Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100

Chapter 1582  End?

”He survived?” Kazreth murmured, and this time his surprise was genuine. Only he knew the force contained within that simple strike of his finger. That power was sufficient to annihilate even experts at the Divine Lord Realm, yet the one who had endured it was merely at the third level of the Law Awakening Realm.

What surprised him even more was Maxʼs condition.

There were no visible injuries.

It was as though the previous attack had never even touched him.

Before Kazreth could think further, Max launched his attack.

”Die!”

Nine lightning needles formed around him, each one glowing with a different color. They pulsed with intense energy before shooting forward with terrifying speed, cutting through the air like beams of light.

The sound they produced was sharp and piercing.

They reached Kazreth in an instant.

Yet Kazreth did not move.

He did not defend.

He simply stood there as the nine colored lightning needles struck him one after another.

For a brief moment, Max expected to see them pierce through his body.

Instead, the moment they made contact, they vanished.

The needles were absorbed directly into Kazrethʼs body, disappearing without leaving behind even the slightest trace. There was no wound, no damage, not even a mark to show they had ever existed.

Maxʼs eyes widened as disbelief filled his mind.

Only then did he fully understand.

The being standing before him was far beyond anything he could oppose. No matter how much power he gathered, no matter how many techniques he used, the gap between them remained immeasurable.

Even so, Max refused to stop.

Golden light burst forth from his body.

The Heavenly Luminance Divine Bloodline activated, and half of his form turned radiant gold. The divine brilliance spread across him, merging with the chaotic storm of lightning and flames that still lingered around his body.

Kazrethʼs gaze sharpened slightly.

”Oh, interesting,” he said, a flicker of curiosity appearing in his eyes as he observed the transformation. For a brief moment, it seemed as though he might continue watching.

Then his expression returned to calm indifference.

”I would have enjoyed observing you a little longer,” he said slowly, ”but my patience has run out. You may die now.”

As his words ended, he snapped his fingers.

The sound was soft.

The effect was absolute.

An unseen force descended from above with terrifying speed.

Max barely had time to react before it struck him directly. The impact was overwhelming, crushing him downward with a force that felt like the collapse of the heavens themselves. His body slammed into the ground, and the earth beneath him shattered instantly, forming a massive crater that spread outward like the scar of a fallen meteor.

The shockwave rippled across the battlefield.

At the center of that devastation lay Max.

His body was completely broken.

The power that had once surrounded him began to fade away. The seven colored lightning dimmed and disappeared, the black flames extinguished, the infernal transformation receded, and the golden radiance of his bloodline slowly vanished.

What remained was a body that barely held its shape.

It was as though every bone within him had been shattered, every muscle torn apart, leaving him in a state that could no longer even be described as whole. His form lay twisted and motionless, crushed under the weight of the attack.

As this happened, his senses began to fade.

The chaos of the battlefield grew distant.

The sounds of battle disappeared.

The light around him dimmed until everything seemed to fall into silence.

A strange calmness settled over him, replacing the pain and struggle that had consumed him just moments before. It felt almost peaceful, as though everything was slowly slipping away beyond his grasp.

A faint thought surfaced within his fading consciousness.

”Am I going to die again?”

The feeling was familiar.

It was the same sensation he had experienced before, standing at the edge of death, when everything seemed to dissolve into nothingness.

Once again, he found himself at that same boundary, where life and death blurred into one.

As the last traces of consciousness slipped away from him, Max no longer felt the pain that had crushed his body moments ago. The weight of the battlefield, the chaos of the war, and even the presence of Kazreth all seemed to fade into nothingness.

When he opened his eyes again, everything had changed.

He found himself standing in a vast, silent expanse filled with countless stars. There was no ground beneath his feet, no sky above his head, only an endless sea of shimmering lights stretching in every direction. Each star pulsed gently, as though carrying a life of its own, and the stillness of that world felt deeper than anything he had ever experienced.

For a moment, he did not move.

He simply looked around, taking in the boundless emptiness that surrounded him.

A quiet realization settled in his mind.

He truly believed he had died.

”I could not keep my promise to you, Freya,” he murmured softly, his voice echoing faintly in that infinite space. There was no anger in his tone, no resistance, only a quiet regret that lingered in his heart.

Back on the battlefield, Kazreth stood over Maxʼs broken body.

”An ant should behave like an ant and not attempt to block the path of a god,” he said calmly as he sensed Maxʼs life force fading away completely. To him, the outcome had already been decided. There was nothing more to consider.

Without another glance, he turned and began walking toward the Ascension Tunnel once more.

Then everything changed.

A beam of light descended from the sky.

It fell directly onto Maxʼs body.

The light was pure white, so bright that it swallowed the entire battlefield in its radiance. For a few moments, everything was engulfed in that brilliance, as though the world itself had been washed away by an unknown force.

The pillar of light remained for several seconds before it slowly faded.

Silence followed.

Kazreth had stopped moving.

His eyes narrowed slightly as he looked back.

For the first time since his arrival, something felt wrong.

That white light had given him a sense of danger.

It was not overwhelming like the Primarchsʼ power, nor was it destructive like his own. It was something else entirely, something unfamiliar that stirred a rare sense of caution within him.

Then he saw it.

Maxʼs body moved.

The figure that had been reduced to a lifeless shell slowly began to rise from the center of the crater. The broken form that should have been beyond recovery stood up once again.

Yet something was different.

Very different.

Kazrethʼs expression shifted as he observed him closely.

The boy who had stood before him moments ago was no longer the same. There was something fundamentally wrong with his body now, something that felt ominous to him, something that even Kazreth could not immediately understand.