Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100

420: Entering the Pillar

420: Entering the Pillar

And yet Max stood there, his posture relaxed, his voice steady, like he already understood the game and had no intention of losing.

It unnerved her, just a little, how much certainty he carried.

Then, cutting through her thoughts, his voice broke the silence.

“Oh, she’s out,” he said simply, and Lenavira turned her head quickly toward the monolith.

The surface of the pillar rippled slightly, and moments later, Alice stepped through it as if passing through a curtain of light.

Her expression was calm, but the faint glow around her still lingered, as though the power of the pillar hadn’t quite left her.

All around her, the crowds reacted.

The silence that had fallen before now gave way to movement.

People parted to make way for her—not because of fear, but because of recognition.

Whispers stirred like wind through dry leaves.

Elves, demons, and humans alike turned their heads to look at her, eyes wide with awe, curiosity, and envy.

“A human from a foreign continent reached the second line… A human was already a disgrace—but this…” a demon growled, his eyes blazing with restrained fury as he stared at the glowing name Alice Phoenixheart etched on the monolith’s second line.

His claws flexed at his sides, and his voice was thick with disdain, laced with the kind of hatred that came from generations of superiority being threatened.

The sight of a human—not even one of their own continent—ascending so high in the Pillar of Divine Appraisal was something he could barely stomach.

Just behind him, another voice snapped back, sharp and laced with defiance.

“Humph, it just proves what we’ve always known,” said a human from the Lost Continent, his arms crossed as he glared at the demon.

“We humans adapt better than any race.

This tower, this pillar—it’s no exception.”

But even as he spoke, the jealousy in his tone was unmistakable.

His words were proud, but his eyes betrayed the bitterness of someone who hadn’t made it to the tenth floor himself, let alone carved their name into legend.

Then another voice cut through the rising tension—low, cold, and dangerous.

“It doesn’t really matter,” another human sneered, his expression shadowed with calculating ambition.

“If she knows what’s good for her, she’ll join the Saint Human Alliance.

Otherwise…” He trailed off with a smirk, letting the implication hang in the air like a blade.

The threat was clear.

Power like hers didn’t go unnoticed, and some would rather control it—or destroy it—than let it flourish on its own.

But what came next silenced even that malice.

“You humans really are the worst,” a nearby demon muttered with a shake of his head, his voice filled with something closer to disappointment than anger.

“Aiming to kill your own kind, when one of you finally reaches a height no one expected.

Someone whose talent reaches so high… and your first instinct is to tear her down?” He scoffed, looking away with disgust.

“It’s not just shameful—it’s pathetic.”

Around them, the crowd grew tense.

Whispers turned sharp, gazes turned cold, and though no blows were exchanged, the atmosphere thickened with friction.

The monolith still glowed with Alice’s name, but now, it seemed to cast shadows just as much as it cast light.

—

“I reached the second line!” Alice said excitedly as she walked up to Max and Princess Lenavira, her eyes gleaming with joy and pride.

“You did really well,” Max said, nodding with a proud smile of his own.

His voice was genuine, filled with admiration.

“I doubt now if I can even surpass you.”

“Hehe,” Alice giggled, puffing up slightly, clearly enjoying the moment.

“Well, if you don’t, then you have to listen to everything I say while we’re in the Lost Continent.”

Max blinked, giving her a suspicious look as he crossed his arms.

“What do you mean I’d have to listen to you for everything?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Haven’t I always done what you said anyway?” He shrugged nonchalantly, feigning innocence.

Alice’s eyes widened and she placed her hands on her waist, mock-offended.

“What do you mean I force you to do things?” she asked with exaggerated disbelief, her tone playful but dramatic.

“Who knows,” Max replied, smirking as he looked away, casually changing the subject.

“Anyway, I’m going to see how far I can go.” With that, he turned and began walking toward the monolith, his steps calm but purposeful.

And before Alice could get another word in, his figure slipped through the shimmering surface of the Pillar of Divine Appraisal and disappeared inside.

“Humph,” Alice huffed, pouting slightly as she crossed her arms, clearly annoyed he had brushed her off so quickly.

She glared at the spot where he vanished, but the glint in her eyes betrayed her amusement.

“It’s cute seeing you two like that,” Princess Lenavira’s voice came from beside her, gentle and teasing.

Alice’s eyes widened, and her cheeks immediately flushed a soft shade of red.

She looked away, trying to hide her smile, but it was far too late.

The moment had already been caught.

—

Max found himself standing in a vast and silent realm, a place that felt detached from the tower, the continent, even reality itself.

All around him, stretching endlessly into the distance, were towering monoliths—hundreds, maybe even thousands—each one radiating with a gentle light-blue glow.

But unlike the dark, solid monolith he had entered through, these structures appeared almost ethereal, like projections or holograms made of pure light and energy.

They weren’t solid, yet they pulsed with power, like the remnants of forgotten truths waiting to be uncovered.

As Max took a step forward, a wave of pressure rolled over him—not oppressive, but overwhelmingly pure.

It was so clean, so refined, that it felt alien to everything he had known so far.

His breath caught, and his eyes widened as a strange sensation rippled through his body.

“The aura I’m feeling from these monoliths is too pure!” he exclaimed aloud, stunned by the sudden harmony coursing through him.

His soul trembled, not in fear, but in recognition.

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