Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100

When the last beast in each group fell, its body dissolved into ripples that merged into the surrounding air. Max absorbed the faint residue of their spatial energy, feeling the structure of space become clearer within his mind. Each battle sharpened his control. Each kill left him a fraction closer to understanding the flow of the world around him.

He began to enjoy the rhythm of it. The hunt, the flash of light, the stillness afterward—it became a strange kind of training. He walked further and further, cutting down every beast that appeared before him. Whenever the forest trembled with distortion, Max followed the tremor until it ended in another skirmish. The repetition honed his instincts until the movements of the beasts became predictable, almost musical.

Half a month passed in this way.

The ground beneath his feet was littered with patches of scorched earth where his lightning had burned away the grass. The air smelled faintly of ozone and fading energy. He stood among the remains of another group of beasts, their forms already beginning to dissolve into threads of faint white mist.

This time, however, nothing changed.

He waited for the familiar rush of insight, the spark of comprehension that always came when one of these spatial creatures died. Yet the moment never came. His body remained still, and the world around him was silent. The threads of space did not stir. His perception of the spatial flow remained exactly where it had been before.

Max frowned slightly. "Nothing?" he muttered under his breath.

He raised his hand, feeling the energy around him. The currents of space moved, but their motion was empty, mechanical, lifeless. He stretched his senses further, searching for the subtle resonance that had guided him before. There was nothing. It was as if the forest itself had stopped responding to him.

To make sure it was not an illusion, Max sought out another group of the beasts. It did not take long before the forest obliged. Ripples spread across the air and ten of the silvery creatures appeared, their tendrils lashing out at him with spatial energy that distorted the ground. Max struck without hesitation. His sword, now perfectly attuned to the rhythm of the forest, cut through them effortlessly. The battle ended before the echoes of his lightning faded.

Still, nothing.

The energy of the beasts vanished without leaving behind the faintest trace of comprehension. The air remained unmoved, unshaped. Max stood among the corpses and felt a faint unease rising within him.

He tested his understanding of the 3rd level Concept of Space, repeating the same movements he had used before to create distortions. The space around him twisted and folded perfectly, but there was no further response. No instability to build upon. His comprehension had reached the limit of what the third level could offer. Every attempt to move further ended in stillness.

"I see," he said quietly. "I've reached the peak."

The words carried no joy. The feeling that had driven him—the steady growth of insight after every battle—was gone. He was stuck, trapped at the final threshold before the 4th level, and no matter how many times he tried, he could not push past it.

To confirm it once more, he hunted for hours. Every time he found another group of beasts, he killed them with precise strikes, waiting for that familiar moment of enlightenment. It never came. The creatures fell one after another, their energy fading into the void like drops of rain into an ocean, leaving behind only silence.

He stopped walking after a while. His body stood still, but his mind spun with questions. "Why?" he whispered to himself. "Why now? What's the difference?"

He looked around at the endless blue and pink forest. The world was quiet. The beasts that once seemed infinite had begun to retreat into the depths, avoiding him. The flow of energy in the air felt restrained, as if something unseen was holding it back.

For the first time in weeks, Max felt uncertainty gnaw at him. He had relied on battle to guide his growth, on instinct and reaction to lead him to understanding. But now that path had ended. The beasts no longer offered him comprehension, and the energy of the forest refused to respond.

The Concept of Space lingered in his mind, solid and complete, yet incomplete at the same time. It was like a puzzle missing its final piece, an unbroken circle that refused to close. He stood there for a long while, staring into the distance, thinking.

Somewhere deep in his chest, the pulse of spatial power continued to beat faintly—steady, patient, waiting for the key that would unlock the next stage. But that key, for now, remained hidden.

"I think you need to find the trial of this area to fully comprehend the fourth level Concept of Space," Blob's calm voice echoed inside Max's head, its tone carrying both certainty and curiosity.

Max's brows furrowed slightly as he glanced around at the silent forest. "I was thinking the same," he replied, his voice low but steady. The air around him shimmered faintly with spatial energy, the entire region humming like a living creature. "This entire secret domain seems structured around trials. Every major leap in comprehension I've made so far came from one. It wouldn't surprise me if the path to the next level lies hidden within another trial."

He took a deep breath and began walking again, his boots pressing into the soft ground that glowed faintly beneath the blue leaves overhead. "Let's head deeper. I can feel something unusual ahead," he continued, his tone thoughtful. "There's a deeper current of space flowing in that direction. It's faint but constant, like a pulse running through the bones of this world."

Blob hummed in agreement, its voice resonating faintly in Max's mind. "The flow you sense might be a spatial nexus. It's rare, but such places are often used as anchors for ancient trials. Be careful. The energy ahead feels… dense."

Max didn't respond this time. His eyes sharpened as his figure flashed with faint blue lightning, propelling him through the forest. The scenery began to change as he advanced. The pink trunks gradually grew translucent, and the leaves turned from blue to a pale silver that reflected light like glass. The deeper he went, the more unstable space became. Ripples of distortion appeared randomly, forming brief mirages of distant places before fading away.

Hours turned into a day. The silence was unbroken except for the occasional hum of spatial energy twisting in the air. Max had not encountered any more beasts, which was unusual. The further he went, the clearer it became that he was moving toward something important. The forest's energy converged ahead, spiraling faintly like a whirlpool.