Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100

Once again, the entire crowd erupted into chaos, but this time their uproar was even fiercer and more electrified than before, as shock and disbelief crackled through the air like lightning arcing between storm clouds.

And even the members of the other six overlord forces, who until now had maintained cool composure, could not help but grow solemn and tense as they digested Elder Garry’s words, their eyes flickering with deep apprehension and the weight of sudden calculations about what such a revelation might mean for the fragile balance of power in the Middle Domain.

Voices overlapped one another in a torrent of anxious murmurs and incredulous exclamations, as one expert cried out, ”What? He killed a Heaven Grade genius? How can that even be possible? Aren’t Heaven Grade geniuses supposed to be nearly invincible among those in the Legend Rank? How did one of them end up getting killed?”

While another, his face pale with shock, waved a hand dismissively and retorted, ”Forget about that—the real question is who is Max? How could he possibly kill a Heaven Grade genius? To be able to slay someone of that level, he’d have to possess the strength of a Heaven Grade genius himself, but as far as I know, there’s never been anyone named Max listed as a Heaven Grade genius in any of the seven overlord forces or the Four God Nations!”

A third expert, eyes wide and mouth hanging open in astonishment, added in a dazed voice, ”First he killed a 3-star genius, and then a Heaven Grade genius... I’m starting to wonder if this guy has three heads and six arms or something.”

While another, unable to suppress his excitement despite the tension gripping the crowd, blurted out, ”Damn! This is huge news! It’s been ages since a Heaven Grade genius fell like this, and now one’s been killed by a member of the Great Ruler Empire—who is this Max? I really want to see his face!”

All around the swirling purple portal, thousands of experts leaned forward, eyes scanning the Great Ruler Empire’s group as though hoping Max would step out so they could lay eyes upon the young man who, in a matter of moments, had become the center of the entire Middle Domain’s attention and gossip, his name now echoing from countless lips, fueled by curiosity, fear, and the dark thrill of witnessing history in the making.

Meanwhile, high above the crowd, Guild Master Orion’s eyes narrowed slightly, a thoughtful shadow crossing his normally genial face as he exchanged a loaded glance with Emperor Hermes, whose own expression had grown flinty and severe, for both of them, as leaders of overlord forces, fully understood the monumental significance of what had just been revealed.

Because the death of a Heaven Grade genius was not merely the loss of a talented individual but a potential catalyst for devastating war; to truly grasp the value of such a person, one had to understand that Heaven Grade geniuses were the hope and future of their forces, destined to rise as towering figures who could become the pillars of their entire forces.

If one force dared to kill a Heaven Grade genius belonging to another, that act was often enough to provoke outright war, a bloody and merciless conflict that could tear regions apart.

And the crowd, sensing this grim reality, fell into an uneasy hush punctuated only by the rising wind and the ominous hum of the still-spinning purple portal, as they all waited, breath held, to see what would happen next—and who exactly this mysterious Max truly was.

But then, as though suddenly remembering something that shifted the entire weight of the accusations, Emperor Hermes threw his head back and burst out laughing, his voice deep and rolling across the sky like thunder rumbling over distant mountains, drawing every eye toward him once more as he declared loudly, ”You truly are talking nonsense!”

His laughter echoed through the misty expanse, slicing through the heavy tension that had gripped the crowd moments earlier, and for a heartbeat, the charged silence hung as people tried to process his unexpected reaction.

Almost immediately, a cold, solemn voice cut through the echoes of his laughter as Lord Thunder, the leader of the Thunder Monarch Hall who had remained mostly silent until now, stepped forward, his piercing eyes fixed on Emperor Hermes with a look that could have frozen steel, and demanded with quiet menace, ”Hermes, are you saying our words hold no truth?”

His presence radiated an oppressive force, as though an invisible storm were gathering around his figure. Yet Emperor Hermes met that glare without a single flicker of hesitation, his face hardening into a mask of imperial pride as his eyes glinted with disdain and his voice turned sharp and cold enough to chill the air itself, replying firmly, ”It is indeed that your people from the Thunder Monarch Hall are lying. I have long known your force to be shameless, and to falsely blame the killing of a Heaven Grade genius on a member of my empire is nothing but a deliberate provocation against the Great Ruler Empire, an attempt to stir up discord and tarnish our name.”

His words fell like a hammer blow, reverberating through the tense silence and sending ripples of shock and fury through the experts of the Thunder Monarch Hall, whose faces flushed red with rage and whose hands clenched tightly at their sides, veins bulging across fists as spiritual energy began to hum faintly around their bodies in barely restrained wrath.

Several of the younger geniuses seemed ready to explode into shouts of protest, their eyes blazing with indignant fury. Yet before any of them could open their mouths to voice their anger, another voice suddenly cut through the thick air—a loud, clear shout that rose above the mounting uproar, as though a bell had been struck in the heart of the mist, calling out, ”People from the Void Soul Tower and Bright Buddha Palace have come!”

Instantly, thousands of gazes swiveled away from the brewing confrontation, shifting toward the sky as new shapes began descending from the heavens, and the very atmosphere seemed to shift as two massive void shuttles, each carved with gleaming sigils and glowing faintly like celestial lanterns, lowered gracefully from the clouds, one exuding an eerie, ethereal aura that made the air ripple with ghostly energy—the unmistakable mark of the Void Soul Tower

And the other radiating a serene golden light that seemed to bathe the surrounding mist in a peaceful glow, heralding the arrival of the Bright Buddha Palace, and for a fleeting moment, all thoughts of accusation and conflict were paused as the crowd braced for the appearance of two more overlord forces whose presence might either soothe the rising tensions—or shatter them completely.