Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100

Chapter 2022: A Strange Library Indeed!

It looked scattered. It looked disordered. It looked impossible to search.

But after Max stared for a few moments, his eyes slowly narrowed. That wasn’t the case. The Codex Library only looked chaotic on the surface. In truth, everything had its place. Every book, scroll, tablet, crystal, and inheritance object seemed to float according to a hidden order.

Their positions weren’t based on something as simple as size, shape, age, or type. Instead, deeper connections seemed to decide where they sat. Records related to bloodline resonance floated near body cultivation studies.

Ancient war reports drifted close to cosmic path theories. Sealing inheritances gathered around spatial research files. Some law diagrams sat beside battle records, as if the library itself understood which techniques had been born from which wars.

Max felt like he was looking at a living mind made of knowledge. The arrangement was strange, but not random. It only looked messy to someone who couldn’t see the logic behind it.

”This place,” Max muttered.

Sarvion glanced at him. ”Strange, isn’t it?”

Max nodded. ”It looks like everything’s scattered everywhere, but that’s not really true. Every record here feels like it’s exactly where it should be.”

Sarvion smiled slightly. ”Good observation.”

He looked out across the vast pocket dimension, his expression carrying a rare trace of reverence.

”The Codex Library is one of the oldest treasures of the Primordial Race. It doesn’t just store books. It stores knowledge, inheritance, memory, research, history, failures, warnings, and even incomplete ideas left behind by experts who died before finishing their paths.”

His voice softened slightly.

”Some of the records here were written by Primarchs. Some were left behind by ancient elders who no longer carry names in the outside world. Some got recovered from ruined star realms after the last war. Some came from forbidden zones. Some are fragments taken from enemies. Some aren’t even written in our language, but the library keeps them anyway because their meaning might turn useful one day.”

Max looked around silently. He could feel it. This place was more than a library. It was the memory of the Primordial Race.

Sarvion continued, ”The order here isn’t something ordinary people can grasp at first glance. The Codex Library arranges knowledge based on resonance, origin, usage, danger, compatibility, and hidden relationships between different paths. That’s why it looks scattered. A body cultivation record might float beside a bloodline study because the person who created it discovered a certain bloodline could endure a certain body refinement method. A war record might sit near a sealing art because that sealing art got created to counter an enemy from that war. A failed technique might sit beside a successful inheritance because one explains the weakness of the other.”

Max’s eyes deepened as he listened. That explained why the library felt so strange. Its structure wasn’t built for convenience. It was built for understanding. A normal library placed records where they were easy to find. The Codex Library placed records where their meanings connected.

Sarvion raised his hand. A small golden light appeared above his palm.

”The Codex Library will respond to your authority, bloodline, and intent. Since you carry the Tier 4 Primordial Bloodline, plenty of areas won’t reject you. That doesn’t mean every record will open for you, though. Some inheritances need specific compatibility. Some need contribution. Some stay sealed because they’re dangerous. Some can’t be read unless your soul can withstand what’s inside them.”

Max looked at a distant black scroll wrapped in nine layers of golden chains. Even from far away, he could feel a faint pressure coming off it.

Sarvion followed his gaze and said, ”For example, that scroll holds a failed attempt to create an artificial cosmic path from devil corruption and primordial origin. The expert who wrote it died before finishing the theory. Three people tried studying it afterward. Two lost control of their laws, and one ended up half-corrupted before getting sealed. It stays here because even a failed path can teach future generations what not to do.”

Max pulled his gaze away. ”I understand.”

Sarvion nodded. ”Good. Curiosity helps here, but carelessness gets dangerous.”

He pointed deeper into the pocket dimension. ”Records related to the Seven Divine Veins are stored across several layers. The complete Seven Divine Veins cultivation art shouldn’t be hard for you to access with your bloodline authority. But if you’re looking for something beyond the Seven Divine Veins, the library might not show it to you directly.”

Max frowned slightly. ”Why not?”

”Because the Codex Library responds to intent, but it also responds to readiness,” Sarvion replied. ”If a record about that path truly exists, it might only appear once your body, bloodline, and comprehension grow strong enough to reach it. You’ve opened five Divine Veins, so you might be close, but close doesn’t always mean enough.”

Max looked out into the endless sea of floating knowledge. Books drifted like stars. Scrolls turned like sleeping dragons. Inheritance crystals pulsed in the distance like ancient hearts. Somewhere in this impossible place, there might be a clue to the path beyond the Seven Divine Veins.

His eyes settled into calm focus. ”Then I’ll search until I find something.”

Sarvion looked at him for a moment. Then he smiled faintly. ”That’s the right attitude.”

He raised his hand again, and a thin thread of golden light flew out from his palm. The light entered the vast library, passing through floating shelves, spinning scrolls, and rings of ancient tablets.

A few breaths later, several records responded from a distance. They glowed softly before drifting toward Max and Sarvion.

Books. Jade slips. Stone tablets. A crystal file holding anatomical diagrams. A sealed inheritance orb with seven faint lights rotating inside it.

One by one, they stopped in front of Max.

Sarvion said, ”Start with these. They’re the records most directly connected to the Seven Divine Veins. Read them carefully. Don’t only look for the final answer. Sometimes the path beyond a technique hides in why the technique got created in the first place.”

Max nodded and reached toward the first ancient book. The moment his fingers touched its cover, the five Divine Veins inside his body pulsed at the same time.

Origin. Vitality. Speed. Strength. Resilience.

The book trembled faintly, as if it recognized him.

”This book must hold the original complete Seven Divine Veins,” Max muttered as he opened it and started reading.

Even though he already carried the complete version Saint Reiner had created, Max couldn’t help but wonder about the original, full version of the Seven Divine Veins.