Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100

Chapter 986: A War?

Max stood on the shattered rooftop of the hidden city, dust clinging to his bloodstained clothes, his breathing steady but heavy. His eyes swept across the battlefield below, his Three Dimensional Body active, scanning every movement, every clash of force that made the entire underground tremble.

The hidden city was no longer hidden—it had turned into a battlefield of gods and monsters.

Thousands of Direkins surged out of the broken chambers, their monstrous humanoid bodies blotting out the light. Some bore the heads of wolves, others of bulls, hawks, serpents, and beasts Max couldn’t even recognize.

Their roars shook the air as they hurled themselves forward, golden claws, razor teeth, and beastly techniques painting the battlefield in blood.

Against them, the six elders of the Black Lotus Guild and Elder Liam stood like unmovable titans. Each was a Divine Rank powerhouse, their presence alone bending the atmosphere around them.

Max clenched his fists. ’This is no ordinary battle. This is war.’

He looked around and found Elder Liam at the very center. his 4th level spear concept raging like a storm. Max could see the concepts manifest, countless ethereal spears rotating in a vortex around him.

Every thrust of his long spear tore open the void, skewering dozens of Direkins at once. Their monstrous roars cut short as their bodies were torn apart, golden blood spraying across the stone ground.

Yet Elder Liam wasn’t fighting ordinary beasts. The Direkins fought with coordinated fury—giant bulls charging with Earth Tremor Stomps, falcon-headed monsters unleashing Sky-Splitting Screeches that sent waves of sonic blades across the battlefield.

Still, Liam held his ground, his spear splitting the attacks apart as he roared, ”Die, beasts!”

Same was the case for Elder Owen.

Elder Owen was like a walking inferno. His black flames blazed endlessly, forming dragons, serpents, and colossal whips of fire that lashed out with devastating might. Max watched as Owen spread his arms wide—his firestorm swept through a wave of Direkins, burning them to ash within seconds.

But the beasts adapted. A massive rhino-headed Direkin smashed through the flames, its body glowing with stone-like armor. Elder Owen met it head-on, his black flames condensing into a blade that cut the beast in half.

Still, Max could see it cost him stamina. Fighting dozens of Divine Rank Direkins, even for someone of Owen’s strength, was no small feat.

The six elders of the Black Lotus Guild were also not someone to underestimated.

Each of the six was a monster in their own right. One wielded sword concept, his blade dancing like lightning, severing beast heads with every swing. Another summoned a giant shadow lotus that swallowed Direkins whole, crushing them within layers of petals forged from darkness.

Others hurled seals, chains, and techniques Max couldn’t even recognize—one even commanded the power of gravity, dragging Direkins into the ground before exploding them into dust.

Still, the Direkins were endless. For every beast slain, more surged forward, their claws raking against defenses, their roars shaking the sky. Even Divine Rank powerhouses had to give ground.

Max’s heart pounded as he watched one elder get struck by three beasts at once, his defenses shattered, his arm torn open before he retaliated by burning them alive in black fire. Blood sprayed everywhere.

’Even with their power... it isn’t easy. Against a thousand Direkins, even they are being pushed to the edge.’

”You two bastards... You are facing me!” Just then a loud shout erupted and Leone appeared blocking the paths of Elder Liam and Elder Owen.

Leone. The lion-headed Direkin, his golden flames roaring like the sun itself, stood against Elder Liam and Elder Owen alone.

”I was going for you, you know.” Elder Liam said sneering.

”Overestimating yourself.” Leone said calmly as he brandished his fists.

Every time his fist struck, golden firestorms erupted, reducing the stone streets to molten lava. Every time he roared, shockwaves ripped apart the battlefield, sending weaker Direkins and humans flying.

Elder Liam’s spear clashed against Leone’s golden claws, each strike sending sparks across the sky. The 4th level spear concept manifested as a titanic spear shadow, colliding head-on with Leone’s golden lion phantom.

Boom!

The entire city quaked from the impact. Max shielded his face from the shockwave, his body trembling.

Elder Owen struck from the side, his black flames condensing into a serpent that lunged at Leone. The golden lion roared and shredded it apart, scattering black fire across the battlefield.

”Two of you against me... and still you think you can win?” Leone sneered, his golden eyes glowing with malice.

”We don’t think. We know.” Elder Liam spat, thrusting his spear forward once more.

The battle between the three titans painted the sky in gold, black, and silver—fire, spear shadows, and flame serpents colliding in devastating explosions.

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Max clenched his jaw as he watched from the sidelines. His role wasn’t to dive in—not yet. He had neither the strength nor the right to clash in that storm. But he observed everything, his Three Dimensional Body memorizing every technique, every weakness, every clash of power.

The battlefield was soaked in blood. Direkins screamed as they fell, their corpses littering the ruins. But the Black Lotus Elders were still standing. Tired, bloodied, burned—but unbroken.

The Direkin horde had been pushed back. Their thousands had dwindled into the hundreds. Their tide was slowing.

But the fight between Leone and Elder Liam with Elder Owen had yet to reach its peak. The true storm was still building.

Max exhaled slowly, the sound leaving his chest heavy, almost weary. His eyes narrowed, reflecting the chaos and the carnage before him. ’I feel truly powerless in a battle of such level.’

All around, titanic powers clashed—Direkins roaring, Black Lotus Elders tearing them apart with techniques that could split mountains, and the lion-headed beast Leone locking Elder Liam and Elder Owen in a world-shattering duel. Max’s gaze lingered on the battlefield.

Even the weakest Direkin here... their auras were suffocating, each one at least 5th level of Mythic Rank.

Against one, Max was confident—he could win if he went all out. Against a dozen, perhaps he could escape by burning through his trump cards. But a hundred? Thousands? That was suicide. He clenched his fists. No matter how much he had grown, compared to these titans, he was still just a seedling.

So he chose restraint. He would observe. He would endure. And he would remember.

But fate didn’t grant him the luxury of waiting.