Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100

Chapter 743: Arrival of Ascendants

Its movements were not the wild, reckless lunges of a feral beast; instead, it charged with deliberate purpose, eyes tracking Max’s every subtle shift in stance, its clawed limbs moving in coordinated strides as though it understood exactly how to breach his defenses.

Black muscles rippled beneath its slick, glistening hide, each step sending clods of earth and gore flying as it bore down on him like a living juggernaut. Yet even as the creature’s killing intent roared around him like a hurricane, Max remained calm, his expression hardening into a mask of cold determination.

He gripped the hilt of his sword, feeling the familiar weight settle into his hand, the blade vibrating faintly as he channeled his strength through it. Summoning his power, he activated his Level 2 Concept of Severing Sword, an aura of condensed, razor-sharp energy gathering along the gleaming edge of his weapon until it shimmered like a blade forged from pure starlight. With a single, precise motion, Max swung his sword.

A blinding arc of sword light exploded outward, slicing through the air with a sound like tearing silk, so swift and devastating that it seemed to momentarily cleave reality itself. The abnormal Null had barely raised its clawed limbs in a defensive posture when the shimmering blade of energy passed through its body.

For an instant, the monstrous creature froze mid-charge, eyes wide and mouth gaping open as a thin, bright line of light appeared bisecting its form from shoulder to hip. Then, with a wet, sickening shluck, the Null’s massive frame split neatly in two, the two halves sliding apart like sections of a felled tree, dark blood gushing in thick torrents as its viscera spilled onto the trampled earth below.

The monstrous halves collapsed to the ground with twin crashes, sending shockwaves of gore and black ichor spraying across the battlefield.

Max lowered his sword, exhaling slowly, his eyes flicking over the ruined carcass of the abnormal Null.

’There are so many Null corpses scattered across the battlefield... and just as many humans,’ Max mused silently, his eyes sweeping across the grisly landscape around him, taking in the mountains of twisted, blackened carcasses sprawled across the blood-soaked earth.

Gouts of dark Null blood glistened like spilled oil beneath the shifting crimson sky, mingling with rivers of human blood that snaked through cracks in the churned-up soil. Severed limbs, shattered weapons, and fragments of shattered armor littered the ground like gruesome confetti, a stark reminder of how deadly and relentless the clash had already been—and this was only the beginning.

’If I could just devour all of this...’ Max thought, feeling a dangerous flicker of hunger stir deep in his chest, echoing the dark powers lurking within him. ’I’m bound to level up at least one time.’

The notion pulsed temptingly at the edge of his mind, an almost tangible possibility hanging there like forbidden fruit, but before he could entertain the thought any further, a violent surge of energy rippled through the battlefield like a rolling tidal wave.

His Three Dimensional Body flared to full alert, his senses honing in on a sudden, powerful fluctuation of very dark energy emanating from far beyond the immediate melee.

Max spun around sharply, his eyes narrowing into slits as he peered through the chaos. In the distance, emerging like a black storm front across the bloodstained horizon, came an advancing mass that made the earlier waves of Nulls look like mere ripples in a pond.

Hundreds of towering Nulls surged forward, their dark bodies radiating murderous energy, each one monstrous and unique—bulging limbs, twisted spines, clusters of glimmering eyes, and glistening maws filled with razor teeth.

These were not the low-level fodder that had come before; their auras crackled with dense, suffocating power, marking them as Level 4, Level 5, and Level 6 Champion Rank Nulls, each one strong enough to massacre entire squads of ordinary experts.

But what truly made the blood freeze in Max’s veins was what stalked alongside these high-level Nulls, leading the charge with deadly purpose. Ascendants. Not one or two, but many Ascendants, each cloaked in a searing, malevolent energy that sent crackling distortions rippling through the crimson air around them.

And these were no ordinary Ascendants—their forms were completely engulfed in grotesque transformations, bodies reshaped into monstrous parodies of monstrous void-spawn. Their skin had turned slick and black as obsidian, limbs lengthened or twisted into unnatural weapons, their feature face had only one glowing ring, and jagged horns or spines protruded from their skulls and backs.

Each was a living engine of destruction, their mere presence radiating suffocating pressure that pressed down on the battlefield like a great hand squeezing the life out of the air.

’The difficulty just suddenly rose to an all-time high,’ Max thought grimly, feeling a cold weight settle in his gut as he watched these monstrous figures advance, leading the seething tide of powerful Nulls.

He knew better than anyone how dangerous such beings were. He had fought against fully transformed Vespers before—not once, but twice—and the memory still lingered like acid on his soul.

The difference between a fully transformed Ascendant and an ordinary expert of the same rank was like the chasm between heaven and earth; they were vastly stronger, more cunning, and infinitely harder to kill.

Ordinary 2-star geniuses would simply have no chance if they faced these monsters head-on. Even some powerful 2-star geniuses, if caught unprepared, could easily fall to a Vesper’s savage onslaught.

’The Ascendant leading the raid with other Ascendants... he’s too strong!’ Max’s gaze sharpened as he zeroed in on one figure striding at the very forefront of the advancing army.

Unlike the others, whose power Max could roughly estimate despite their terrifying transformations, this being’s strength lay utterly hidden from his senses, cloaked in an impenetrable veil that set every instinct in Max’s body screaming in alarm.

’Legend Rank Ascendant,’ Max guessed silently, feeling a chill race down his spine as his eyes locked onto that distant silhouette. His intuition told him he was almost certainly correct—and if that was the case, the battlefield was about to become a slaughterhouse of unimaginable proportions.