Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100

He stopped advancing and planted his feet firmly into the ground. The forest seemed to fall silent for a brief instant as he drew a slow, deliberate breath. In that moment, Max no longer restrained anything. He did not moderate his output, nor did he concern himself with efficiency or conservation. He chose absolute dominance.

The Vein of Origin roared.

The full strength sealed within it was released without reservation, flooding his entire body in a violent surge of raw physical power. Muscles tightened to their limit, his reconstructed body resonating with the overwhelming force as though it had been forged solely for this moment.

The air around him warped visibly, unable to withstand the pressure radiating from his form. The ground beneath his feet cracked and sank slightly, unable to bear the weight of his presence.

The puppet charged.

Its golden aura flared brighter than ever, its fist smashing forward with power that now nearly rivaled Max’s own. The moment it crossed into striking range, Max moved.

There was no flourish and no technique. He simply threw a punch.

It was a single, straightforward strike, backed by the totality of the Vein of Origin and the reinforced foundation of his Rebirth Realm body. The punch did not create a shockwave on impact. Instead, it created a moment of absolute stillness, as though the world itself had paused to witness the collision.

Then everything exploded.

Max’s fist pierced straight through the puppet’s golden aura, crushing it as if it were nothing more than a fragile shell. The puppet’s arm shattered instantly, followed by its torso, its internal structure collapsing under the overwhelming physical force.

The destructive energy did not stop there. It tore through the puppet’s entire body, reducing it to fragments before it could even register what had happened.

A thunderous blast followed, ripping outward through the forest as the puppet was completely obliterated. Trees were uprooted, the earth was gouged open, and a massive crater formed at the point of impact. When the dust finally settled, there was nothing left of the puppet. No remains. No fragments. No trace of its existence.

Max slowly lowered his fist.

The raging power within him receded as he relaxed his body, the Vein of Origin returning to a dormant state. He exhaled calmly, his expression composed, as though he had merely completed a necessary task rather than destroyed an opponent that had nearly matched him moments ago.

The battle was over.

”This puppet was strange,” Max muttered as he looked at the devastated forest, his gaze lingering on the crater where the construct had vanished completely. ”It could adapt to my strength and even counter it by increasing its own power.”

The thought unsettled him slightly. He replayed the battle in his mind, recalling how the resistance had grown heavier with every exchange. He could not help but wonder what would have happened if he had allowed the fight to continue.

If he had let the puppet fully adapt, would it have eventually reached a point where it could suppress him purely through raw physical strength?

The possibility was not comforting. That puppet had not been a simple opponent meant to be defeated. It had been a test, one designed to force a decisive end.

Before he could dwell on it further, space rippled gently before him, and a door manifested out of thin air.

Max stepped through it without hesitation, and the forest vanished instantly.

The trial was over.

[Dimension of Genesis unlocked.]

Max smiled as the notification appeared before his eyes. There was no exhaustion on his face, only satisfaction. He turned his attention back toward Tian. ”So I can challenge a trial for any dimension at any time?”

”Yes, Master,” Tian replied with a nod.

Max’s smile widened further. ”Good.”

In the next moment, his figure faded from the Dimension of the Keeper and reappeared within his newly unlocked dimension.

The Dimension of Genesis.

Yet the instant Max arrived, his expression froze.

There was nothing.

No land. No sky. No light. No darkness in the conventional sense. Just endless void stretching in every direction, silent and absolute. There was no sense of distance, no horizon to measure against, and no laws that could be immediately perceived. It felt less like a world and more like a blank page that had never been written upon.

”Tian, what is this?” Max called out, his voice echoing faintly through the emptiness.

A moment later, Tian’s figure manifested beside him, his gaze sweeping across the void with quiet understanding.

”There is nothing here,” Max said, stating the obvious as his eyes narrowed slightly.

Tian remained silent for a brief moment before speaking. ”Master, the Dimension of Genesis is extremely unique. Unlike your other dimensions, this one does not come preformed.”

He continued calmly, ”In this dimension, Master must create everything yourself.”

Max stood still as the words sank in. Slowly, a different kind of light appeared in his eyes. Shock gave way to realization, and realization turned into something far deeper.

This was not a limitation. It was an invitation. The Dimension of Genesis was not meant to house something that already existed. It was meant to become whatever its master willed it to be.

A dimension where creation itself belonged entirely to him.

”Nice,” Max smiled softly, genuine joy surfacing as his thoughts turned toward how this world should be.

The moment that idea fully formed in his mind, the void responded.

There was no explosion and no sudden flash of light. Creation began quietly, almost reverently, as though the Dimension of Genesis itself was listening and obeying. From the endless nothingness beneath Max’s feet, substance began to emerge.

The void thickened, condensing into form, and a vast landmass slowly took shape, stretching outward in all directions. Soil formed first, dark and fertile, followed by layers of stone and bedrock beneath it, each stratum settling into place as if it had always existed.

Mountains rose next. They did not erupt violently but grew steadily, their massive silhouettes pushing upward until jagged peaks pierced the empty sky.

Valleys carved themselves naturally between them, shaped by invisible rivers that soon followed. Water flowed into existence, gathering into streams, rivers, and vast lakes, their surfaces reflecting a sky that had not yet been born.