Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100

Chapter 587: Invincible!

Just as one of the massive swords was about to pierce its target, the figure’s arm moved—fluid, controlled, precise—and it caught the sword midair like it was nothing more than a falling branch.

And then with a swift motion, the creature spun the blade, and using it as a weapon, began to deflect the rest of the incoming swords, its movements smooth and calculated.

One after another, the giant glowing blades were struck aside, shattered midair, or blocked cleanly by the very sword Max had summoned to destroy it.

Max stood frozen, his eyes wide in disbelief. ’Is that thing… a Master Rank golem?’ he thought, stunned. The implications were staggering. Even at his Limitbreaker Realm, using an Epic Rank skill, he should’ve been able to decimate normal peak Expert Rank warrior without breaking a sweat.

But this creature hadn’t just resisted the attack—it had mastered it, using his own technique against him with terrifying proficiency. It wasn’t brute force—it was awareness, control, technique.

The figure wasn’t just some magical construct. It was a battle-tested monster, forged for war inside the Citadel’s unforgiving depths.

’Let’s see if it can survive one of my strongest skills,’ Max thought grimly, his gaze hardening as he raised his hand toward the sky.

This time, he wasn’t holding back. He activated Magic Swords Excalibur—the Legendary Rank version of his skill so rare and powerful that even among top-tier experts, it could instantly kill any Expert Rank masters according to Max.

And Max wasn’t just using it at base level. This was a skill he had mastered to level 100, just one step away from the Limitbreaker Realm. The air around him trembled, space distorting as energy coalesced above him with blinding brilliance.

Almost instantly, a giant golden sword materialized in the air—Excalibur, a weapon that looked less like a sword and more like a celestial judgment descending from the heavens. Its blade was radiant, glowing with ancient runes, and it hovered high in the air like a second sun rising in the dead of night, casting brilliant golden light across the entire forested maze.

The shadows fled. The wind died. The world seemed to pause.

”Go!” Max roared, and with a crack of sound that split the sky, the massive golden Excalibur began to descend. Its speed was not blinding, but deliberate—slow and crushing, as if the will of the heavens was grinding its way down to obliterate everything in its path.

As it fell, it emitted shockwaves so intense that even Max, standing far from the impact zone, was pushed back several steps, his hair and cloak flaring in the storm of energy. The very ground beneath the maze trembled, and trees cracked and splintered in its presence.

But then—something happened that Max could hardly comprehend.

Just as the Excalibur was about to strike the towering root-and-stone figure, the golem lifted its arms, its limbs of twisted bark and hardened soil pulsing with condensed force. With a sudden motion, it punched upward, its massive fist crashing directly into the base of the descending Excalibur.

Bang!

BOOM!

A deafening explosion tore through the air as the golden sword and the golem’s fist collided. For a second, everything was engulfed in a flash of golden light—and then, to Max’s horror, the Excalibur shattered.

Not slowly. Not as if worn down. It exploded, breaking apart into countless golden fragments that scattered across the sky like broken stars, the echoes of the blast rippling through the forest like a divine heartbeat silenced too soon.

Max stood frozen, the aftermath of the detonation stirring his clothes and tousling his hair. He stared at the unscathed figure, his mind stunned. ’It destroyed my level 100 Legendary Rank skill… with a single punch.’ He was stupefied, horrified even.

And worst of all, the towering root-and-stone figure now stood directly in Max’s path, like an unmovable gatekeeper, its glowing emerald eyes locked onto him with mechanical precision.

’Are all attacks formed from mana useless against it? Or is it simply that strong?’ Max thought grimly, stepping back as the creature resumed its relentless stomping, its steps slow and heavy but terrifyingly certain.

Every instinct screamed at him that this wasn’t a foe he could overcome with skills or flashy techniques—not now.

He began retreating quickly, his mind racing for options, ready to unleash the power of the Black Sun Inheritance if necessary, but just as the thought formed, his Three-Dimensional Body surged with warning—and what he saw next made cold sweat drip down his spine.

It wasn’t just one.

From every corner of the maze, from behind twisting turns and distant shadows, not one, not two, not even three, but tens of those very same humanoid figures—golem-like monsters made of roots, trees, and earth—were charging toward him.

Each moved with unnatural speed and the same chilling presence as the one he’d barely held off. It wasn’t just a battle anymore. It was a hunt, and he was the prey.

’Fuck—I need to get out of here!’ Max cursed inwardly, immediately activating every dash and acceleration skill in his arsenal. His body blurred like a streak of lightning as he shot forward—right past the figure in front of him.

In that single flash, he channeled the full might of his 446 Draconic Essences, flooding his limbs with pure, raw, physical power. His veins bulged, his bones groaned under the pressure, and then—he struck.

BANG!

Max’s fist smashed into the golem’s chest with such force that the impact echoed through the maze like thunder. The creature was blasted off its feet, sent flying backward, its enormous frame slamming into the thick stone wall with enough power to crack it.

Without even waiting to see the aftermath, Max launched himself forward, weaving through the maze’s pathways at breakneck speed. ’If only I could fly here...’ he muttered to himself, but this zone seemed to suppress flight, and the labyrinth above was too tightly packed to even attempt leaping across paths.

Just when he allowed himself the faintest relief, his Three-Dimensional Body flared again—and what he saw made his heart sink. The golem he had punched with everything—the one that should’ve been crippled—was already standing.

Not only standing, but chasing him, completely unharmed, its body uncracked, its movements as steady and menacing as before.

’Fuck them!’ Max thought, gritting his teeth, rage and disbelief boiling within him. He was running from monsters that defied logic, defied force, defied magic.

But just then, his Three-Dimensional Body picked up something new. Something different. Not monstrous. Human. Multiple human energy signatures, weaving through the maze from another direction—people. Real people.