Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100

Chapter 423: Guidance

As Max hastily darted through the bluish void, weaving through the deadly storm of spatial tears hurling toward him like blades of pure oblivion, his mind raced not just with panic but with calculation.

He forced himself to think clearly, recalling everything he had learned, everything he could currently do with the level 3 Space Aura he had mastered before this trial began.

First, he could teleport—short-range flickers of movement that allowed him to blink a few meters in any direction. It wasnʼt enough to escape the barrage entirely, but it bought him precious seconds, just enough to reposition himself when he was nearly trapped.

Second, he could bind a figure in place for a few seconds using one of his space-based skills, temporarily disrupting the space around a target and freezing them mid-motion. But that wouldnʼt help here—the tears werenʼt living beings. They werenʼt enemies he could trap. They were fragments of raw, mindless destruction.

Third, he could sense strange fluctuations in the space around him, allowing him to detect shifts and distortions before they fully formed. This gave him a slight edge in evasion, warning him of rifts forming in his blind spots—but even that could only do so much when the attacks were endless.

And finally, he could imbue his weapons with Space Aura. It added a strange, ethereal sharpness to his strikes, but space was an advanced and abstract element—more suited for utility and manipulation than raw damage at aura stage. Its use in direct combat was limited at best. The strikes looked impressive, felt smooth, but the impact lacked weight.

ʼNone of these were enough,ʼ Max thought bitterly as he twisted mid-air, a spatial tear missing him by inches. These tools were pieces of the puzzle, but they werenʼt the solution. Not here. Not against a realm designed to break him.

”Kid, youʼve gotten yourself tangled in too many laws,” Blobʼs voice suddenly echoed in Maxʼs mind, calm but laced with the weight of warning. ”And because of that… youʼre not a master of any of them.”

The words struck hard, like a stone dropped into still water. Max frowned as he flew, barely dodging another spatial tear that cracked the air beside him.

ʼWhat does he mean?ʼ he thought, annoyed. He had always believed that learning as many laws as possible was the wisest path—especially since he had all the time in the world. The more he learned, the more versatile, the more powerful heʼd become. That was the logic he had followed all along.

”You donʼt understand,” he muttered back internally. ”The more I learn, the more options I have. That should make me stronger.”

But Blobʼs voice didnʼt waver. ”No, kid. I understand exactly what youʼve been doing. Iʼve watched you. And youʼre wrong.” His tone shifted slightly, becoming more grounded—less a reprimand and more a mentorʼs honest concern.

”Your strange aura… itʼs one of your strongest cards. That aura is no ordinary force. Itʼs composed of several different auras fused into one, and somehow, you managed to merge them. I donʼt know how. Iʼve never seen someone do it. Itʼs unique to you.” There was a pause, then a low sigh. ”But that uniqueness… itʼs also become a shackle.”

Maxʼs heart skipped slightly at those words. A shackle?

”You keep thinking the more auras you merge into it, the stronger it becomes—and yes, thatʼs true to a point,” Blob continued. ”But what youʼre doing is skipping understanding. Every time you learn a new law or grasp a new aura, instead of experimenting with it, instead of pushing it to its limits, or wondering what it might look like at its peak—you rush to merge it into your strange aura. You merge it, strengthen your signature force… and then ignore the law you just learned.”

Blobʼs voice turned sharper. ”Youʼre not cultivating mastery—youʼre stockpiling fuel. Youʼve built a weapon but never learned to wield it.”

Max frowned, the truth sinking in with every word. The storm of spatial tears still hunted him, and yet, somewhere deeper than the fear or panic, Max realized something had gone wrong in his path.

Heʼd learned so many laws… but how many had he truly comprehended? How many had he truly respected, explored, understood? And now, faced with the Concept of Space, he couldnʼt rely on his merged aura or brute knowledge.

”You know,” Blobʼs voice came again, softer now, but laced with something that felt strangely like regret, ”if someone as naturally gifted as you had focused solely on sword aura… then there wouldnʼt be a single law in this world you couldnʼt cut.” His words hung in the air, cutting deeper than any spatial tear ever could.

Maxʼs eyes flickered as he continued to evade the onslaught, but his heart was beginning to slow—not from exhaustion, but from reflection.

Blobʼs voice didnʼt stop. ”If you had chosen to focus on flames, then nothing in this world would escape your fire. Everything would burn. The coldest darkness, the hardest metal, the deepest shadows—all of it. If you had devoted yourself to lightning, there wouldnʼt be a speed you couldnʼt reach, a defense you couldnʼt pierce. And now, standing before the Concept of Space… if you had focused here, these tears wouldnʼt stand a chance against you.”

His tone sharpened just slightly at the end. ”What youʼre doing now, Max… itʼs good. Honestly, itʼs miraculous. Iʼve never seen someone comprehend so many laws, fuse so many conflicting auras into a singular force, and survive it. Let alone thrive. But in doing all this, youʼve forgotten the most important thing.”

Maxʼs brows furrowed as the words settled in.

”Youʼve forgotten where your strength comes from,” Blob finished, his voice firm and final. ”Youʼre not just some collection of powers. Youʼre not just a vessel for laws. Youʼre just a human, Max. And what made you special wasnʼt just that you could learn them—it was how you wielded them. Your understanding. Your will. Your focus. Thatʼs what makes you dangerous. And if you donʼt start remembering that… these laws will consume you before you ever master a single one.” The words sank deep into Maxʼs soul, heavier than any blow he had ever taken. Because he knew. Blob was right.