Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100

The tunnel they had come from was narrower, and the air was even heavier here. The smell of damp earth was mixed with something faintly sweet, a lingering trace of mana that seemed to pulse faintly through the ground. It was a scent similar to the one he had sensed near the first pool of Holy Nectar.

’So that’s where they’re guarding it,’ Max thought. His movements were quick but cautious. He stepped carefully around the faint traces of the ants’ trails, avoiding any sudden sounds that could alert the hive.

Minutes passed as he advanced deeper through the twisting passage. The faint golden light began to appear again, glowing softly from somewhere ahead. His senses sharpened. The air was warm now, almost stifling.

Finally, he reached the end of the tunnel and stopped. His eyes widened slightly. Before him was another open chamber—this one far larger than the previous one. The air inside shimmered faintly, and at the center, resting within a shallow pit carved into the rock, was another mass of golden liquid.

The Holy Nectar.

But unlike the small pool he had found before, this one was immense. The energy radiating from it was overwhelming, flooding the chamber with thick waves of mana. It pulsed rhythmically, like a living heart. The glow reflected across the walls, creating rippling patterns of golden light that danced like fire.

Max took a slow breath, a faint smile forming on his face. ”There you are,” he whispered, his tone calm and steady.

Moving forward silently, he approached the massive golden pool, his steps light and measured. ”It will at least fulfill two levels.” He muttered lightly as he took out the bottle.

But before Max could even lower the bottle into the pool of Holy Nectar, a cold shiver ran down his spine. It wasn’t the kind of instinctive warning one felt in minor danger—it was the crushing, primal fear that came when death itself drew close. The air around him grew thick and heavy, pressing down on his chest like an invisible weight.

His body reacted before his mind could process what was happening. In the next instant, space rippled around him. The world twisted in a silent distortion as he activated the third level of the Concept of Space. His figure vanished from where he stood and reappeared at the very edge of the chamber, the distorted energy fading away like mist.

He turned quickly, his eyes sharp and alert. That was when he saw it.

A massive shape moved slowly along the ceiling, its presence so overwhelming that the air itself seemed to tremble. It was a Devouring Ant—but not like any he had faced before. This one was enormous, easily five times the size of the ones he had killed earlier. Its thick exoskeleton was a dark, gleaming black with faint veins of red light pulsing through it like molten magma. Each of its legs ended in sharp, scythe-like claws that pierced into the stone ceiling with every step.

It moved without a sound, yet every motion carried unimaginable weight. Its eyes glowed with a deep, sickly crimson light, and its massive mandibles twitched as it lowered its head slightly, surveying the chamber below.

Max’s heart pounded violently in his chest. His breath caught for a moment as he stared at the creature in disbelief. ”How did I not see this thing?” he thought, his mind racing. He was certain he had scanned the chamber earlier with his Three Dimensional Body. The ability was meant to perceive everything within its radius—every movement, every ripple of energy. And yet, it hadn’t detected this creature at all.

The realization hit him like a weight. ”Could it be that its strength is too high?” he wondered, his face darkening. ”Is it strong enough to exist beyond the detection range of my Three Dimensional Body?”

He clenched his jaw as he stared up at the monstrous creature, but the more he focused, the more his unease grew. The energy coming from it was unlike anything he had sensed before. It wasn’t chaotic or wild like most beasts’—it was heavy and steady, like the pulse of a living mountain. And yet, even with his heightened perception, he couldn’t sense its full depth. It was like trying to measure an endless abyss.

”This thing... I can’t even gauge its level,” he muttered under his breath. A flicker of fear appeared in his eyes, though his expression remained calm on the surface.

He tried to steady himself. ’It shouldn’t be able to see me,’ he thought, taking a slow, careful breath. ’My invisibility skill hides even my energy signature. There’s no way it can sense me.’

But even as the thought crossed his mind, the massive creature stopped moving. Its antennae twitched once, slicing through the air with a faint hiss. Then, slowly, its enormous head turned.

Max froze.

The creature’s crimson eyes fixed directly on his position.

For a brief, horrifying moment, the world seemed to fall silent. The faint hum of mana in the air vanished. The pressure of its gaze alone made the tunnel walls groan, as though reality itself was bending under the weight of its presence.

”Max, run!” Blob’s voice roared suddenly in his head, breaking the silence. The urgency in his tone was sharper than Max had ever heard before. ”That ant has the strength of the fifth level of the Divine Rank! You aren’t possibly its match!”

Max’s body tensed immediately. ”No shit!” he shouted under his breath as his figure blurred into motion.

Red lightning erupted violently around him, flooding the chamber with blinding light. His muscles surged with power as he unleashed the second form of the Storm King’s Inheritance—Extreme Speed. The red lightning condensed into his legs, propelling him forward with incredible force.

At the same time, his movement art—One Mile Step—activated. Blue lightning intertwined with the red, creating a storm of energy that ripped through the chamber. The ground cracked beneath the force of his acceleration as he shot forward like a streak of light.

The gigantic ant let out a shrill, piercing screech that shook the cavern walls. Its massive body lunged downward from the ceiling, shattering stone as it fell. The impact sent tremors through the ground, but Max was already gone, flashing through the tunnel with lightning trailing behind him.

The passage blurred around him as he moved faster and faster, every ounce of energy focused on escape. The sound of the creature’s pursuit echoed behind him—each movement a deep, thunderous crash as it tore through the tunnel with unstoppable momentum.

Chunks of rock fell from the ceiling as the giant ant clawed its way through, the sheer pressure of its aura distorting the air itself. But Max didn’t look back. His only thought was to get as far away as possible, his figure flickering like a red-blue comet shooting through the endless darkness.

Even as he fled, he could feel its killing intent behind him—a suffocating force that promised death to anything that dared to linger. The ground shook with every step it took, and the tunnel walls quivered as if they might collapse at any moment.

”Damn it,” Max hissed as he pushed his speed even further. ”I didn’t come here to die to some overgrown bug!”

The red and blue lightning surrounding his body intensified, flooding the tunnel with flashing light as he raced through the twisting labyrinth, his thoughts razor-sharp and his heart pounding like thunder.

The true nightmare of the Devouring Ants’ den was just revealed before Max.