Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100

Chapter 1123  Groverʼs Unwillingness

Groverʼs face went pale. His entire body trembled slightly as the pressure bore down on him like the weight of a mountain. His knees almost buckled under the intensity. He tried to speak, but his throat felt dry and tight. When he finally managed to utter something, his voice was barely a whisper.

”No… This canʼt be…” he muttered, disbelief lacing every syllable.

The aura surrounding Max was far too overwhelming. It was impossible. The sheer power pressing against him didnʼt belong to a 6th level Legend Rank genius. It didnʼt even belong to someone at the Mythic Rank. No—what he was sensing was something much higher. It was as if a being from beyond their realm, something from the Divine Rank or even beyond, had descended upon them.

And then there was that dark, suffocating energy. The infernal aura. It wasnʼt just powerful—it was unnatural. Grover felt as if he were standing before the abyss itself. It wasnʼt merely energy; it was a force that consumed. A devouring, corruptive pressure that seeped into the soul and whispered destruction. His heart pounded wildly in his chest, and cold sweat dripped down the side of his face.

”I… I canʼt breathe…” he whispered unconsciously, his hands trembling as he looked at Max with wide eyes.

Beside him, Tanya wasnʼt faring any better. Her usually composed expression was gone, replaced by one of shock and disbelief. Her pupils contracted, and for the first time in her life, she felt genuine fear from standing near someone her own age. Her instincts screamed at her that what she was facing wasnʼt human.

The air around her thickened with an unbearable heaviness. Her mana resisted the suppression, but the attempt was futile. The infernal energy wrapped around her like an invisible hand gripping her throat.

ʼNo! This canʼt be real!ʼ she thought frantically, her mind spinning as she tried to rationalize what she was feeling.

ʼThe secret realm only open to geniuses from the Mythic Rank and even if they would level up to Divine Rank, it would be at the Divine Palace Platform and Divine Palace Platform hasnʼt even appeared yet. So how can someone be this strong present here?!ʼ

But logic didnʼt matter anymore. The truth was right in front of her, and her body knew it better than her mind did. Her heart raced uncontrollably, her breathing quickened, and an overwhelming instinct began to take over—a primal warning that only surfaced when facing death.

Her body screamed for her to run.

ʼRun away,ʼ her mind repeated desperately. ʼRun away from him. Run from this monster before itʼs too late.ʼ

The dark pressure around them thickened again. Grover and Tanya both struggled to stay upright as the weight of Maxʼs aura pressed down harder. The light of their crowns dimmed faintly, overwhelmed by the sheer presence of his power.

Max stood at the center of it all, silent, his eyes cold and steady. His aura surged like a living storm, wild yet perfectly controlled. The crimson hue of his infernal energy flickered faintly around him, forming shadows that twisted and danced on the shattered ground.

Neither Grover nor Tanya dared to move. The arrogance they had carried moments ago was gone, replaced by an emotion they had never felt before—pure, unfiltered terror.

To them, Max was no longer a fellow genius. He wasnʼt even human. He was a calamity walking in flesh.

”I refuse to believe anyone with such strength can possibly arrive here!” Grover shouted, his voice trembling yet defiant as he glared at Max. His words echoed sharply within the vast stone chamber. The trembling of his limbs was masked by the force of his own denial. He could not, and would not, accept what his senses were telling him.

”This is a lie!” he yelled again, his tone rising. ”An illusion meant to deceive us!”

His eyes locked on Max, who stood completely still amidst the chaos, the faint crimson and black aura swirling quietly around him. That calmness, that absolute lack of emotion, only fueled Groverʼs panic further. He gritted his teeth and clenched his fists until his knuckles went pale.

”You are only at the sixth level of the Legend Rank,” he shouted, as if saying it aloud could make it true. ”Itʼs crystal clear! You canʼt emit such pressure! Itʼs impossible. It can only be an illusion!”

The more he spoke, the more desperate he became, his voice trembling but his eyes burning with an unsteady determination. The seed of disbelief grew into self-deception, and with every word, Grover convinced himself that what he was seeing was nothing but a trick.

His body began to glow faintly as golden light spread from beneath his skin. ”If this is an illusion, then Iʼll destroy it myself!” he roared.

With a deep breath, he activated his 3rd Level Concept of Gold. A brilliant crimson-gold light erupted from his body, illuminating the entire chamber. His aura surged violently, crashing against Maxʼs dark pressure like a wave against a cliff. The ground beneath him cracked open, unable to withstand the power he released.

In moments, his arms and torso were wrapped in shimmering golden armor that radiated heat and energy. The armor spread quickly until his entire body was encased in a crimson-golden glow that distorted the air around him. The power of a Peak Mythic Rank genius burst forth, creating a roaring storm of energy that sent debris and dust swirling through the chamber.

”This facade wonʼt work against me!” Grover shouted, his voice echoing over the rumbling ground. He took a single step forward—and vanished.

His movement was so fast that it tore the air apart, leaving behind streaks of burning light as he reappeared in front of Max in the blink of an eye. His fist, encased in golden armor and glowing with condensed energy, shot forward like a blazing meteor.

”Die!” he roared, his voice filled with fury and desperation.

Maxʼs eyes didnʼt even flicker. His face remained calm, his expression indifferent as the golden light rushed toward him. His right hand clenched slowly, and a faint black light gathered around his knuckles. His arm moved almost lazily, as if he wasnʼt even trying.

Then—