his surroundings.

Two figures sat inside.

One was an old woman, seated in a wooden chair, her posture relaxed—yet unmistakably commanding.

The other, a man in his thirties, stood with arms crossed, an easy, almost welcoming smile resting on his face.

”How was your journey to Dark Heaven?”

The man’s tone was casual, but beneath it lay an undercurrent of amusement.

Max recognized the voice immediately.

His expression remained calm, composed.

”It was fine,” he said simply. Then, with a slight tilt of his head—”but too far.”

The man chuckled, as if that answer had been expected.

”I am Klaus, the leader of the Black Lotus guild” he introduced himself, his smile never faltering. ”You have already met me.”