Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100

Chapter 1930: Celebrations!

The Eternal Hourglass disappeared from his vision. For an instant, there was only silence and flowing golden light. Then the world changed.

Max appeared back in the Black Dragon Clan. The moment his feet touched the ground, a thunderous roar hit him from every direction.

”Max!”

”Champion!”

”Max Morgan!”

”The champion has returned!”

It felt like the entire Black Dragon Clan had gathered to welcome him. The main square was packed with disciples, elders, branch members, family guards, servants, retainers, and powerful figures from every faction in the clan.

Huge banners had already gone up across the sky, black and gold dragon flags flapped in the wind, and countless celebration formations sent streams of light into the heavens. Dragon-shaped fireworks burst above the clan grounds, spelling out Max’s name again and again in blazing golden letters.

[Max Morgan]

[Cosmic Ascension Conference Champion]

The cheering grew even louder the moment everyone saw him standing there. Many young disciples shouted until their voices cracked. Some looked at him like they were seeing the future of the Black Dragon Clan itself.

Even elders who normally kept a strict, dignified air were smiling openly, their eyes full of pride and disbelief. The Black Dragon Clan had sent Max to the Cosmic Ascension Conference as a top-tier genius, but he had come back as the undisputed champion with a perfect record.

That changed everything. This win didn’t belong to Max alone anymore. In the eyes of the clan, it belonged to the whole Black Dragon Clan too.

Lady Virelia stood at the front of the crowd. Her expression stayed calm, but the pride in her eyes was impossible to hide. She looked at Max for a few breaths before a faint smile crossed her face.

”You did well.”

Those three words were simple, but to the people who knew her, they carried a lot of weight.

Max smiled faintly. ”I only did what I had to do.”

Mathew Grimes laughed loudly from the side. ”Only did what you had to do? Brat, you beat every monster in that conference and came back with twenty-four wins and zero losses. Do you know how many old clans probably can’t sleep right now because of you?”

Several family heads laughed along, while some elders nodded with serious looks.

One elder said, ”From today on, the name Max Morgan won’t just be treated as a rising genius. It’ll be treated as the name of a future overlord.”

Another elder added, ”No force out there will dare look down on the Black Dragon Clan’s younger generation again.”

The disciples roared once more.

”Future overlord!”

”Champion Max!”

”Black Dragon Clan’s pride!”

Max looked out at the sea of excited faces and felt something strange in his chest. He’d faced storms of lightning, abyssal gates, void nullification, sword thrones, war bodies, and divine light, and countless deadly techniques, without his expression really changing much.

But now, standing in front of the clan that had watched him rise through the conference, hearing them celebrate him so sincerely, he felt something quieter settle inside him.

For a moment, his thoughts drifted to his mother, his father, his sister, Caroline, Nancy, Jessica, and everyone else tied to the truth behind his bloodline and his past. Winning the Cosmic Ascension Conference wasn’t the end. It was just a step. An important one, but still just a step.

Aurelian still had the stolen source. His parents were still locked away. The people behind the old betrayal were still out there. There were still enemies waiting beyond this celebration.

But today, at least for this moment, Max let himself smile.

The crowd saw that smile and exploded again.

Lady Virelia’s smile deepened a little. Mathew Grimes stepped forward and clapped Max hard on the shoulder, though the impact meant nothing to Max after everything he’d been through.

”Come,” Mathew said with a grin. ”The whole clan has been waiting to celebrate. Don’t think you can come back as champion and just quietly disappear like nothing happened.”

Max looked at the overflowing crowd, the banners in the sky, the cheering disciples, and the elders watching with shining eyes. Then he sighed lightly, though the smile stayed on his face.

”Looks like I don’t have a choice.”

Lady Virelia said calmly, ”You don’t.”

The disciples nearby laughed. The celebration got even louder.

As Max walked forward into the heart of the Black Dragon Clan, voices rose all around him, chanting his name over and over.

Above the clan grounds, dragon-shaped lights circled the sky, and the golden words announcing his championship kept shining like a message to every nearby territory.

The Cosmic Ascension Conference had ended. Max Morgan had come home. And the Black Dragon Clan celebrated the birth of its champion.

The celebration in the Black Dragon Clan didn’t wind down quickly. For a full day and night, the clan grounds stayed brighter than most cities look in broad daylight.

Dragon-shaped fireworks crossed the sky in waves, celebration formations poured golden light over the main square, and disciples kept talking about the Cosmic Ascension Conference again and again, like they were retelling a legend that had just been born in front of them.

Every battle got discussed. Every opponent got brought up. Every moment where Max revealed a new power got repeated with even more excitement than the last telling.

Max himself got dragged from one hall to another, from one group of elders to the next, and from one crowd of disciples to another, until even he started to think that fighting Ervin’s forbidden final spear had been easier than escaping his own clan’s enthusiasm.

Mathew Grimes laughed every time Max tried to slip away quietly, while Lady Virelia watched from the side with a faint smile that made it clear she had no plans to rescue him.

It wasn’t until the second morning that the celebrations finally started to settle. The banners stayed up in the sky, and the golden words announcing Max as the Cosmic Ascension Conference Champion still hung above several major halls, but the big crowds had begun to thin out. Disciples went back to their courtyards with hoarse voices and shining eyes.

Elders returned to their duties with smiles they couldn’t quite hide. The whole Black Dragon Clan seemed to carry a new kind of pride, one that hadn’t come from old history, ancient bloodline status, or inherited power, but from a young man who had stood in front of the strongest geniuses in the Divine Realm and beaten every single one of them.

But before the clan could fully settle back into peace, another announcement shook the upper levels of the Black Dragon Clan.

Lady Virelia was summoned to the central ancestral hall.