Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100

By the time night would have fallen outside, the world around him glowed faintly in shades of silver and violet. Each step forward felt heavier, as if the space ahead resisted his presence. Even the Three Dimensional Body had begun to flicker, struggling to map the distortions accurately.

"There is definitely something here," Max muttered, his expression tightening. The usual calm in his tone was replaced by quiet focus. He extended his senses fully, the Three Dimensional Body activating at its highest capacity.

Countless faint lines of energy appeared in his vision, forming an intricate web that stretched in every direction. It was a vast network of spatial currents, weaving together like veins beneath the skin of the world.

He continued deeper into the forest until the glowing blue leaves began to fade, replaced by faint, floating shards of glass-like fragments suspended in the air. Each fragment shimmered with translucent light and reflected distorted images of the world around him.

At first glance, it looked like an illusion. But as he stepped closer, the distortion deepened, and the ground beneath his feet rippled like liquid glass. The atmosphere grew heavy, the pressure of spatial energy thickening until it felt like walking through the edge of a collapsing world.

"This place…" Max murmured, his eyes narrowing. "It's unnatural even for a secret domain."

Blob's voice echoed quietly inside his mind. "Be careful, Max. The spatial density here is enormous. It's like the fabric of reality itself is twisted into layers. This must be one of the trial grounds—the trial of the Spatial Domain."

Max looked up. The world ahead of him was fractured—massive floating platforms drifted in the distance, each one glowing faintly, connected by invisible bridges of compressed space. Between them floated shattered pieces of the void, their edges flickering with violet light.

Dozens of figures stood scattered across these platforms. Geniuses from different worlds—all wearing their respective emblems and battle gear. Each one radiated strong auras, the weakest among them being at the peak of the Mythic Rank.

Max's gaze swept across the group calmly. Most of the geniuses noticed him almost immediately, their expressions tightening the moment they saw the two golden crowns above his head. Whispered murmurs rippled across the platforms.

"That's him…"

"The monster from the den…"

"The one who killed Grover!"

"He is only one who had killed a golden rank genius this time..."

Max ignored them all. His attention was fixed on the structure floating at the very center of the fractured world.

It was a colossal circular construct, half in ruins, made of crystalline material that flickered with veins of light. It resembled a ring—an ancient mechanism hovering endlessly in the void. Runic symbols carved across its surface pulsed slowly, emitting ripples of spatial energy strong enough to make the air vibrate.

At the center of that floating ring, a radiant pillar of violet light rose endlessly into the sky, cutting through the realm like a blade.

Blob's voice came again, this time with excitement. "This… this is it, Max. The trial of this strange forest."

Just then, the circular ring in the center released a deep, resonant hum.

WOOOOOOM!

The air distorted violently, and dozens of runes appeared in the sky. A mechanical, emotionless voice echoed throughout the fractured space.

"Trial of Spatial Resonance commencing."

"Participants detected: thirty-seven."

"Objective: stabilize, manipulate, and dominate spatial flow."

"Ranking tiers: Iron, Silver, Gold, Platinum, and Aether."

"Each rank grants comprehension rewards respective to the depth of mastery achieved."

Max's gaze remained steady. His heartbeat didn't even change.

He extended his senses, feeling the currents of space swirl violently around the platforms. The distorted glass-like surfaces beneath their feet began to break apart and float into the air. In that instant, the environment transformed into a storm of chaotic space—a place where one's control over spatial energy would decide whether they lived or died.

A voice spoke beside him, cutting through the rising hum.

"So even you're here."

Max turned slightly. A young man with snow-white hair and calm golden eyes stood a few platforms away. A golden crown shimmered above his head. His aura was composed and deep, like a still ocean hiding endless depth.

Another golden-crown genius.

"Name's Nero," the man said, his tone steady and confident. "They say the highest rank in this trial has never been achieved. Even Divine Rank cultivators fail to reach Aether Rank here. Let's see if you can survive long enough to try."

Max gave him a faint smirk. "Survive? You should worry about yourself."

Before Nero could reply, the voice of the trial echoed again.

"Begin."

The world shattered.

Every sound fractured into silence as the fabric of space itself disintegrated into countless shards. The ground disappeared beneath their feet, leaving only endless streams of distorted energy spiraling like torn ribbons through the void. The light bent and twisted, collapsing into spirals of raw existence that tore everything apart.

Screams echoed as the first of the geniuses failed to react in time. Their bodies broke apart, sliced into fragments by invisible spatial currents. Their cries ended before the echoes even began. The stronger ones desperately tried to stabilize the space beneath them, forming temporary platforms of force, yet each one flickered and broke apart like fragile glass.

Max stood still amidst the destruction, his body wrapped in faint red and blue lightning. The air around him buzzed with pressure so dense that it could crush mountains, but his eyes remained calm. The Three Dimensional Body activated, and the collapsing world unfolded before his vision like a map. Every distortion, every current, every tear, and every hidden rhythm appeared clearly in his perception.

What looked like chaos to the others appeared to Max as harmony. Every collapse had a pattern, every distortion had an origin, every ripple followed a rhythm. The universe wasn't falling apart—it was revealing how it truly moved.

'The key isn't to resist space,' Max thought quietly, his breathing even. 'It's to move with it. To flow where it flows. To let the void breathe through me.'

He raised his right hand slowly. Instantly, the raging distortions around him began to curve, their violent motion softening. The fragments of reality bent inward, pulled into a circular motion until they formed a perfect sphere of calm centered around his body.

All around him, the other geniuses struggled to maintain control. Their bodies were strained to their limits, domains flickering violently as they tried to hold their footing. Some screamed as their platforms crumbled beneath them. Yet within that storm, Max's presence radiated stillness. His sphere didn't waver—it pulsed rhythmically, in tune with the collapsing world itself.

Across the void, Nero stood within his own domain. His expression was serious but calm. The cubic field surrounding him was flawless—its edges precise, its surfaces shimmering with stable geometric perfection. His mastery of space was impressive; his cube anchored itself in the collapsing storm like a fortress. He glanced toward Max, and their gazes met. For a brief instant, understanding passed between them.

Then the trial shifted.