Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100

The Seven Overlord Forces, such as the mighty Great Ruler Empire, held authority over vast stretches of land across the Middle Domain, with each force ruling over countless regions among the thousands that existed within this expansive territory.

Every single one of these regions possessed its own Battle Cube—massive, ancient constructs capable of linking their respective regions directly to the heart of the Middle Domain via Battle Realm.

This intricate and efficient network was the result of the unmatched organizational reach of the Obsidian Order, whose influence stretched to nearly every corner of the Middle Domain.

It was through one such Battle Cube, located in a region under the Great Ruler Empire’s control, that Max and Lyra stepped into the Battle Realm. The Battle Realm was unlike any ordinary city or hub—it was the beating heart of the Middle Domain, a place where the strongest forces, powers, guilds, and merchant gathered.

Here, commerce thrived, political negotiations took place, and information flowed like rivers, connecting every single region. From rare treasures to forbidden knowledge, from trading caravans to powerful alliances—almost everything imaginable was possible in the Battle Realm.

Because of its importance, many great forces maintained a strong presence here, establishing hundreds of sub-forces and outposts scattered throughout its streets and districts.

Unlike the Battle Realm of the Lower Domain, which served primarily as a battleground for challenges and duels, the Middle Domain’s Battle Realm was designed as an open world, seamlessly connecting the thousand regions together. It was not merely a place for combat—it was a living, breathing world of opportunity.

Merchants, travelers, and experts could trade, negotiate, and travel with far greater ease, making it the ultimate crossroads of the Middle Domain.

The Obsidian Order, one of the most feared and respected forces, also had its own branch here—just as many other powers did—but theirs stood out above the rest. That was exactly where Max and Lyra were heading.

Their destination dominated the skyline: a towering structure so immense that it seemed to pierce the very ceiling of the small world that housed the Battle Realm. The colossal tower could be seen from nearly anywhere, a symbol of the Obsidian Order’s dominance and prestige.

While the Order had numerous branches scattered across the Middle Domain, the one here in the Battle Realm was the most prominent, influential, and well-known—its reputation drawing experts, merchants, and envoys from every corner of the realm.

This was the place where power and influence truly converged, and Max and Lyra were walking straight into its heart.

”Where is the headquarters of the Obsidian Order?” Max asked, his tone laced with curiosity as the two of them made their way through the bustling streets toward their destination.

”Nobody knows,” Lyra replied calmly, her gaze fixed ahead. ”The Obsidian Order is one of the few powers that even the Four God Nation treats with caution. They keep everything about themselves shrouded in secrecy—be it their true strength, their leaders, or even their actual base of operations.”

Max raised an eyebrow, his interest clearly piqued. ”An organization that thrives on gathering information from every corner of the world... yet it keeps itself hidden from everyone. It’s as if they hold the world’s deepest secrets in their hands, while the rest of the world only knows that they exist... mysterious, untouchable, and nothing more.”

”That’s exactly how it’s been in the Middle Domain for years,” Lyra said matter-of-factly. ”They’ve built a reputation not just on what they know, but on how little others can learn about them.”

Before long, the massive silhouette of the tower they sought began to dominate their view, and soon they stood before it. Outside the Tower, the scene was chaotic yet strangely organized. An ocean of people—easily in the hundreds of thousands—moved through the area.

Merchants shouted from behind stalls overflowing with rare wares, shops advertised treasures and goods from across the realms, and street performers gathered crowds with feats of skill and illusion.

”This area of the Battle Realm is called the Central Hub,” Lyra explained, motioning toward the dense concentration of activity. ”This is where the real magic of the Battle Realm happens. Almost every major force has established its branch here, which makes this one of the most crowded and profitable places in the entire Middle Domain—not just within the Battle Realm.”

Max gave a slow nod, finally understanding why the streets were so alive with energy. The flow of people here never seemed to stop, as if the very heart of the Middle Domain was beating beneath their feet.

As they approached the towering structure of the Obsidian Order itself, the grand doors opened on their own, their movement smooth and silent, as if welcoming them without need for an invitation. Just inside stood two guards—both tall, imposing, and radiating a presence that was impossible to ignore. Even without releasing any aura, Max could sense it: their strength was at the Mythic Rank.

’Strange,’ Max thought, narrowing his eyes. ’You can’t even use mana here in the Battle Realm except inside the designated battle zones... so why station Mythic Rank experts as guards? Just for show?’

The guards’ eyes swept over Max and Lyra with the precision of seasoned veterans. Their gazes were sharp, calculating, but they made no move to stop them. Without a word, they simply stepped aside, allowing the two to enter the towering domain of the most secretive organization in the Middle Domain.

”Let’s go.” Lyra’s voice was calm but carried a note of quiet authority as she took the lead, stepping into the towering headquarters of the Obsidian Order. Max followed closely, his eyes scanning the grand interior—a circular hall lined with dozens of corridors, each one stretching away like a pathway into some unknown part of the tower.

As they walked, Lyra began to explain in a low voice, her words almost swallowed by the hushed atmosphere inside.

”There are many rules within the Obsidian Order,” she said, her gaze flicking briefly toward the other people moving about, each one with an air of purpose. ”But there’s one rule you must absolutely remember—information here is never free. Everything comes at a price. There are only two ways to acquire what you seek. The first is the simplest: you can pay for it directly, using either PQ or treasures of sufficient value. The second way is more... delicate. You must offer them information that they do not already possess—something new, and something of equal worth to what you’re trying to obtain.”