Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100

Arvantos’s voice stayed steady. ”During the Cosmic Ascension Conference, most geniuses were drawing on the accumulation of a single life. Revona wasn’t. Her Void Origin Eyes kept awakening further with every battle, and with each awakening, more memories and experience from her past lives came back to her. Her battle instincts, her grasp of power, her sense of danger, her use of nullification, all of it was backed by far more than her current age.”

The top ten fell into stunned silence.

Now Revona’s frightening calm made a lot more sense.

The way she’d adapted to Orion’s star power. The way she’d traced Kaiden’s Grand Void Labyrinth. The way she’d forced Max to reveal power after power. The way she’d beaten Ervin and Damian with Null Origin Tide after being pushed to the brink. All of it suddenly felt even more terrifying.

She hadn’t just been talented. She’d been remembering.

Morgana Starveil looked at Revona with deep curiosity. ”So the woman standing beside us is the same person who’s lived through countless past lives?”

”Yes,” Arvantos answered.

Rakan Thorne stared at Revona, then scratched his head with a complicated look. ”That feels like cheating.”

Orion Starfall let out a faint laugh, though his eyes stayed serious. ”If it’s cheating, it’s the most elegant kind I’ve ever seen.”

Kaiden Voidmere looked at Revona and asked, ”Do you remember everything?”

Revona finally spoke. ”Not everything.” Her voice was calm. ”But enough.”

That single word made the platform even quieter.

Enough.

Enough to become the person the Primarch had expected to win the entire Cosmic Ascension Conference. Enough to make the Primordial Race believe no one should be able to beat her. Enough to make every genius present realize her loss to Max was even more shocking than they’d first thought.

Ervin slowly let out a breath. ”No wonder you defeated almost all of us.”

Revona didn’t reply to him. She only looked at Max. Max looked back at her. Their gazes met quietly.

Arvantos smiled faintly when he saw that. ”That’s why Max Morgan surprised me.”

His voice pulled everyone’s attention back to him.

”Revona was the person I expected to become champion. Her Void Origin Eyes, combined with the awakening of her past-life memories, should have put her beyond anyone else in this conference. Yet Max beat her. Then he beat Damian. Then he beat Ervin. And he finished with a perfect record.”

The Primarch’s eyes settled on Max.

”So, Max Morgan, your win wasn’t impressive just because you became champion. It was impressive because you beat the one person even I believed shouldn’t lose.”

The weight of those words was enormous. The other geniuses looked at Max differently now. They’d already known he was strong. They’d already accepted he was champion. But hearing one of the four Primarchs say he’d expected Revona to be unbeatable made Max’s win feel even more abnormal.

Max stayed calm. After a moment he smiled faintly. ”So she was even more trouble than I thought.”

Revona looked at him quietly. ”You still won.”

Max replied, ”Barely.”

Revona didn’t respond, but for the first time, a faint trace of something almost like amusement crossed her pale eyes.

Arvantos watched the exchange, then turned back to the whole group.

”You should all remember this. The Primordial Race didn’t gather you here just because you won battles. We gathered you because each of you carries something worth testing, refining, and possibly transforming. Some of you have ancient bloodlines. Some have rare Pseudo Cosmic Paths. Some have inheritances. Some have special bodies. Some have secrets even your own forces don’t fully understand.”

His gaze swept over them again. ”And now, you’ll each be given a chance to step beyond what you were born as.”

The mood on the platform turned solemn again. The secret of Revona’s reincarnation still hung in everyone’s mind, but the bigger reason they’d come here was pressing down on them once more.

The Primordial bloodline. The path to becoming a Primordial. The reward promised to the top ten.

Arvantos raised one hand, and the colossal palace in the distance began to shine.

”Come,” he said. ”The Primordial Selection Ceremony will begin soon.”

Arvantos turned and walked toward the distant palace. The ten geniuses followed. Sarvion stayed behind them, silent and respectful, while the reception platform slowly moved forward on its own. It wasn’t flying in any normal sense.

The whole platform seemed to slide along a hidden law path, crossing bridges of violet-gold light, passing over rivers of liquid starlight, and pushing deeper into the Primordial Ancestral Domain with every breath.

As they traveled, the true scale of the Primordial Race’s territory unfolded before them. What they’d seen from the outer reception boundary had only been the surface. The deeper they went, the more impossible the domain became.

Some floating continents held ancient forests where every tree stood taller than mountains. Some held silent lakes that reflected not the sky above but scenes from different eras.

Some were covered in ruins large enough to make divine cities look like toys, and on the broken walls of those ruins were carvings of beings whose faces resembled humans, yet whose presence felt far more ancient and complete.

Max looked at those carvings quietly. The beings shown there were tall, flawless, and powerful. Their bodies were shaped like human bodies, but their eyes held strange rings, their bloodline marks ran far deeper, and their very posture carried a natural supremacy no ordinary divine race could imitate.

Arvantos noticed their stares and spoke without turning back. ”You’re looking at the earliest Primordials.”

The ten geniuses immediately paid closer attention. Even Revona, who’d stayed calm through the reveal of her reincarnation, looked at the carvings with a flicker of interest.

Arvantos went on. ”Before humans existed, before most races of the current universe had built stable civilizations, the Primordial Race already existed.”

His voice was calm, but the words carried enough weight to quiet the whole platform. ”Back then, we were the first complete race born from the ancient source of existence. Our bodies were powerful. Our souls were stable. Our grasp of law came naturally from birth. Compared to many races that came later, the Primordials could be called perfect beings, in a certain sense.”

Rakan Thorne frowned slightly. ”Perfect beings?”

Arvantos smiled faintly. ”In strength, foundation, and closeness to the laws of existence, yes. But perfection in one direction often creates a flaw in another.”