Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100

Under the gaze of every genius gathered in the hall, Max stepped into the Supreme Hall. The passage was vast, the corridor opening into a space two hundred feet wide, and directly ahead of him stood three enormous metal doors, each one radiating an aura so ancient and intense that it made the air feel thick, as though the Laws themselves bent slightly in their presence.

Each door towered like a silent sentinel of history, lined up against the far wall, and carved into their surfaces were vivid, almost lifelike images of dragons—each distinctly different from the other.

The first door bore the image of a dragon poised with its claws drenched in flames, its eyes cold, filled with slaughter. Etched beside it in bold script were two words: Crimson Reaper.

The second door featured a dragon soaring upward in a tempest of fire, wings outstretched like blades of molten fury—beneath it, the words: Flame Tyrant.

The third door showed a dragon flying through a sky of fire, surrounded by blazing suns and darkness intertwined, the words carved beneath it: Black Sun.

Max paused, breath catching faintly as he stood before the three doors. Even without touching them, the sheer aura each one exuded pressed against his skin like invisible heatwaves.

These weren’t ordinary doors. These were relics, engraved by peerless powerhouses of the Black Dragon Palace—individuals whose mastery of Law had reached terrifying levels.

Each carving wasn’t just art; it was imbued with profound intent, and Max could feel it. Just standing there, the principles of destruction, dominance, and chaos whispered around him in silence. It was enough to make even the most composed genius falter.

But Max steadied himself, choosing not to linger too long.

After a moment of thought, he stepped forward and placed his hand on the door engraved with Crimson Reaper. The instant he pushed, the heavy metal parted with a low groan, revealing the interior chamber behind it.

A square room greeted him, clean and simple in structure—two hundred feet in both width and length. It was quiet, solemn, almost sacred in its silence. There was nothing in the room except for a towering altar at its center, rising thirty feet high like a stone pedestal built for gods.

Atop that altar sat a single object—a totem stone, roughly a square foot in size, seemingly plain in its gray surface.

Yet when Max’s eyes met it, his heart skipped a beat.

The totem was carved with intricate patterns, spirals, lines, and ancient runes, each interwoven in a way that looked chaotic at first glance but, upon closer inspection, formed a perfect unity

And surrounding it was a faint shimmering field of force—not offensive, not defensive in the conventional sense, but something far more primordial.

It reminded Max of force field-type defense skill, but this was on an entirely different level. The energy of the field merged seamlessly with the engravings on the stone, exuding a mysterious pull that reached into his very soul.

It was not something he could immediately comprehend, but the totem was alive in its own right—an echo of a time when dragons reigned and Laws were born from fire and chaos.

”This Senior Crimson Reaper was definitely a powerhouse with a force field. He fused his Fire Laws with his force field and carved them into this totem stone. If I can thoroughly comprehend it then it will be of great help to me, especially since I have a force field based defense skill. And maybe more than one at that.”

Max looked at this totem stone for two minutes worth of time before reluctantly leaving the Crimson Reaper chamber. He only had two hours; he couldn’t stay in this chamber for too long.

The second chamber was the Flame Tyrant Totem Stone. It was equally mystical, but it lacked the force field aspect. For this alone it was less suitable for Max than the Crimson Reaper Totem Stone in the first room.

However, he could feel the aura from this totem was like an emperor sitting in his throne. It carried an edge, a unique sharpness to it.

’This one is interesting as well.’ Max thought.

After just a minute worth of time he left this chamber to enter the third one. This was the chamber with the Black Sun Totem Stone.

This chamber was also 200 square feet, and the altar in the center was similar. However, the totem stone on this altar was a deep black, and on it there seemed to be hundreds upon hundreds of small flames intertwining with each other.

It looked quite ordinary at first, but after staring at it for a while, Max could see that these small flames were moving. Each and every one of these flames contained a different Concept. As the several hundred flames gathered together, they became a black sun that could seemingly scorch away the endless worlds!

”What a powerful aura...” Max murmured under his breath, his eyebrows lifting as the pressure from the Black Sun Totem Stone surpassed the previous two totems. The energy radiating from the stone wasn’t explosive or violent, but instead carried a refined, surgical sharpness—an aura of precise, lethal control.

”Perhaps this is the most valuable of the three,” he thought aloud, folding his arms as he stepped back, deep in contemplation. But he wasn’t one to make rushed decisions, especially when the stakes involved touched the path of Laws and the origin of power.

For a moment, Max debated silently between the Crimson Reaper, Flame Tyrant and Black Sun. The last one had intrigued him from the very first glance—the sheer ferocity of a dragon flying through burning skies etched into the metal had left a vivid impression.

First one was compatible with his skills, second one seemed like made for rulers or emperors and the third one was simply the strongest.

Just as he was weighing the pros and cons of his choices, a wild idea suddenly sparked through his mind like a bolt of lightning—Why not choose all three? His eyes narrowed, his thoughts spinning rapidly.

’If I alternate between comprehending them within the Dimension of Time and looking at the totem in the real world, I can stretch the limits of this opportunity.’ He thought musing.

The longer he considered it, the more the strategy excited him. ’Yes... I’ll go for all three,’ he decided with certainty. ’But I’ll start with the strongest one first.’ His gaze sharpened as it shifted toward the Black Sun chamber.

Yet even as he decided, he knew there was still time remaining. They were given two hours not for comprehension, but for selection—just to sense which totem stone resonated with them most.

So far, he had used only a handful of minutes exploring the three in the Supreme Hall. ’Then why not...?’ he thought, eyes gleaming with curiosity. ’Let’s have a look at the Primal Hall while I’m at it.’

That hall—the very heart of this place—contained totems said to be formed during the birth of the universe itself. It wasn’t about comprehension now; it was about exposure, instinct, and connection. And Max had time.

With silent determination, he shifted his direction again and began moving deeper, toward the center of the vast temple complex—toward the Primal Hall, which few dared even to enter.