Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100

Chapter 60: You Fail

The bald-headed man then teleported Max back to the watching section.

”How is it?” Max asked, turning to Ryan and taking deep breaths.

”You made history, just as you said you would.” Ryan replied, smiling.

Max grinned in response, but inside, he was crying. ʼDamn, fighting while holding back, and making it look as if Iʼm at my last breath was more difficult than I expected.ʼ He thought, realizing that the stunt he had just pulled off was far more strenuous than anything he had done until now.

”Let me rest for a bit,” Max said to Ryan as he sat down, taking out some cores to absorb. ʼIʼm not low on mana, but I have to act like I am,ʼ he thought, sighing.

When he observed the othersʼ fights, he had noticed one thing in common: everyone struggled to kill more monsters due to their lack of mana. They drained their mana far too quickly.

ʼBut Iʼm not like them,ʼ Max mused. He understood why he was different. First was the insane amount of cores he absorbed at each level to level up. This made his body full of mana, even though it caused his leveling process to be very slow.

The other reason was his level 100 skills. After getting accustomed to them, Max realized they required far less mana than when they were at the starting levels.

He didnʼt know the exact reason behind it, but what he did know was that he wasted almost no mana when performing a skill now that they had reached level 100.

As Max thought and planned his next moves, a figure appeared in front of him. It was the same middle-aged man from last time, with a burned face.

He stared at Max and said, ”You did well, but you failed the recruitment test.”

Max frowned, his expression turning ugly. ”How did I fail? I set a new record here.”

Even Ryan and the bald-headed man looked at the middle-aged man questioningly.

”Master, he passed the test and even set a new record,” Ryan said, frowning. He was a little displeased by the Masterʼs words.

George, the Master of the Phoenix Order guildʼs branch, glanced at Ryan. ”Donʼt question my decisions.” As he spoke, a heavy aura descended on Ryan, the bald-headed man, and Max.

Ryan and the bald-headed man flinched back from the pressure, while Max appeared unaffected.

”You didnʼt answer me. How did I fail?” Max asked coldly.

”Do I need to?” George walked in front of Max and looked down at him. ”But since you set a new record, Iʼll at least tell you the reason for your failure.” He sneered and continued, ”Itʼs because you simply donʼt possess any affinity for fire, and our guild primarily requires hunters with a high affinity for fire.”

”But Master, didnʼt you see him using fire-related skills just now?” Ryan said at this moment. He definitely wouldnʼt let a genius go to waste just because the Master of the branch failed him.

George turned to Ryan and said, ”You may think Iʼm biased, but Iʼm not. He simply doesnʼt possess any affinity for fire. You and I both know that if his affinity for fire is too low, heʼll never be able to comprehend the true Concept of Fire.”

He added, looking back at Max, ”And a genius who canʼt comprehend a Concept is no genius at all.”

Ryan refused to accept this and argued back, ”We shouldnʼt care about that, Master. The main guild will handle that. Our only task is to send good seeds to the main branch, and what happens after that is no longer our responsibility.”

George looked back at Ryan and said, ”Youʼre right, Ryan, but I simply canʼt send a person with almost zero affinity for fire to the main branch. Theyʼll think that the Dustfall district branch produces trash. Therefore, I canʼt allow that to happen.”

Ryan sighed with a sad expression, feeling pity for Max. He knew the Master was a very resolute man, and once he decided something, it was rare for him to change his mind.

”But still, Master, we should at least give him a chance. He set a new record, a record that will be followed for generations to come,” the bald-headed man protested. He just couldnʼt accept that someone who could create such a record would fail the recruitment test. It didnʼt seem right to him.

George looked at the bald man. ”You too?” He sighed as he exchanged glances with Ryan and the bald-headed man. ”Fine, since you both want to give him a chance, then Iʼll be happy to comply,” he said, flicking his fingers.

Almost instantly, red flames surrounded Max. They were like walls, blocking him from everyone else.

”What are you doing?” Max shouted in panic, feeling the power behind these flames.

”No need to panic,” George said, sneering. ”Iʼve given you a chance. These flames contain the level 1 Concept of Fire. If you can comprehend even a little bit of that concept in an hour, you can extinguish the flames on your own. If you canʼt do that, then it means youʼre simply not suitable for the Phoenix Order guild.”

Max frowned, his face ugly. He hadnʼt expected to face such a situation, even after showcasing some strength.

”Is there really a concept in these flames?” Max asked, turning to Ryan for confirmation. He couldnʼt believe George at all. He needed to be sure that these flames surrounding him contained the level 1 Concept of Fire. Otherwise, he would be a fool searching for a speck of truth in a boundless ocean.

”Yeah. The flames do contain the level 1 Concept of Fire,” Ryan said, sighing. He didnʼt believe Max would be able to comprehend anything from these flames within an hour. It wasnʼt that he didnʼt want to believe in Max, but it was just that one hour was too short a time to understand something as mysterious as a concept.

After getting the confirmation from Ryan, Max sat down cross-legged, his mind focusing entirely on the flames. ʼAn hour meaning a year in the Dimension of Time, but is that enough?ʼ he doubted, but he didnʼt let these thoughts affect him.

Max stared deeply into the swirling red flames before him, his mind narrowing to a singular focus. He could feel the searing heat radiating off the fire, the way it shifted and danced with fluidity, and the raw, untamed destructiveness it carried.

Every flicker and ember seemed to pulse with a life of its own, carrying whispers of ancient energy.

”Flames… Fire… Theyʼre the same,” he muttered to himself. His thoughts began to weave together, connecting the sensations he perceived—the scorching heat, the endless motion, the consuming power.

Closing his eyes, Max extended his senses further as he entered the Dimension of Time, feeling the very essence of the flames. It was as if he could hear the fireʼs roar, not with his ears but with his soul. At that moment, understanding dawned on him.

The heat coursing through his skin wasnʼt just physical—it was the manifestation of fireʼs very nature, its aura. He felt it now, not as an external force but as something he could grasp, something he could wield.

The aura of fire wasnʼt just destruction; it was energy, creation, and transformation. As his comprehension deepened, the flames no longer seemed chaotic but alive, obeying a rhythm only he could sense.

Slowly but steadily, he began to understand something—something very faint that was almost impossible to grasp.