Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100

"Reality is just another game," Lucien said calmly. "And I am someone who has cheats to all the games."

Mark's red eyes glimmered, his smile widening. "Interesting. Then let me what you have got."

He raised his hand, and without effort, black infernal energy surged into the sky. It twisted and solidified into a world-sized hand, its fingers stretching until they could clutch the horizon itself. The hand descended, tearing through clouds, pressing against Lucien and the grid as if trying to collapse them together.

Lucien pressed two buttons in quick succession.

BEEP! BEEP!

Immediately, the grid around him shifted. The colossal hand Mark had summoned froze midair, pixelating into cubes of broken energy before shattering into pieces like a deleted file.

Mark blinked, intrigued, then burst into laughter. "You even made my attack crash. Wonderful."

But he was not holding back. His fingers snapped, and the shattered fragments of space itself reformed into a massive black vortex. The vortex pulled at everything, the mountains, the palaces, the land, the sky itself, threatening to erase the Bright Buddha Palace and all who remained.

Lucien leaned slightly on his remote. He tapped the joystick once.

The vortex paused, stopped entirely as if time had been frozen, and then skipped backward like a rewound video until it returned to Mark's hand. The sky repaired itself, mountains rebuilt, the world returned to what it was seconds ago.

Mark tilted his head. "So, you even rewind the world. Tell me, how many cheats do you have?"

Lucien didn't answer. His thumb pressed down on another button.

BOOM!

An endless barrage of meteors materialized in the sky, each shaped like a flaming polygon. They fell like a storm, smashing into the land with devastating force. Each impact cracked space like broken glass, and Lucien's expression darkened. He waved his hand and stabilized the cracks immediately, preventing them from destroying the realm but it also caused the powers of the meteors to weaken.

Mark walked through the storm without rushing. Every meteor that came close to him was devoured by the infernal energy swirling around his body.

"This is the difference," Mark said, his voice reverberating across the battlefield. "I do not need to hold back. I do not care if the space shatters. I will stand, while the world itself bends to me."

Lucien clicked another button. His figure multiplied instantly into dozens of afterimages, each version of himself firing invisible bullets, beams, and blades of light from different angles.

Mark raised his hand, and the air cracked as black walls of infernal energy rose around him like shifting labyrinths, swallowing every attack. The clash of light and darkness lit the sky brighter than the sun, blinding everyone who dared to look.

The shockwaves flattened mountains, split rivers, and shook the very continent. Monks of the Bright Buddha Palace chanted desperately to hold their wards in place, or the entire palace would have been erased by the fight.

Lucien's remote glowed brighter, his fingers moving rapidly across it like a gamer pressing a perfect combo. Each button press unleashed a different command: swords falling from the heavens, health bars and stamina bars appearing in the air above both combatants, even a glowing red "BOSS" marker flashing above Mark's head.

Mark only laughed louder. "So, I am your boss fight? Very well."

He clapped his hands together, and the entire eastern sky turned crimson. The sun itself darkened, replaced by a massive infernal eye that stared down at Lucien. Its gaze caused the ground to boil and the air to combust.

Lucien steadied his stance, his face calm beneath the goggles. "Boss it is," he muttered, pressing down the big central button on the remote.

The world shook again as the two unleashed their powers on unimaginable scales. Lucien's every strike threatened to collapse the domain, yet he restrained himself constantly, repairing the space even as he broke it. Mark, however, poured everything into destruction, his immortal presence tearing at the seams of reality without care.

The battle was no longer one between man and demon. It was a clash of systems: Lucien bending the world as if it were a game, and Mark shattering it as a god who feared nothing.

The infernal eye in the sky dilated, its gaze spanning across heaven and earth. Mark spread his arms as if embracing the entire world. His voice rolled like thunder, shaking the marrow of every living being.

"This world… is mine."

At his words, the sky cracked apart. The sun shattered into fragments of black light before reforming, burning crimson like an eternal infernal flame. Oceans far to the east boiled into steam, their water rising into the sky and condensing into rivers of blood that flowed through the air. Mountains bent as if bowing before him, and the very ground quaked, splitting into abysses that glowed with molten fire.

Mark's black hair swayed in a storm of infernal wind, his eyes glowing red brighter than twin suns. The infernal energy surged outward in waves. Each wave was not just destructive force but divine authority. Space warped, time wavered, and laws bent. Every living being across the continent felt it — the undeniable truth that Mark was not bound by the same rules as mortals.

"Reality itself bends at my will."

He clenched his fist. The sky tore apart into hexagonal fragments as if the world itself were a pane of glass. The fragments rained downward and then fused together again, but rearranged into his desired shape. The Bright Buddha Palace, the forests, the plains — all of it was rewritten into a landscape of infernal energy, a crimson wasteland filled with jagged spires and rivers of fire.

Lucien's face hardened. "He is rewriting the map."

Mark smiled. "Your cheats manipulates the rules. But I am the rule here."

The infernal eye pulsed once, and all sound vanished. The world itself froze. Time stopped for everyone. Humans, demons, even beasts in distant lands found themselves motionless, locked in the divine stillness of his authority. Only Mark walked through it freely, his steps echoing in the silence.

He appeared before Lucien in an instant. "You hold back because the world breaks when you swing. I break it because it belongs to me." He extended his hand, pressing it against Lucien's chest. "I am the god of this world. Every stone, every river, every law of space and time answers to me."

"Your froze the the world?" Lucien looked around. "No, you froze time itself. You restructured the entire world to form from infernal energy."

"So, it is true. You are the crownbearer of this world." Lucien said realizing everything he had heard about Mark was true.