Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100

Chapter 1330  The final leveling in the Mortal Realms

When everything finally settled, Max did not linger. He left the Valora Continent and headed toward the Lost Continent. One by one, he released the elves from the Life Space Rings, returning them to their homeland.

He spoke briefly with the Elven King and Queen, assuring them that the war against the demons had ended and that their people were safe. Gratitude and disbelief filled their expressions, but Max did not stay long enough to accept thanks.

From there, he traveled to the cursed zone of the Lost Continent. The land was silent, heavy with ancient power, just as it had been before. Without hesitation, Max placed the Tower of Truth back in its original location.

The tower had been set in this world by its original owner for a reason, and Max had no intention of altering that balance. As the tower settled into place, its presence felt once again complete, as though a missing piece of the world had finally returned.

With that, Max said his goodbyes to Lenavira's parents and left the Lower Domain behind. Not long after, he arrived in the Middle Domain at the headquarters of the Four God Nation. The familiar sight of the grand halls and towering structures greeted him, though this time the atmosphere was tense with anticipation rather than fear.

Standing at the center of the headquarters, Max released all the humans of the Four God Nation from the Life Space Rings. One after another, figures appeared, confused at first, then gradually realizing where they were. Murmurs spread through the crowd as they took in their surroundings, and countless pairs of eyes turned toward Max.

"Everyone," Max said with a calm smile, his voice carrying clearly through the vast space. "We have defeated Mark, the crownbearer. I have also taken care of the red cloud calamity, so there is no longer any need for you to relocate to another world. You are all safe here."

For a brief second, silence reigned as his words sank in. Then the headquarters erupted into chaos, though it was a chaos filled with joy rather than panic. People laughed, cried, and embraced one another, some falling to their knees in relief.

Acaris was their home, the world their ancestors had lived on for countless generations, and the thought of abandoning it had weighed heavily on every heart. Hearing that they could remain here, safe and free from destruction, felt like a miracle they had not dared to hope for.

Amid the cheers, Max turned and called out, "Victor, come here."

Victor quickly made his way through the crowd and stopped before Max, his expression bright with gratitude and respect. The exhaustion from the war still lingered in his eyes, but it was overshadowed by relief.

Max handed him the remaining Life Space Rings. "Take these and make sure all the humans are returned to their homes safely," he said. "Ensure that families are reunited and that no one is left behind."

Victor accepted the rings with both hands and nodded solemnly. "I will take care of it," he replied before stepping away to begin the task.

Max then turned back to the people of the Four God Nation, waiting until the noise gradually settled. His smile widened slightly as he spoke again. "There is another piece of good news," he said. "We have managed to resurrect all the people, soldiers, and heroes who died in the war against the demons. They have been brought back to life."

For a heartbeat, no one reacted. Then disbelief gave way to shock, and shock turned into overwhelming joy. Cries of happiness echoed through the halls as people called out the names of loved ones they had lost.

Many covered their mouths in disbelief, while others openly wept, their grief finally released after so long. The war had taken much from them, but in that moment, it felt as though the world itself had given something back.

Max watched quietly as hope and life returned to the hearts of the people before him, knowing that this was the ending they had all fought so desperately to achieve.

With that, Max quietly disappeared from the headquarters of the Four God Nation.

Three months passed in what felt like a gentle breath of time, and the world of Acaris slowly settled into a peace it had not known for countless years.

Cities were rebuilt, families reunited, and the scars left behind by demons, war, and calamity began to fade. For the first time since the fall of the crownbearer, the world breathed freely.

Far away from any trace of civilization, in a vast desert where the wind carried nothing but sand and silence for thousands of miles, Max stood alone. The endless dunes stretched beneath a clear sky, untouched by life or history, making it the perfect place for what he was about to do. Only Lucien and Freya stood before him, their figures small against the boundless horizon.

Max exhaled slowly and broke the silence. "I feel like if I let my guard down even a little, I will be forced to ascend to the Divine Realm," he said, his tone calm yet heavy with restraint.

"It is good that you did not," Freya replied, her expression serious. "You should first enter the Divine Rank here in the mortal realm before stepping into the Divine Realm. There is no telling what you might face up there, and being unprepared would be dangerous even for you."

Max nodded in agreement, then looked at the two of them. "What about you?" he asked. "I repaired the ascension tunnel of this world when I recreated it using the crown. You should both be able to ascend now."

"We will," Freya said with a gentle smile. "But we have decided to ascend only after you do."

Max let out a quiet sigh, a mix of resignation and gratitude. "Alright then," he said. "Get away from here. I am going to trigger my leveling to the Divine Rank."

Lucien gave a brief nod, while Freya looked at Max for a moment longer, as if committing his figure to memory. Then, without another word, both of them retreated, their figures vanishing into the distance and leaving Max alone beneath the open sky.

The desert fell silent once more, with only Max standing at its center, ready to take the final step that would mark the end of his mortal journey.