Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100

Chapter 647: A Realm of Inheritance

On top of that, the system confirmed that his compatibility with Violet Lightning had increased to 30%—and that alone left Max momentarily stunned.

It was another unexpected gain, because the last time he had made any measurable progress in controlling the Violet Lightning was back when he trained inside the Tower of Truth.

He clearly remembered the frustration and excitement from those intense sessions, where he had pushed his body and spirit to the edge trying to grasp the unruly power.

After countless years of training in the Dimension of Time, he had barely managed to increase his compatibility to 20%.

At the time, Max had speculated that the sudden improvement came from two critical factors—the first being his successful comprehension of the first level of Concept of Lightning, which gave him a foundational understanding of lightning’s essence; and the second was his repeated use of the Dimension of Time, which allowed him to accelerate his training and refine control over the chaotic Violet Lightning.

These two combined had nudged his compatibility from ten percent to twenty percent, and even that had taken effort beyond reason.

But now, seeing it leap by another 10% without direct focus on the Violet Lightning itself, Max couldn’t help but wonder. Was it because of his recent breakthrough to the second level of Concept of Lightning? Or was the sudden awakening of the Floor of Inheritance within the Dimension of Lightning somehow responsible for accelerating his bond with the violet lightning?

He wasn’t entirely sure which event triggered the increase—or if it was the synergy of both—but honestly, that didn’t matter. Progress was progress. Power was power. No matter the source, Max welcomed the growth with open arms, a quiet confidence forming in his chest.

All of it was unexpected, and yet it made sense. He was evolving, and so were his dimensions.

”Let’s see what inheritances are in the Floor of Inheritance,” Max muttered under his breath, his voice filled with eager anticipation as he let his consciousness dive into the Dimension of Lightning.

A familiar sensation greeted him—a humming pressure in the air, a storm-like thrum that sent tingles across his skin as if lightning itself was whispering in the dark. Within moments, he found himself standing once again at the foot of the ancient altar that towered at the heart of the dimension.

Above it, as always, six colored lightning bolts hovered in a slow, swirling dance. Indigo, blue, green, yellow, orange, and red—they crackled and shimmered with untamed power, floating in a perfect circle like elemental gods standing watch.

These were the legendary Seven Lightnings of Judgment. But one color was missing. Violet. The seventh lightning, the weakest among them, was no longer there. Because it was no longer just a lightning force—it had already become part of Max himself.

His gaze lingered on the remaining six bolts high above the altar. Though they were technically within his Dimension of Lightning, Max couldn’t feel any real connection to them.

They might as well have been locked away in a vault of divinity, completely out of his reach. There was no reaction when he called to them, no flicker of response when he extended his aura or thoughts toward them. They remained dormant, sealed.

But his violet lightning—now a living force within his body—was entirely different. He could sense it in every breath, every movement. It was a part of him now, not just as an energy but as a trait. That was why he could wield it while the others remained silent.

’I wonder when I’ll finally be able to use the rest,’ Max thought to himself, eyes narrowing as his gaze lingered on the rotating bolts of power.

His guess? It had to be after he achieved 100% compatibility with the violet lightning. That would probably act as a key, a threshold that would unlock access to the others.

And from what he could tell, the violet lightning wasn’t just the weakest in raw power—it was the starting point, the foundation. The red lightning, flickering the most violently above, seemed to exude the greatest aura of dominance.

It made sense. Only after having 100% compatibility over violet lightning could he hope to control the other six lightnings of Seven Lightnings of Judgment.

Then his gaze turned towards a door that wasn’t previously there whenever Max had entered the Dimension of Lightning before. Above it was written in gold words: Floor of Inheritance.

Max excitedly reached out to the door, opened it and walked inside.

Immediately, he felt like he arrived in a new world. His breath caught in his throat. It was no longer just the chaotic realm of the Dimension of Lightning; this was something else entirely. A hidden world within a world. A realm of inheritance.

What stretched before him was a vast and endless sky, dark yet glowing with streaks of silver and violet lightning that webbed across the atmosphere like celestial veins.

Floating islands drifted lazily through this charged void, each one unique in shape and terrain—some looked like broken temples, others resembled inverted mountains suspended upside down, and a few shimmered like glass spires with lightning flickering inside their translucent walls.

On each island, glowing monoliths stood tall, etched with runes pulsing in different hues of lightning—red, azure, gold, violet, and more. They were the inheritance vaults.

Max could feel it without needing to be told—each monolith contained a unique legacy, a piece of knowledge or power left behind by some long-forgotten master of lightning. Some monoliths were silent and serene, others crackled wildly with storms of energy that made the very space around them distort.

A few islands even had ghostly projections of their creators, silently practicing techniques or meditating within the lightning storms, forever looping their final insights for the chosen ones to observe and learn.

What made this world even more extraordinary was the way time bent and shifted around it.

Max noticed immediately that some islands moved faster than others—on one, a lightning dragon was coiled in a deep slumber, and the clouds above it rushed by like decades passing in seconds.

On another, everything was still, as though frozen in the moment of a lightning strike. It wasn’t just a realm of trials—it was a realm where laws, concepts, and time itself bowed to the will of lightning. A world built by the very essence of storms and destruction and refined into perfect legacy.

Max stood there for a while, stunned by the surreal beauty and majesty of the Floor of Inheritance. It wasn’t just a place to grow stronger—it was a world designed for ascension, for comprehension, for evolution. And every single island, every monolith, every spark in the air, whispered one thing to him: Come... and claim what you are worthy of.

There were thousands of such floating islands scattered across the boundless expanse of the realm, each one suspended in mid-air like a forgotten relic of an ancient civilization, glowing softly beneath the ever-present storm-lit sky.

”Does that mean there are thousands of inheritances in the Floor of Inheritance?” Max muttered, his voice trembling with a mix of awe and thrill. His heart pounded with anticipation as the thought settled in his mind. It made sense.

This was no ordinary place—it was the legendary Floor of Inheritance, a realm born from the Dimension of Lightning.

At this moment Max realized he had only scratched the surface of his SSS rank class: Dimensional Keeper.