Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100

Blob spoke softly, as if realizing the same thing. "Your control of space—it's become sharper. More precise."

Max nodded slowly. "It's not just sharper," he said, his voice thoughtful. "It's like the space here is obeying me more easily. My manipulation of spatial energy feels natural… almost instinctive."

He looked around the glowing forest, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Maybe this place isn't just filled with energy. It might be connected to the very essence of space itself. The creature's ability… it must have drawn power from the same source. And now that I've killed it, I've inherited its attunement to this area."

He clenched his hand, and the air distorted softly. A ripple of perfect space energy spread out from his palm, vanishing into the distance without resistance. It was smoother than anything he had achieved before, as if there was no barrier between him and the fabric of reality.

Blob's tone carried a mix of admiration and awe. "You've just taken a huge step forward, Max. Your space manipulation… it's no longer fighting against the world. It's flowing with it."

Max smiled faintly, his expression calm yet confident. "Good. That means I'm getting closer to mastering the fourth level of the Concept of Space."

He looked up at the glowing canopy above, where blue leaves shimmered softly in the light. "This forest might have been a trial after all," he murmured. "A trial meant for those who could bend space itself."

Max continued deeper into the shimmering forest, his boots pressing softly into the glowing purple soil. The pink trunks and blue leaves towered high above, whispering in rhythmic harmony as faint motes of light drifted between the branches.

For hours, he walked in silence, the air humming with the quiet pulse of spatial energy that seemed to respond to his every breath.

With each step, he tested the flow of space, shaping it, folding it, bending it slightly just to feel its limits. Every ripple he created seemed smoother than before. It was as if the entire forest was an extension of his will—a living construct that recognized his growing control.

But that peaceful rhythm was soon broken.

From a distance, he began to hear the unmistakable sound of battle—the sharp clash of energy, the dull thud of impacts, and the cries of desperation.

Max stopped for a moment, his gaze narrowing as his Three Dimensional Body extended outward. Immediately, he saw it.

A group of six geniuses were fighting desperately in an open clearing surrounded by shimmering trees. They were surrounded by a swarm of the same beasts he had fought earlier—long-bodied creatures of violet and silver fur, their bodies flickering as they blinked through space. There were at least twenty of them, their tendrils slicing through the air like blades of light.

The geniuses were clearly overwhelmed. One of them was on his knees, his arm bleeding heavily, while two others were frantically defending him. The air around them trembled with chaotic spatial distortions as the beasts vanished and reappeared from every direction.

Max stepped out of the forest and into the clearing.

The moment the geniuses noticed him, their expressions turned from desperation to utter disbelief. Their eyes widened, and fear instantly replaced every other emotion on their faces.

"Two golden crowns…" one of them whispered in horror. "That's him! The one from the den of the Devouring Ants!"

Another genius stammered, "He killed Grover… and took his crown! He's a monster!"

The group began to panic. Their movements grew sloppy, their coordination faltered. The beasts pressed in even harder, their bodies flickering closer to tear them apart.

Max sighed faintly. "Pathetic," he muttered under his breath. "Even fear can shatter their focus this easily."

But he didn't plan to let them die—not yet.

The next instant, blue and red lightning erupted around him as he stepped forward. His figure blurred, vanishing completely.

A pulse of space rippled outward from his position—silent, controlled, precise. In the blink of an eye, Max appeared among the beasts. His sword gleamed faintly, vibrating with spatial energy.

He swung once.

A line of pure distortion sliced through the air, and four beasts were torn apart instantly, their bodies disintegrating into motes of violet light. The remaining creatures froze for an instant, their instincts recognizing the overwhelming danger before them.

Max's body moved again. Each step he took folded the space around him, allowing him to appear behind the creatures before they could even react. His sword danced effortlessly, each swing cutting through both flesh and the invisible threads of reality itself.

"First level Concept of Space - Spatial Severance!"

The moment the words left his lips, the forest trembled. The beasts lunged toward him in unison, but before their claws could even reach him, the air split apart. Dozens of thin, glowing lines appeared in the clearing, slicing through the creatures as if reality itself had shattered.

The spatial tear devoured everything in its path, and when the light faded, nothing remained of the beasts but golden motes which flowed into Max.

Silence filled the clearing again. The geniuses stood frozen, their faces pale and drenched in cold sweat. None of them dared to speak or move.

Max exhaled softly, lowering his sword. His gaze drifted toward the space around him, and a small, satisfied smile crossed his lips. He could feel it—his understanding of the Concept of Space had deepened again.

The energy flowed naturally through him now, fluid and weightless. Every distortion he created was sharper, cleaner, and infinitely more refined. The feedback from his strikes didn't just move through air; it resonated directly with the laws of space.

Blob's voice echoed faintly in his mind. "Your control is improving faster than ever, Max. You're walking the line between mastery and creation. Every time you fight, your attunement grows closer to perfection."

Max's eyes glowed faintly with traces of violet light. "I can feel it too," he said quietly. "The more I use it, the more it becomes a part of me. It's not just about controlling space anymore—it's about existing within it as if I were one with it. This forest, these beasts are made to train geniuses with space concept."

He lifted his hand, and the air around his fingers rippled softly. A small sphere of compressed space formed in his palm, smooth and flawless. He let it hover there for a moment before releasing it, and the sphere vanished without a sound.

When he turned his gaze back toward the geniuses, they all instinctively stepped back. None dared to speak a word.