Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100

Max could feel it now—a second heartbeat, a second stream of consciousness overlapping his own. The clone was not independent but it was alive, its existence bound to the embryonic planet and to him through the current of time.

It stood before Max, a clothing formed purely of mana wrapped around his body.

Max lowered his hand slowly, his body trembling from exhaustion. He turned to Old Man First and said softly, "It's done. The connection is complete."

The old man's eyes glimmered faintly. "You have just done what no one before you has dared to attempt," he said. "You have given life to a fragment of yourself through the flow of time."

Max exhaled deeply, closing his eyes as silence enveloped the vast sea of stars around him. A strange wave passed through his mind, spreading slowly, deliberately, until it reached the farthest corners of his consciousness.

At first, he thought it was a remnant of exhaustion, a side effect of the immense spiritual strain he had endured while forming the clone. But soon, the sensation grew stronger. His perception blurred, and for a moment, it felt as though his sense of self was being stretched into two different directions.

Then, a new sight unfolded before him.

Though his eyes remained closed, he could see—clearly and vividly—his own body sitting cross-legged in the starry void. He could see the faint, radiant aura surrounding him, the flow of his energy circulating calmly through his meridians. Yet what startled him most was that he was not seeing this through his original eyes, not through his Three Dimensional Body. He was watching from somewhere else.

From within the clone.

'This…' he thought, his breath catching for a moment. 'This is the clone's perspective?'

But it didn't feel foreign. It didn't feel like another being moving under his command. It felt natural, as if that body had always belonged to him.

He shifted his focus slightly, and suddenly, he was back in his original form. He could feel the steady rhythm of his heart, the faint strain in his muscles, the soft hum of energy circulating through his body. His eyes were still closed, but the awareness of both forms overlapped perfectly. He was both here and there—both in his body and inside the clone.

It was an impossible feeling.

He tried focusing entirely on one form, but even then, the sensations of the other did not fade. The two perspectives coexisted seamlessly, layered upon one another.

When he moved his hand in his original body, he could feel the echo of that motion through the hand of his clone. When his clone shifted within the planet's essence, his main body felt the tremor as if it were happening in his own veins.

'It's like an extension of my arm,' Max thought slowly. The realization deepened as he experimented with the connection, switching perspectives between the two forms over and over. 'No… it's not even that. It's more than that. It's as if that clone is not separate from me at all, but a part of me.'

He understood now. The clone didn't possess an independent consciousness. It wasn't a second being or another mind—just another vessel. His consciousness flowed freely between both bodies, shared completely without division or restriction. The connection was so perfect that it almost felt unnatural, as if he had two hearts beating in unison, two worlds existing under the same soul.

A small smile formed on his lips as he grasped the nature of Chrono Genesis more clearly. The technique had not simply created a double. It had expanded him.

His existence had grown beyond the limit of a single vessel. His consciousness was now vast enough to encompass two realities at once—the physical form in the starry void and the temporal form within the clone.

He could sense his thoughts flowing through both bodies simultaneously, like a river splitting into two streams yet sharing the same source. There was no confusion, no interference. Every action taken by one was instantly known to the other.

Max focused on the body within the planet once again. He willed the clone to move, and it obeyed effortlessly. The sensation was surreal, like controlling his own body from outside of himself.

Every vibration of energy, every ripple of creation essence inside the clone was something he could perceive clearly, as if his awareness had merged completely with that of the clone.

At the same time, his original body remained perfectly aware, perfectly conscious.

'This is not a clone,' Max realized. 'This is another me.'

The thought filled him with both awe. The depth of his connection with the clone was far greater than he had anticipated. There was no boundary, no delay, no barrier separating one from the other. His soul existed in two forms simultaneously, defying the natural laws that governed life and spirit.

He could feel the stability of both vessels syncing, resonating like two hearts beating under the same rhythm. One drew upon the flow of time, while the other anchored itself in the present. Together, they formed a single entity stretched across two realities.

Max opened his eyes slowly, returning his full awareness to his original body. He could still feel it—like a limb that would never again be severed from him.

"This… is what it means to exist in two bodies," he whispered, his voice steady yet filled with quiet wonder.

Old Man First observed him from nearby, eyes half closed. "You have done it," the old man said softly. "Your consciousness is now divided yet united, flowing between two vessels like water between two lakes connected by the same river. Few could have endured it. Fewer still could have stabilized it."

Max nodded slowly. He still felt the echo of both bodies within him—the hum of the starry void in one, and the pulse of a forming world in the other. It was an overwhelming sensation, but one that filled him with an unshakable calm.

Looking at the old man, he saw that he had two perspectives of him. One from his original body and one from his clone. And the interesting part was that these two perspectives didn't conflict with each other and instead it all appeared too natural to him.

The realization settled firmly in his mind. He was no longer confined to a single form. He now existed as two beings bound by one soul. That meant even if his original body was one day end up dead or killed he wouldn't exactly die.