Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100

”Fou—Four Concepts?!” she gasped, her voice trembling, her pupils shrinking into pinpoints as she stared at Max’s fist hurtling toward her. She could hardly comprehend what she was seeing—for embedded in that single punch were not one, not two, but four separate concepts, each one vibrating at the formidable Level 2 mastery: the sharp severing force of the Sword Concept, the devouring heat of the Flame Concept, the crackling, explosive power of the Lightning Concept, and the warping, reality-bending pressure of the Space Concept.

It was beyond anything she’d ever imagined possible, especially from a man whose rank shouldn’t even allow such monstrous convergence of power. And layered atop it all was the suffocating presence of pure evil radiating from Max’s aura, like an abyss that threatened to swallow even light itself.

Bam!

Max’s fist crashed squarely into June’s abdomen with earth-shattering impact. Her body jackknifed around his knuckles as the force tore through her defenses, expelling a ragged scream of agony from her lips.

In the next instant, she became a blue-and-silver streak blasted backward, her body smashing through tree after tree like a meteor tearing through the forest canopy, pulverizing ancient trunks into splinters and sending leaves spiraling into whirlwinds in her wake. Each impact resonated through the ground like rolling thunder, echoing for miles around as wildlife fled in terrified droves.

Before June could even drag air back into her battered lungs, she glimpsed a horrifying sight in the churning storm-tossed sky: a colossal crown of black flames, towering above the forest canopy like a king’s sigil of doom.

Its flickering tongues radiated a malevolent majesty, casting long shadows over the shattered forest below. Almost immediately, a titanic black flaming sword, large enough to cleave mountains, coalesced beneath the crown, its blade vibrating with terrifying force as it dropped like divine punishment toward her prone form.

”No—!” June shrieked, panic strangling her voice as she hurled her hands forward, summoning her class ability in desperate defense. Countless streams of blue energy swirled together, forming a crystalline shield that glowed with dazzling brilliance, the runes etched upon it blazing like miniature stars.

Bang!

The black flaming sword crashed down with merciless ferocity, exploding into a pillar of ebon fire that swallowed the forest floor in a roaring inferno. June’s shield disintegrated in an instant under the monstrous impact, shattering into shards of blue light that scattered like glass in a gale.

The ground cratered violently, dirt and rock erupting skyward in a colossal blast wave, and June’s scream was drowned beneath the roar as she was driven deep into the earth. Blood spewed from her mouth in a thick spray as her bones shuddered under the crushing force, her armor fracturing in jagged spiderweb patterns across her torso.

And yet, through sheer tenacity and the monstrous durability of a Heaven Grade genius, June clung to life. She lay at the bottom of the smoldering crater, trembling, her once-gleaming armor scorched and cracked, her breaths ragged gasps rattling in her chest.

Her skin was streaked with blood and grime, eyes wide with both agony and stunned disbelief. She was battered, seriously injured, but not dead.

Before she could summon another ounce of will to rise, Max’s figure teleported directly before her, as if reality itself parted for his arrival.

He loomed over her like a scarlet devil incarnate, his blood-red hair seething with dark energy, each strand writhing as though alive. His eyes glowed with a baleful, murderous light, bright crimson irises burning with a fury so intense it seemed to warp the air around him, while waves of sinister, evil energy rolled off him in suffocating waves.

His face was a mask of wrath and cold contempt, his lips twisting into a sneer as he glared down at June as if she were nothing more than an insect beneath his heel, ready to be crushed without mercy.

”Wh-who...who are you?” June gasped out, voice trembling, barely above a whisper, horror dripping from every syllable as her mind struggled to process the demon who had descended upon her world. She had never seen, never even heard of, anyone who released such a monstrous, evil aura, nor anyone capable of wielding four concepts at once with such devastating mastery.

But the only answer she received was another punch. Max flickered forward and without hesitation, slammed his fist—charged again with all four of his concepts—into her face.

Bang!

The blow echoed like the collapse of a mountain, sending June blasting backward once more, blood arcing through the air as her figure bounced and skidded across the shattered terrain.

And then Max’s figure teleported directly in front of her battered form as she struggled to rise, his finger raised and pointing at her like the barrel of a gun. A searing crimson light gathered at its tip, growing into a concentrated beam that hummed with deadly resonance.

”Infernal Ray,” Max intoned, his voice dripping with cold wrath.

The red beam shot forth, instantly engulfing June in a pillar of crimson energy so intense that the surrounding air warped from the heat and violent force.

”AHHHHHH!” June’s scream tore through the forest, shrill and agonized, as the blazing energy seared into her, ripping apart the ground beneath her and consuming her figure in a maelstrom of crimson flames and destructive force, leaving nothing but swirling smoke and scorched earth in its wake.

Max arrived before her, his crimson eyes glinted like molten rubies as he gazed down at June, his chest heaving with measured breath, each exhale radiating wisps of dark, simmering energy into the air around them.

His body seemed to vibrate with power, the black scales still glittering faintly over his skin as the dying embers of his previous attack crackled and faded.

Then, slowly, as if to show her exactly what kind of nightmare she was dealing with, Max lifted his fist. Crackling arcs of brilliant blue lightning began to dance and spiral around his knuckles, growing thicker, brighter, until they wrapped his entire arm in a raging storm of electric fury.

It was as if a miniature tempest had condensed into his very flesh, and the ground beneath him trembled with each pulsing beat of raw power. The howling wind carried the scent of ozone and burning wood, sharp and violent.

In that instant, June’s battered, bloodstained eyes widened as she realized with dawning horror what she was seeing—the unmistakable energy signature of the Storm King Inheritance, the same terrifying legacy whose might Max had recently claimed for his own.