Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100

The calm ripples of the Mirror Lake of Souls suddenly deepened into violent waves. The silver surface twisted, and from its depths, something began to rise.

The air shimmered, and what emerged was not a beast of flesh or bone—but a construct of mirrored surfaces, each fragment reflecting the world around it like shards of a broken dimension. The creature stood tall and humanoid, with dozens of overlapping plates forming its body. Its face was smooth and empty, a perfect mirror that reflected Max's image back at him.

The moment it fully surfaced, the waves around it stilled. The lake's reflection no longer showed the sky—it showed him, multiplied a thousandfold. Every inch of water now mirrored Max's figure, all of them moving in perfect unison with him.

"So this is the guardian…" Max muttered quietly. "A creature born of reflections."

The guardian didn't speak. Instead, the countless mirrored fragments that made up its body shifted and rearranged themselves, forming sharp crystalline blades that jutted out from its arms. The next instant, it lunged forward.

Max moved just as fast, his figure flashing with blue lightning as he vanished from sight. The creature's mirrored blade slashed through empty air, splitting the water behind him into two perfect halves before it snapped back together.

But Max quickly realized that this guardian was different from any creature he had faced before.

The moment he moved, his reflection—all the countless mirrored figures in the lake—moved with him. And from each reflection, fragments of light separated, forming illusory doubles that mimicked his attacks, his speed, and his movements with deadly precision.

"So it copies my actions," Max thought, his red eyes narrowing.

The guardian turned, and from its body, several shards of mirror detached, floating around it like orbiting stars. Each shard glowed faintly, then shot beams of silver light toward him. The beams twisted midair, bending space itself, curving toward Max from every direction.

He raised his arm, summoning the third level concept of space—Spatial Distortion. The space around him warped, creating a curved barrier that bent the light away, scattering it harmlessly into the lake.

But the guardian wasn't finished. It stepped forward again, its mirrored plates shifting rapidly until its entire form blurred into a cascade of reflections. Suddenly, Max's Three Dimensional Body detected multiple sources of the same presence around him—one behind, one to the left, one to the right, and one above.

"Multiple projections…" Max muttered. "Each from a different mirror dimension."

He spun around sharply, swinging his sword through the air. Blue and red lightning burst from the blade as he invoked the Storm King's Inheritance – Heaven's Wraith. His strike split through one of the mirrored figures, only for it to reform instantly, the pieces fusing back together like water merging after being sliced.

"Physical attacks won't hold for long," Max assessed, his gaze steady. "It's reflecting both my energy and my movements."

For a brief moment, his own reflection on the lake looked up at him—and moved on its own.

Before Max could react, the reflection stepped out of the water, forming a perfect doppelgänger wrapped in faint blue lightning identical to his own. The mirrored Max raised his sword, smiling faintly—just like him—and charged forward.

The real Max grinned. "Interesting."

Their swords collided, lightning exploding outward and scattering shards of mirrored water into the air. Both moved at blinding speed, their blades clashing again and again. Every strike shattered reality for a fraction of a second before fusing back together, the sound echoing like thunder across the lake.

But while the reflection could mimic power, it couldn't mimic comprehension.

Max's movements shifted abruptly, his blade flickering in unpredictable patterns. He twisted his wrist, and the air around him trembled as he invoked the fourth level concept of space—Spatial Collapse.

"Disappear."

The area between him and the mirrored guardian distorted violently. A sphere of collapsing space swallowed the reflection and the true guardian together. The mirrored layers that formed their bodies shattered one after another, crumbling into shards of light that screamed as they disintegrated.

A deafening bang followed, and the lake erupted in a shockwave that sent waves rolling outward for miles. The mirrored water turned dark for a few moments before slowly calming again.

When the chaos subsided, Max stood in the center of the lake, his breathing steady but his aura fierce. The guardian's body floated in pieces around him, each fragment reflecting faint traces of violet lightning before dissolving completely.

"So it could manipulate reflections, bend light, and create duplicates through mirror dimensions," Max muttered, analyzing the battle calmly. "But it was too dependent on the connection between space and light."

He raised his palm slightly, summoning a small sphere of collapsing space to his hand before dispersing it. "A tricky opponent—but not an impossible one."

As the last shard of the guardian dissolved into mist, the lake began to glow faintly again. From the center of the rippling water, a new light appeared—a small crystalline core rising slowly toward the surface.

Max reached out and caught it. The core was warm to the touch and shimmered with faint runes that reflected his own face back at him.

"A Mirror Core," he murmured, recognizing it instantly. "The essence of its power."

He could feel that this was only the beginning. The Mirror Lake of Souls was vast, and if one guardian existed, there would be more—each stronger, more cunning, and more attuned to the laws of reflection and space.

But that didn't discourage him. If anything, it made his eyes gleam with excitement.

"Good," Max said quietly, looking toward the glowing heart of the lake where the mist concealed the Lotus of Clear Serenity. "The more of you there are, the more I'll learn."

As if hearing him, the lake began to hum again. The reflection of the sky on its surface rippled like liquid glass as countless beams of silver light pierced through the mist. One after another, figures began to rise from the mirrored depths—ten guardians, each identical to the one Max had just destroyed.