Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100

Chapter 578: Realm Binding Pearl

Lord Harthorne smiled, clearly satisfied with Max’s selections. ”Excellent choices,” he said. ”Each of them is ranked at the top of their class. They’ll serve you well on the road ahead.”

Max gave a satisfied nod as he put the three chosen techniques away, their auras slowly fading into the depths of his spatial ring.

Although he had wanted a pure, attack-based lightning technique, none of the ones presented had truly spoken to him. Some were flashy, others devastating, but they all lacked the depth or versatility he craved.

As he had suspected, most of them were simply variations or fragments of what he already possessed within the Ten Hands of Lightning God—a legacy technique he hadn’t fully mastered yet but one that held tremendous potential.

Reading the descriptions of the lightning techniques only confirmed it for him—they overlapped too much with what he already had.

’I guess I’ll need to revisit and revise the Ten Hands of Lightning God or I can make my own lightning technique,’ Max mused, turning his head toward Lord Harthorne with the intention of asking about the legendary rank skill.

But before he could even open his mouth, Lord Harthorne raised a hand and, with a slight flick of his fingers, tossed a scroll toward Max. ”Take this skill,” he said casually, as if it were just a minor gesture, though his eyes gleamed with intention.

Max caught the scroll smoothly and checked its status.

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[Void Call]

– Rank: [Legendary]

– Description: A skill that allows the user to shoot into the sky. The level of mastery determines how far the user can travel.

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”Interesting...” Max murmured as he studied it. His mind flashed back to a memory—the moment the Young Monarch, after being gravely wounded during their battle, had turned into a streak of light and vanished into the horizon without a trace.

That blinding escape, that instantaneous retreat... this was the same kind of technique.

Max could already envision its value. He was soon heading toward the Middle Domain, a place teeming with dangers, powers, and uncertainties beyond what the Lower Domain could ever prepare him for.

If he ever found himself in a situation where death was inevitable, Void Call would become his final lifeline—his path to survival.

”I’ll take it,” Max said without hesitation, immediately opening the scroll and letting the skill registered in his system.

”Your last reward,” Lord Harthorne reminded calmly, his gaze steady, ”is that you may choose any item of the highest rank from this hall.”

Max nodded slowly, already aware of the final reward, but now came the challenge of choosing something that would be of lasting value.

He closed his eyes briefly, thinking through his needs. It was then, like a whisper from the back of his mind, that he recalled something.

”Is there anything here that is of Demigod Rank?” Max asked curiously, opening his eyes. The term sounded distant and mythical, but he had never forgotten it. Blob had mentioned about this rank.

Lord Harthorne raised his brows faintly, a hint of approval flashing across his face before he nodded. ”Demigod Rank does exist,” he said. ”It is the highest rank for skills and techniques within the Mortal Realm—but they are extremely rare and even more difficult to master. Most of them require the user to have already reached at least level 3 or above in their concept comprehension. Without that, they can’t even begin the first step of learning the technique.”

His voice turned more serious. ”And as for skills of Demigod Rank—those are as rare as the gods themselves. It’s no exaggeration. Finding one is already a miracle. That’s why almost all techniques within the Treasure Hall are Legendary Rank—we know that most of those who come here, even the most gifted, haven’t yet reached the threshold needed to learn a Demigod technique.”

Max nodded in understanding. It made sense now. That explained why, even with all his battles, growth, and victories, he had never stumbled upon a single mention of a Demigod Rank technique. They weren’t just hidden—they were nearly unreachable.

After a moment of silent thought, his gaze shifted. ”Do you have anything... related to dragons?” he asked, his voice steady but intent. ”Anything at all will do.”

Lord Harthorne’s eyes narrowed slightly in curiosity, sensing there was more behind the question, but he didn’t press for details. Instead, he nodded and turned to his screen once again. ”Let me see...” he muttered, tapping a series of options.

After a few seconds, a lone cube detached from the far end of the hall and floated gently toward them. Inside, sealed within a second smaller orb, was a piece of preserved flesh—a dark, dense piece of meat that radiated a faint, ancient pressure.

”This,” Lord Harthorne explained, ”is flesh from a draconic species. They weren’t pure dragons, but a close bloodline descendant. Still powerful. Still noble. The blood within it is potent and can awaken reactions in anyone with dragon lineage or draconic traits.”

Max stepped closer, his eyes fixed on the piece of flesh. The moment he laid eyes on it, he felt it—his blood surged, burning with a hunger he hadn’t realized was there. His dragon essence stirred restlessly, eager.

”I’ll take it,” he said at once, not hesitating. He reached into the cube, his hand phasing through the protective hologram, and grasped the orb containing the flesh.

As he stored it safely away, a deep sense of satisfaction settled in his chest. He had chosen well. All his choices.

”I need to leave now,” Max said, his voice calm but resolute as he looked at Lord Harthorne and Lady Virelia. His time in the Obsidian Dragon City had come to an end, and with all his rewards secured, he knew it was time to go home.

Hearing him, Lady Virelia stepped forward with quiet grace, her expression gentle yet serious. She extended her hand, revealing a small, pearl-like object nestled in her palm. It softly glowed with a faint blue hue, like a droplet of moonlight captured in crystal.

”Keep this with you at all times,” she said, placing it carefully into Max’s hand. ”It is an anchor—known as the Realm Binding Pearl. Right now, it’s attuned to the Black Dragon Realm of the Divine Realm. If, or rather when, you ascend to the Divine Realm, this pearl will pull you toward a planet within the Black Dragon Realm. I will know the moment you arrive.”

Her tone grew more pointed. ”Without it, you will ascend randomly to one of the many planets under the Verdant Sky Realm, and that includes planets like Acaris. You would know no one. No allies. No guidance. And in the Divine Realm, that can be fatal.”

Max’s gaze lingered on the pearl for a moment before he gave a small nod and stored it safely within his spatial pocket. He understood exactly what she meant.

This wasn’t just a token—it was a lifeline. Without it, his ascension would be like a blind leap into a storm. But with it, he would land in the Black Dragon Realm, where Lady Virelia held influence and would be aware of his presence.

It was more than a safety net—it was a way to ensure he wasn’t alone the moment he stepped into a world infinitely larger and more dangerous than the one he knew.

’This is a very important thing,’ Max noted to himself, mentally tagging the pearl as something he could never afford to lose.

The Divine Realm was not a place to wander without direction, and Max had no intention of starting at a disadvantage when that moment came.