Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100

Chapter 1944: Success!

The pressure inside the chamber climbed to its highest point, and even Arvantos, who’d been calmly watching from the center, finally looked more serious.

”This is the final imprint,” he said.

The ten geniuses heard him, but none of them could answer.

The final imprint came down.

Boom!

Every genius trembled. Their bloodlines surged violently. Their souls shook. Their bodies gave off different colors of light as the Primordial essence finally stopped acting like a foreign force and started settling in as part of who they were.

The pain hit its peak, so intense that even Max’s consciousness blurred for a fraction of a breath.

Then something inside him opened.

Not a vein. Not a meridian. Not an ordinary bloodline source. It was like an ancient seal, hidden in the deepest part of his new Primordial foundation, had finally acknowledged him.

The system flashed before his vision.

[Primordial Bloodline Transfer Completed.]

[Bloodline Tier Acquired: Tier 4 Primordial Bloodline.]

[Primarch-Level Bloodline Detected.]

[Bloodline Integration Status: Stable.]

Max’s eyes opened slightly.

Tier 4. The highest tier Arvantos had mentioned. The same tier only the Four Primarchs carried.

Even Max, who’d stayed calm through most of the process, felt something shift in his chest at that moment. He’d expected a strong result given his foundation, but seeing the system confirm it still hit different. This wasn’t just a powerful bloodline.

This was a Primarch-level bloodline, rare enough that only four known beings in the whole Primordial Race carried it.

Before he could think it through, the final imprint finished settling into his body. The pain didn’t vanish right away. It slowly pulled back, leaving behind a deep, ancient heat in his blood.

The Bloodline Chamber went quiet. One by one, the beams of light faded. The ten geniuses stayed seated, their bodies still trembling faintly from the aftermath. The bloodline crystals above them had lost their glow and now hung empty, like shells after all their essence had drained out. The runes beneath them kept glowing faintly for a few more breaths before slowly dimming.

Arvantos raised one hand. A wave of gentle Primordial energy passed through the chamber, steadying all ten of them.

”Open your eyes,” he said.

They slowly did.

Some looked exhausted. Some looked pale. Some breathed like they’d just survived a disaster. But every single one of them had changed.

Rakan’s body now carried a faint ancient pressure under his War God aura. Orion’s star marks looked deeper and more refined. Damian’s sword presence felt heavier, like his body itself had picked up a more ancient sharpness.

Ervin’s abyssal aura had turned darker and more stable. Kaiden’s space fluctuations felt smoother and more natural. Morgana’s curse aura had picked up a strange golden-violet undertone. Rosaline’s dawn light had turned purer.

Aurelian’s Heavenly Luminance had grown brighter, though his face stayed tense. Revona’s Void Origin Eyes were quieter than before, but the emptiness inside them now carried a faint ancient ring of Primordial light.

Arvantos looked at them all in silence. Then his eyes shone. The four-colored rings in his pupils rotated once, and an invisible pressure swept through the chamber. It didn’t hurt anyone. It just examined the new bloodlines that had formed inside them.

A moment later, he nodded. ”The transfer has succeeded.”

The ten geniuses looked toward him.

Arvantos continued, ”All of you have received Primordial Bloodlines.”

The mood tightened. Even though they’d already made it through the process, hearing him say it out loud still brought a few quiet sighs of relief.

Then his gaze moved across them one by one.

”Revona. Ervin. Damian Voss. Orion Starfall. Kaiden Voidmere. Rosaline Lunara. Morgana Starveil. Rakan Thorne. Aurelian Lareth.”

He paused briefly. ”All nine of you have received Tier 3 Primordial Bloodlines.”

The chamber fell silent.

Tier 3. Leader Primordial Bloodline. The bloodline carried by the upper rulers and high authorities of the Primordial Race. Even among Primordials, this level stood far above the ordinary.

Any single one of them getting a bloodline like this would have been enough to shake their home forces. For all nine of them to get Tier 3 bloodlines showed just how terrifying this generation’s top ten really was.

Rakan’s eyes went wide. ”Tier 3?”

Orion let out a low laugh. ”That’s higher than I expected.”

Damian Voss stayed calm, but even his gaze had sharpened.

Ervin looked down at his own hand, thoughtful, feeling the new ancient pressure flowing quietly through his blood.

Morgana smiled faintly. ”So all of us turned out fairly valuable.”

Kaiden Voidmere said nothing, but his eyes clearly showed he was already working through the changes in his body.

Aurelian’s stiff expression finally eased up a bit. Tier 3 wasn’t the highest, but it was still a Leader Primordial Bloodline. Even his pride couldn’t brush that off.

Revona looked at Arvantos quietly. She’d already noticed he hadn’t mentioned Max. Everyone else noticed it a moment later too.

The chamber went even quieter.

Arvantos’s eyes moved to Max. A faint smile crossed his face.

”As for Max Morgan.”

Every gaze turned toward Max.

Arvantos spoke slowly, his voice carrying a weight heavy enough to make the whole Bloodline Chamber feel smaller.

”He alone received a Tier 4 Primordial Bloodline.”

The words hit the chamber like thunder.

For several breaths, no one said anything. Even the geniuses who’d just gotten Tier 3 bloodlines couldn’t keep their expressions steady. Tier 3 was already incredible, but Tier 4 was on a completely different level.

Arvantos had said it himself before the transfer started. The fourth tier was the Primarch Bloodline, an extremely rare bloodline only the Four Primarchs, him included, carried.

Now Max had it.

Revona’s pale eyes sharpened slightly.

Ervin stared at Max for a long breath before smiling helplessly.

Damian Voss lowered his gaze for a second, then looked back at Max with even deeper respect.

Orion laughed softly, though there was clear disbelief in his voice. ”Of course he did.”

Rakan shook his head. ”This man doesn’t know how to be normal.”

Morgana’s smile turned more amused and more serious at the same time. ”First in the conference, first in compatibility, and now the only Tier 4 bloodline. That’s excessive.”

Kaiden Voidmere looked thoughtful. ”A Primarch-level bloodline.”

Aurelian’s face darkened again. Whatever joy he’d felt from getting a Tier 3 bloodline got crushed the second he heard Max had gotten the one thing no one else had.

His fists tightened, but he still didn’t say anything. In this place, in front of Arvantos, any foolish show of resentment would only embarrass him further.

Max stayed seated quietly. His expression didn’t change much, but he could feel the bloodline inside him now. It wasn’t roaring. It was calm. Too calm. Like a sleeping ancient monarch resting in his blood, waiting for the day his body could fully wake up its authority.

Arvantos looked at Max with deep eyes. ”Your foundation was strong enough to bear it.”

Max stood slowly. The moment he rose, a faint pressure moved through the chamber. It was subtle. Not overpowering. Not released on purpose. But all nine other geniuses felt it.

The aura of the new Tier 4 Primordial Bloodline was still asleep inside Max, yet even in that dormant state, it carried something that made their own Tier 3 bloodlines react faintly. It wasn’t suppression in any crude sense. It was hierarchy. A natural gap in origin.

Just then Max’s cultivation of 1st level Law Awakening Realm began to react violently.

”It looks like you are leveling up.” Arvantos smiled seeing the intense energy fluctuations around Max.