Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100

Princess Lenavira’s face turned solemn, her tone lowering just slightly. ”A curse of judgment,” she said. ”Any being above the Seeker Rank who steps foot into this land will be instantly destroyed. Annihilated by the Tower itself.”

Max’s eyes widened. ”Wait, what?”

He tried to wrap his head around it.

Beings above Seeker Rank… that meant Expert Rank experts. The so-called untouchables. The strongest of the strong. People who were seen as gods in the Lower Domain.

And yet—if Lenavira’s words were true—this one tower could obliterate them on sight, just for setting foot too close?

”That’s… insane,” he muttered under his breath.

She simply nodded, calm and unbothered. ”The Tower has always been a mystery. Some say it was built by ancient beings. Others say it’s alive. But one thing is certain—it doesn’t tolerate power beyond its threshold. It demands balance.”

Max stared at the towering spire in the distance, stretching high into the sky like a spear pointed at the stars.

A place where power meant nothing.

Where arrogance could get you killed.

”…Fascinating,” he whispered.

And terrifying.

”That still doesn’t explain why the demons just left,” Max said, brows furrowing. ”They’re in the Seeker Rank, not Expert Rank. The curse shouldn’t affect them, right?”

Princess Lenavira gave a graceful, almost bored nod. ”It’s simple,” she replied. ”Combat is also forbidden within the cursed land. No matter your rank—if you fight here, the Tower will treat it as a threat and... remove you.”

”Ah…” Max exhaled softly, understanding dawning in his eyes. ”So, not only can higher-level experts not enter, but even those within the allowed range can’t fight.”

Now it made sense—the demons didn’t run because they were scared of him. They left because they couldn’t fight. Not without risking complete annihilation.

That also explained why Lenavira had gone through the trouble of guiding him here through a teleportation rune. It wasn’t just an escape route—it was a sanctuary. A no-battle zone, enforced by the Tower itself.

She continued, clearly enjoying the opportunity to educate him. ”There are dozens of teleportation runes scattered across the Lost Continent—placed by the three major races. Some are used exactly as I did: to rescue individuals from enemies. Others…” she paused briefly, ”are traps—used to lure Expert Rank experts into the cursed zone, where the Tower disposes of them immediately.”

Max let that sink in. ”That’s… clever,” he admitted. Brutal, but clever.

But one thing still gnawed at him.

”Alright,” he said slowly. ”That explains the tower. And why I’m safe here. But what I still don’t get is…” He turned toward her, eyes sharp, voice cold. ”Why do you want to protect me?”

Princess Lenavira’s expression didn’t change, but her gaze did—there was something more serious in her golden eyes now.

”I don’t know much about the Lost Continent,” Max continued. ”But I know enough to say your kind doesn’t exactly play nice with humans. So what’s changed? What’s your angle?”

She was quiet for a long beat, then finally looked him straight in the eye. ”You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”

”Try me.”

She shook her head once. ”You’ll understand—but only if you come with me. To the Sylvaria Kingdom. It’s the only place I can explain everything properly.”

Max frowned, suspicious. ”You can’t seriously expect me to just stroll into an elf kingdom with you. I’m a human. You don’t trust me—and I definitely don’t trust you.”

Lenavira exhaled sharply, as if she had expected this reaction.

Then her voice dropped, ice threading through her words.

”It’s about your sister. Freya.”

Max froze.

The name hit him like a bolt of lightning. His eyes widened, his chest tightened, and a visible tremor ran through his body.

Freya.

It had been months since he’d last heard that name spoken aloud—years since her disappearance after heading to the Lost Continent. She had vanished so completely that everyone assumed she had either died… or ascended to the Middle Domain.

He had wanted to come here hoping—hoping—for even a hint of her trail before he got to know that she had entered the Middle Domain.

But after he understood that she was safe and fine and was in the Middle Domain, Max was at peace, no longer seeking any clues about her since he already knew her location.

And now, here this arrogant elf princess stood, casually tossing her name like a pebble into a still lake.

Max’s voice was low, hoarse. ”…What do you know about Freya?”

Princess Lenavira turned, her golden hair flowing in the wind like a banner. ”Come with me to Sylvaria,” she said again. ”And I’ll show you the truth.”

Max stared at her, thoughts racing.

His heart pounding for a reason he couldn’t explain.

Max closed his eyes for a moment, the wind brushing against his face as he took a breath and made his decision. ”Alright,” he said at last, voice calm but firm. ”I’ll head to your kingdom… but after I’m done visiting the Tower of Truth.”

Princess Lenavira didn’t look surprised. In fact, her expression hinted that she had expected this exact answer.

”Then let’s go to the Tower of Truth,” she said coolly, turning on her heel and beginning the walk across the red-barren landscape, her golden hair catching the light like it had a glow of its own.

Max moved quickly to catch up, his footsteps crunching against the dry earth. He had almost forgotten he couldn’t fly here—not that it mattered much. The tower loomed ahead, impossibly tall, its shadow like a needle against the burning sky.

As they walked, a question surfaced in Max’s mind, one that had been bothering him since he arrived.

”So,” he began, glancing sideways at her, ”have you heard anything about the human geniuses from the Valora Continent entering the tower?”

Princess Lenavira’s expression instantly darkened. Her voice, sharp and frosty, cut through the silence. ”I told you not to speak to me so casually. I am royalty.”

Max let out a dry cough, not bothering to hide the sarcasm in his tone. ”Ah, right. My mistake—Your Highness.”

Either she didn’t hear the sarcasm or chose to ignore it, because she continued walking without a change in her expression.

After a moment of silence, she finally spoke. ”Human geniuses from other continents appearing here is nothing new. Every three years, a group from the Valora Continent arrives. The tower opens, and they try their luck.”

”I see…” Max said, his voice thoughtful. ”Any promising ones from this batch?”