Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100

Then Max moved faster.

Dragonheart flashed again and again.

The Saint Origin Sword Art unfolded in his hand with terrifying elegance. Every movement was smooth, precise, and filled with an ancient sword rhythm, as if Max was not fighting a group of enemies but performing a sacred execution beneath the cursed trees of Witch God Valley.

Sword light spread through the battlefield in layers, crossing, turning, rising, and descending, and every line it formed became a boundary between life and death.

The demons tried to resist with brute force.

They were cut apart.

The second faction elves tried to defend with bloodline techniques.

They were cut apart.

Some tried to retreat.

They were cut apart before they could take three steps.

Some tried to beg.

Their voices were severed before they could become words.

The Emotion Severing Path made Max’s sword merciless to a frightening degree. There was no hesitation in his strikes, no unnecessary cruelty, no rage, and no pleasure.

He simply cut down everyone who had attacked him, and because his sword carried the power to sever emotion, concept, energy, defense, and life at once, none of them could withstand even a single direct slash.

Lumine stood frozen.

Her face was pale.

Her lips parted slightly, but no sound came out.

Everything had happened too quickly. She had ordered everyone to attack because she believed numbers could at least create a chance, but the moment Max drew Dragonheart and entered that emotionless sword state, the entire battle had turned into a slaughter. No, it could not even be called a battle.

The demons and second faction elves had launched their strongest attacks, surrounded him from all sides, and tried to kill him together, yet Max had wiped them out as though they were dry leaves caught in a sword storm.

Within only a few breaths, the battlefield became quiet again.

The attacks vanished.

The roaring demons disappeared.

The second faction elves collapsed into light.

Golden fragments of Killing Points floated through the cursed mist, gathering around Max like countless sparks born from death. They streamed toward him one after another, entering his body and increasing his total once again, while Dragonheart remained lowered in his hand, its blade clean and faintly humming with the remnant power of the Saint Origin Sword Art.

Jessica and the other third faction elves stared at Max in shock.

They had thought they were about to die.

They had thought Lumine and the demons would drag them back to the Elf Prison.

But the young man who claimed a connection to Caelira had appeared, killed Arnold with one finger, and then erased the rest of the enemies with a sword art so terrifying that none of them could even understand its full depth.

Nancy’s expression was also serious.

Even though she had seen Max kill before, the Saint Origin Sword Art combined with the Emotion Severing Path still made her feel a faint chill.

This was a sword art that already carried a grand and sacred origin, yet when fused with Max’s Pseudo Cosmic Path, it became something far more terrifying. It was beautiful, but it was also absolute. It gave no mercy because mercy itself seemed to be severed before the sword even fell.

At the center of the battlefield, only Lumine remained.

She had not attacked directly, and perhaps because of that, Max had intentionally left her alive.

Her body trembled faintly as she looked around at the empty battlefield. The elves she had brought were gone. The demons she had used were gone. Arnold, her strongest helper, was gone.

The only things left around her were drifting Killing Points, scorched cursed mist, severed traces of attacks, and Max standing calmly with Dragonheart in his hand.

Max slowly turned his gaze toward her.

Lumine instinctively took a step back.

For the first time since appearing, fear completely covered her face.

Max’s emotionless expression slowly softened, but the coldness in his eyes did not disappear.

”I guess you and the others have more lives left,” he said with terrifying calmness in his eyes as he looked at Lumine, whose face had already lost all color. ”If you want revenge for this, then you are welcome to block me at the border of Witch God Valley down below, at the entrance of the Witch God Tree.”

With that, Max’s sword flashed once more.

Lumine wanted to say something. Perhaps she wanted to curse him, perhaps she wanted to threaten him with the second faction, or perhaps she wanted to reveal something about Caroline to save herself, but before even a single word could leave her mouth, a golden line appeared on her body from the top of her head to the bottom of her feet.

Her eyes widened.

In the next instant, her body split cleanly into two.

There was no scream.

There was no resistance.

Her figure dissolved into golden fragments of Killing Points, scattering into the cursed mist before streaming toward Max together with the remaining fragments left behind by Arnold, the demons, and the second faction elves.

For a moment, the entire area glowed with golden light.

The demons had carried a decent amount of Killing Points, especially Arnold, whose strength and status among them had clearly been higher than the rest. The second faction elves had also gathered points during their hunt through Witch God Valley, and Lumine, being the leader among them, carried even more than the ordinary elves under her command. One by one, their points surged into Max’s body, causing the number beside his name to rise again.

[Participant: Max]

[Previous Killing Points: 29,000,000]

[Absorbed Killing Points from Arnold: 1,500,000]

[Absorbed Killing Points from Lumine: 1,200,000]

[Absorbed Killing Points from remaining demons and second faction elves: 1,900,000]

[Total Absorbed Killing Points: 4,600,000]

[Current Killing Points: 33,600,000]

[Rank: 7]

The notification appeared quietly, but to Jessica and the other third faction elves, those numbers felt thunderous.

Thirty-three million and six hundred thousand Killing Points.

That number was no longer something an ordinary genius could hope to touch. Even many powerful participants who had survived until now might not have gathered even a small fraction of that amount, yet Max had increased his total again after casually slaughtering a group that had nearly forced Jessica and her companions into despair.

Max glanced at the notification for only a moment before looking away.

”Only four million six hundred thousand,” he said calmly. ”Better than the Sword God Palace disciples, but still not much.”

Jessica and the other elves stared at him in silence.

For them, that amount was already terrifying.

For Max, it was merely acceptable.

Nancy looked at him with a helpless expression, though even she could not deny that his growth in Killing Points was becoming absurdly fast. Not long ago, he had stood at twenty-two million after destroying Karo, Munro, and the demon army.

Then he had taken seven million from the Sword God Palace disciples near the neutral city. Now, after killing Arnold, Lumine, and their group, he had reached thirty-three million six hundred thousand.

At this speed, his rank in the Cosmic Ascension Ranking List would rise again soon.

Max slowly lowered Dragonheart, then turned toward Jessica and the other injured third faction elves.

”Now,” he said calmly, ”tell me where Caroline is.”