Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100

Chapter 456: A Guest? Army?

Max could only sigh heavily, the burden of the truth crushing down on him. His heart ached with the enormity of his mistake.

Just then, a thought suddenly crossed Maxʼs mind, breaking through the heavy atmosphere like a sudden crack of thunder. He narrowed his eyes and asked, voice tinged with suspicion, ”It seems like you know everything... then why didnʼt you stop me when I was about to remove the sword from the altar? Why didnʼt you just, you know, seal that remnant soul before it could cause all this mess? If you had done that, none of this wouldʼve happened.”

Lucian smiled wryly, a hint of helplessness in his expression. ”Max, itʼs not that simple,” he said, shaking his head slightly. ”I only learned about all of this later—after the humans from the Valora Continent started arriving here. I pieced things together through them and through my own personal research. Before that, I had no real understanding of Markʼs situation.”

Max frowned, still not satisfied. ”But couldnʼt you have dealt with that remnant soul earlier? Like, way before it grew strong?”

Lucian chuckled lightly, almost as if Max had asked an innocent but foolish question. ”Sadly,” he said, looking directly at Max, ”I wasnʼt born at that time.” He paused meaningfully, then added with a small grin, ”Iʼm the same age as you, Max. Iʼm sixteen years old.”

Max just stared at him, utterly blank-faced, as if Lucian had just told him the moon was made of cheese. His mind simply refused to process the words for a moment.

Sixteen? Sixteen years old? That was absurd. That was impossible. Divine Rank experts were beings of legend, ancient figures who had walked the world for centuries, not boys barely old enough to be called men.

”What? You donʼt believe me?” Lucian asked dramatically, pretending to clutch his chest in devastation. ”Nobody ever believes me when I tell them my age. Iʼm telling the truth—I really am sixteen years old!”

Max slowly raised one brow, his voice dry and skeptical. ”Sixteen years old... and youʼre a Divine Rank expert?”

Lucian beamed proudly, nodding without a hint of shame. ”Yup. I awakened my class when I was just a week old,” he said casually, like it was the most natural thing in the world. ”By the time I was a month old, my consciousness had fully formed. I reached the Novice Rank before I was even half a year old. And by the time I turned ten…” he smiled a little wider, his eyes twinkling with mischief and pride, ”I reached the Divine Rank.”

Max was dumbfounded, utterly speechless. His mind completely blanked out for a few seconds as he stared at Lucian like he was some sort of ancient mythical creature wrapped in the body of a teenager.

Max had always known he was considered a monster for his growth speed and combat strength among his peers—but standing in front of Lucian, he felt like a child staring up at a mountain.

A week old and he awakened his class? A month old and he had a full grown consciousness? Divine Rank by ten?! That wasnʼt monstrous—that was simply unnatural, a complete violation of what he understood to be possible.

Maxʼs chest tightened as the full absurdity of it sank in. Compared to him, Lucian was beyond the realm of genius—he was something that shouldnʼt even exist in the same reality. A once-in-an-era freak of nature, a true definition of a monster born from heaven and earth.

And here he was, smiling at Max like it was all no big deal. Max didnʼt even know whether to laugh, cry, or just give up trying to compare himself at all.

”Buddy, you arenʼt joking with me, are you?” Max asked, almost crying, his face twisted in a strange mix of disbelief and helplessness. The weight of everything he had just heard about Lucianʼs so-called ”growth” was just too much for his mind to accept. It sounded so ridiculous, so impossible, that his heart ached trying to process it.

”Why would I joke with you?” Lucian replied, smiling easily, as if he had just said the most ordinary thing in the world.

Max threw his hands up in exasperation. ”Because what you said just... doesnʼt make any sense at all!” he burst out, shaking his head. ”A week old and awakening your class? A month old and gaining consciousness? Divine Rank at ten? Come on!”

”But I am telling you the truth,” Lucian said again, smiling wryly, like someone used to explaining the same unbelievable thing over and over again. ”Anyway, getting back to the point, around five months ago, I first sensed Markʼs presence. It was terrifying... like a shadow swallowing the world. And from that day on, I began my research into him. Everything I told you just now is the result of what I uncovered.”

”You found out all of that... in just five months?” Max asked, absolutely stunned. Gathering even small pieces of ancient history usually took guilds and empires centuries, and here was Lucian, casually claiming to have figured out the truth behind an immortal soul in less than half a year.

Lucian laughed lightly. ”Well, the power I come from specializes in intelligence gathering,” he said with a wink. ”They already had ancient records, sealed reports about the three souls of Mark being trapped in different places around the world. I just... followed the threads. Did a bit of my own digging too, you know?”

Max nodded slowly, his mind still refusing to completely accept everything he was hearing. ʼThereʼs no way,ʼ he thought bitterly. ʼNo way someone could grow that fast...ʼ No matter how casual Lucian made it sound, it just defied logic, reason, everything Max understood about cultivation and the world itself.

Until he saw some undeniable proof, Max decided he would keep a healthy dose of doubt about this so-called sixteen-year-old Divine Rank monster.

”You know—” Lucian was just about to continue, his tone light and casual, when suddenly, his head snapped sharply to the side.

His golden-red eyes narrowed into slits, gleaming like twin blades under the dim light.

For a long moment, he said nothing, just stared intently at the empty space beyond Max, as if he could already see something approaching from far away. Then, finally, he spoke, his voice still calm but carrying a new, steely undercurrent that hadnʼt been there before.

”Looks like we have a guest,” Lucian said, his grin widening in a way that made Maxʼs skin prickle. ”And not just one... but an army.”

”An army?!” Maxʼs eyes narrowed instantly, his heart beating a little faster as he turned his gaze toward the direction Lucian was staring.

ʼAn army? Here?ʼ He wondered if the elves, the humans of the Lost Continent, or maybe even the demons, had suddenly declared war or if something far worse had stirred.

A silent tension filled the air, heavy and electric, but before Max could voice another question, Lucian simply smiled and gestured lazily with his hand. A crack formed in the space before Max, shimmering slightly, swirling like a portal that led to somewhere far beyond this room.

”You go,” Lucian said, his voice light, as if he were suggesting Max step out for a casual stroll rather than throwing him straight into a potential battlefield.