Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100

Chapter 1203  End of Mike

Another golden-crowned genius had fallen at Max's hands.

Everyone was silent. Not a single voice rose from the crowd after Mike's body shattered into frozen dust. The wind carried the faint glitter of frost through the air, and for a long moment, that was the only thing that moved.

Shock rippled through the gathered geniuses like a wave crashing against a cliff. Their minds struggled to process what they had just witnessed. Mike—the proud golden-crowned genius who had stood at the very top of his world—had been killed in a single strike. Not just defeated, but utterly erased, without even forcing Max to lift his hand more than once.

They had all believed, even if secretly, that they had caught up. They had trained endlessly. They had broken through their limits inside the Divine Platform. They had reached the peak of the Divine Rank, something most cultivators could only dream of achieving in a lifetime.

The Divine Platform had elevated them to a level where they thought themselves untouchable, unrivaled within their generation.

And yet, in the face of Max, all that pride crumbled like sand.

The geniuses from various worlds exchanged glances, their faces pale, their throats dry. Even the golden-crowned ones—those who once looked down on others with quiet arrogance—couldn't hide the unease in their eyes.

"He didn't even move…" one whispered under his breath, his voice trembling. "He didn't even move to defend himself."

"His concepts—what level are they?" another muttered in disbelief. "The way Mike's sword just… stopped. It wasn't blocked. It was erased."

Some of the weaker geniuses stepped back instinctively, as if distance alone could save them from the suffocating pressure Max emitted. They felt it even when he wasn't trying to release his aura—an invisible dominance that came from absolute mastery.

It wasn't the force of Divine Rank cultivation but something far beyond it, something that couldn't be measured by the same standard.

The more they thought about it, the colder they felt inside.

They had all assumed that since Max was only at the eighth level of the Mythic Rank, he might finally be within reach. That perhaps with their new Divine Rank strength, with the countless opportunities they had seized in the secret domain, they might be able to challenge him or at least stand their ground against him.

But they were wrong. Terribly wrong.

The way Max had killed Mike destroyed that illusion completely. The ease of it, the calm detachment in his expression, the precision of his actions—it all pointed to one horrifying truth.

Max wasn't simply ahead of them in cultivation or talent. He was on a completely different level altogether.

Even the golden-crowned geniuses—those who had once considered themselves supreme among the chosen—felt their confidence waver. They couldn't help but ask themselves a dreadful question that none of them wanted to answer.

If Mike, who possessed both the fourth-level Concept of Space and the second-level Concept of Killing Sword, couldn't even force Max to take him seriously… then what could?

If not a peak Divine Rank genius, then who—or what—was capable of pushing Max to reveal his true power?

That thought lingered in everyone's mind like a shadow that refused to fade. And as Max stood quietly in the center of the arena, the three golden crowns above his head glowing faintly, every genius present realized the truth.

The gap between them and Max wasn't just strength. It was an entire world.

Only the geniuses from Acaris smiled. Their expressions carried pride rather than fear. Where others saw an overwhelming force they could never hope to rival, they saw hope—their hope. Every bit of strength Max displayed only strengthened their faith in him. For them, his power wasn't terrifying. It was reassuring.

The stronger Max became, the higher their world's chance of survival in the war against the Nulls and the Demons. Each person from Acaris understood what his existence meant. He wasn't just another prodigy competing for glory. He was a shield, a weapon, and a symbol of their world's defiance against the endless darkness waiting beyond the veil.

Victor couldn't hide his grin as he watched the last fragments of ice fall from the air. "That's him," he murmured under his breath. "That's the Max I knew. I told you all before—he's not like the rest of us."

Seraphina nodded slowly, her eyes gleaming with quiet admiration. She had fought alongside Max before and witnessed his terrifying growth firsthand. Even back in Acaris, he was different.

His rate of improvement, his unshakable confidence, his ability to comprehend concepts that others spent decades chasing—it all made him stand apart from anyone she had ever known.

The twins, Chris and Christine, who had recently completed their own inheritance in the Valley of Frozen Ash, stood among the gathered crowd and shared a knowing glance.

"Looks like he hasn't changed at all," Christine said softly. "He's still pushing past every limit like it's nothing."

Chris chuckled faintly. "It's hard to tell if that's inspiring or terrifying."

To them, this display of power didn't come as a surprise. If anything, it felt natural—inevitable even. Max had always been like this. Back in Acaris, people had called him the strongest genius of his generation, the one whose potential surpassed every known boundary.

He was already considered a phenomenon before stepping into the Heavenly Lord's Secret Domain, and now, after everything they had witnessed, that title seemed far too small for him.

Among the geniuses from Acaris, the debate began quietly but passionately.

"Strongest of our time," one of them said. "There's no one even close."

"Not just our time," another replied firmly. "Look at him. The way he handled that battle—he's beyond anything we've ever recorded. Even the ancient geniuses, even Lucien himself… could they have done that?"

A few frowned at the mention of the name. Lucien—the legendary figure of Acaris, a man said to have defied the heavens themselves in his era. His name carried the weight of myth, the image of perfection that had lasted for centuries. To compare anyone to him was seen as sacrilege by some, but others didn't hesitate.

"I respect Lucien, but Max is… something else," said Victor, his tone thoughtful. "Lucien might have been a legend, but Max isn't done yet. He's still growing. You saw it too. He hasn't even reached the Divine Rank, and he's already unmatched. What happens when he does?"

Seraphina crossed her arms and nodded. "He's already proving it. If there's anyone who can surpass even Lucien, it's him. The potential he carries—it's endless."

The argument went on quietly among them, but deep down, they all shared the same feeling. Whether he had already surpassed Lucien or was simply on the path to doing so, Max had reached a level that defied logic and imagination.

Even if the rest of the realms trembled before his power, the geniuses of Acaris could only look at him with pride. Because to them, he wasn't just another name in the endless sea of prodigies.

He was their champion—the strongest genius Acaris had ever produced, and perhaps, the strongest genius of all time.

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