Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100

Chapter 1329  Reunions

Max flew straight down toward the Valora Continent, his gaze sweeping across the lands below as memories surfaced unbidden.

The eastern plains, the western trade cities, the northern mountain settlements, the southern coastal regions, and the vast central heartland all looked almost exactly as they had when he left Valora Continent for the Middle Domain.

The scars of war were gone. The broken cities stood whole again. The fields were green. The roads were filled with people.

Everywhere, the continent was bustling with life. Confusion filled the air, mixed with awe and disbelief. People stood frozen in place, staring at their own hands, touching their faces, clutching their chests as they tried to understand what had just happened.

Only moments ago, many of them had died beneath demonic claws or infernal flames, their lives cut short without mercy. Now they were standing once more under the sky, breathing, thinking, living. Some whispered prayers. Others wept openly. A few believed this must be the afterlife, unable to comprehend how death itself could have been reversed.

They were the same humans who had been slaughtered by the twin demons and by countless other horrors during the war. Every one of them had been brought back by Max, along with all other beings of Acaris who had perished in the long and brutal conflict. Death had released its grip on the world, and the living had been returned to their rightful place.

At that moment, Max's figure appeared high in the sky above the Valora Continent. His presence was calm and overwhelming at the same time. Using his mana, he projected his image and voice across the entire land so that every city, village, and remote settlement could see him clearly.

"Everyone, I am Max Voidwalker," Max said, his voice steady and clear as it echoed across the continent. "You may also know me as Max Morgan."

The instant his name was spoken, the Valora Continent erupted. Cheers rose like a tidal wave. Cries of joy, relief, and gratitude filled the air. People fell to their knees. Others raised their fists to the sky. Even those who did not fully understand what had happened felt their fear ease at the sight of him.

To them, Max was a hero and after hearing his voice, they felt some peace.

"The war against the demons has ended," Max continued, his words carrying absolute certainty. "We have eradicated all the demons from this world. Every last one of them has been killed. You no longer need to fear their return."

The cheers grew even louder, some people sobbing uncontrollably as the weight of terror they had carried for so long finally lifted.

"We have won the war," Max said. "You can rest easy now. There will be no more battles, no more invasions, and no more suffering of this kind. It has all ended."

His words settled into the hearts of the people of Valora Continent like a promise carved into fate itself. For the first time in ages, the world felt truly safe.

As they heard Max's words, a collective sigh of relief swept across the Valora Continent like a gentle tide. People who had been standing stiff with disbelief finally let their shoulders slump, as though the weight they had carried for years had at last been lifted.

Some collapsed to their knees, others clutched their chests, and many broke down completely, crying as they pulled their loved ones into desperate embraces. They had all experienced death in one form or another. They had watched parents fall before their eyes, seen children die screaming in their arms, and felt their own lives extinguished in moments of helpless terror.

To be standing here again, alive and whole, and to hear that the war was truly over was almost too much for their hearts to bear.

Joy and grief mixed together until they were impossible to separate. Tears flowed freely, not only for what had been lost, but for what had been returned. People whispered apologies to the dead who now stood beside them again, promising never to take their lives for granted.

Others simply held one another in silence, afraid that if they spoke, the miracle might shatter.

Then a voice rang out from somewhere in the crowd.

"Max Morgan!"

Another followed, louder and filled with emotion.

"Max Morgan!"

Within moments, the sound spread like wildfire. From the eastern plains to the western cities, from the northern mountains to the southern coasts, the chant rose and merged into a single overwhelming roar.

"Max Morgan!"

"Max Morgan!"

"Max Morgan!"

The name echoed across all five regions of the central continent, carried by wind and mana alike. Even in the southern regions, where Max had never personally set foot and where his influence had once been little more than rumor, people shouted his name until their throats burned. They did not need to see his battles to know what he had done. They were alive. That was proof enough.

To them, Max was their hero. He was the one who had stood against the Young Monarch when terror first gripped the world. He was the one who had not abandoned them when demons descended upon their lands and slaughtered without mercy. Again and again, when despair threatened to swallow everything, Max had been there.

In their hearts, the line between hero and god began to blur. And though Max himself might never seek such a title, it was inevitable that in the not so distant future, the people of this world would come to regard him as one.

Just then, several figures cut through the air and arrived before Max. King Magnar stood at the forefront, his royal robes torn and stained, his usually composed face etched with disbelief.

Beside him were Knight Kate, James Garfield, and the other leaders of the Eastern and Western Regions, all of them wearing expressions that hovered between hope and fear. They had seen too much destruction to believe in miracles easily.

"Is what you said true?" King Magnar asked, his voice unsteady despite his efforts to remain composed. "Did we really win?"

Max looked at him calmly and nodded. "Indeed. We have won."

For a moment, King Magnar simply stared at him, as if trying to confirm that this was not some elaborate illusion. Then another thought struck him, and his expression tightened with worry. "What about the young geniuses who were in the Tower of Truth when the demons attacked us?" he asked quickly. "What about the children?"

Max smiled gently. Without saying another word, he raised his hand and activated one of the Life Space Rings. A ripple spread through the air, and in the next instant, dozens of figures appeared above the ground. They were unharmed, confused, and very much alive.

"Royal Father!" Crown Prince Aelric shouted the moment he recognized King Magnar. Tears streamed down his face as he flew forward without hesitation and embraced him tightly.

Around them, similar scenes unfolded. Amelia froze in place for a heartbeat before sprinting toward her mother. Jack and Henry laughed and cried at the same time as they reunited with their families.

Revenna covered her mouth with trembling hands before collapsing into her father's arms. Bruce stood rooted in place, staring at the familiar faces around him as if afraid they would vanish if he blinked.

They had believed the Valora Continent was lost. They had believed their families were dead. To see them alive again shattered the grief they had carried since the massacre, replacing it with overwhelming relief and joy. The air filled with laughter, sobs, and voices calling out names that had once been spoken only in despair.

Max watched the scene quietly, a faint smile on his face. This had been one of his deepest regrets. The regret of not being there when Valora burned. The regret of believing that he had failed them. Seeing families reunited like this eased something heavy in his chest, a weight he had carried since the war began.

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