Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100

Chapter 1410  Magical Dimension of Genesis!

Then the sky formed.

Above the land, a firmament unfolded, deep blue spreading outward until it covered the world entirely. Clouds gathered slowly, drifting across the heavens with unhurried grace. A sun took shape, warm and golden, hanging at the perfect height to bathe the land in gentle light. A moon followed, pale and serene, destined to rule the night.

Time itself aligned around them, establishing the rhythm of day and night without Max needing to consciously will it.

Life came next.

Forests bloomed across the plains, trees rising tall and ancient, their leaves whispering softly as wind began to move through the world. Grass spread like a living carpet, flowers blooming in countless colors along hillsides and riverbanks.

Animals emerged naturally, deer roaming the forests, birds taking to the skies, and creatures of all kinds filling the land with quiet motion. Nothing felt forced. Everything followed the logic of a medieval world shaped by nature rather than machines.

Then came civilization.

Stone roads etched themselves across the land, connecting settlements that formed organically at river crossings and fertile plains. Villages appeared first, simple and sturdy, built from wood and stone. Fires burned within hearths that had never been lit by mortal hands, and fields stretched outward, ready for cultivation.

Larger cities followed, surrounded by high walls and watchtowers, their architecture unmistakably medieval. Castles rose upon hills and cliffs, their banners fluttering in the wind, symbols awaiting kingdoms that had yet to be named.

Blacksmith forges stood at the heart of towns, their anvils heavy and worn, while markets formed nearby, stalls lined with empty tables ready to be filled. Churches, guild halls, and academies appeared as well, establishing the foundations of faith, trade, and learning.

Every structure carried the weight of history, as though generations had already lived and died here, even though the world itself had just been born.

Max stood silently as it all unfolded before him.

He had not shaped every detail consciously. He did not need to. The Dimension of Genesis translated his intent and imagination into reality, filling in the gaps with flawless logic. This was not an illusion or a temporary construct. This was a complete world, stable and real, born entirely from his will.

As the final details settled, the world grew quiet. Wind rustled through trees. Water flowed steadily through rivers. The sun warmed the land.

Max exhaled slowly, awe flickering across his face.

An entire medieval world now existed where moments ago there had been nothing at all.

Max stood there in silence, his mind momentarily emptied of all words. He had only imagined the outline of a medieval world, a vague desire rather than a detailed plan, yet the Dimension of Genesis had responded by creating an entire world for him with astonishing completeness. Mountains, rivers, forests, cities, and castles all existed in perfect harmony, as though they had been shaped by centuries of natural evolution rather than born in a single instant.

"This is good," Max finally murmured, his voice quiet and sincere. He could not deny it. The world before him was beautiful, coherent, and alive in every sense except one.

As his initial awe settled, his eyes began to notice what was missing. The roads were empty. The cities were silent. The castles stood tall, yet no banners bore the marks of living kingdoms. There were no people walking the streets, no voices in the markets, no laughter or conflict echoing through the halls of civilization.

This world had a body, but it lacked a soul.

"Of course, I cannot create life out of nothing," Max muttered, a faint smile tinged with realism appearing on his face. "If I could do that freely, then would I not already possess the power of a god?"

As soon as those words left his mouth, a memory surfaced unbidden. He recalled Acaris. He remembered standing amid the ruins of a shattered planet, wielding the golden crown, watching continents reform and seas return.

More than that, he remembered how the dead had risen, how lives lost in the war had been restored as though death itself had been reversed. At the time, he had believed that miracle was only possible because the golden crown had formed a deep connection with his class as a Dimensional Keeper, allowing him to channel its full authority.

But this was different.

What he had done now was creation from nothing, shaping matter, laws, and structure, yet stopping short of true life. That boundary still existed, firm and undeniable. The difference between shaping a world and creating life was vast, and Max could feel that clearly.

His gaze lifted toward the sky of the newly formed world, and a deeper question took shape in his mind.

"Do gods truly exist in this world?" Max wondered softly. "True gods?"

It was a question he had never seriously considered before. He had fought beings called gods, seen divine authorities, and witnessed powers that bordered on the absolute, yet now, standing within a world he had created himself, the distinction became sharper.

What separated a cultivator who could create worlds from a true god who could create life, fate, and existence itself?

The curiosity lingered, quiet but persistent, as Max continued to look out over the silent medieval world, a creator standing before his creation, contemplating the boundary he had not yet crossed.

After pondering for a while, Max shook his head lightly and exhaled. These questions were simply too distant for him right now. Thinking about true gods and the limits of creation would not help him at his current stage. What mattered was what he could do in the present.

"Now that I have the Dimension of Genesis, I should think of a way to return to Acaris someday and bring Alice and Lena here," Max muttered as his thoughts shifted. He knew very well that going back to Acaris would not be easy. Crossing realms, avoiding detection, and ensuring their safety would require strength, authority, and preparation far beyond what he currently possessed.

Understanding that this was not something he could rush, Max decided to focus on what he could improve immediately. He had only just reached the first level of the Rebirth Realm, and forcefully pushing his cultivation higher would be reckless. Instead, he chose a more stable and effective path. He would strengthen his foundations by refining his techniques and inheritances.

His attention turned toward the inheritance chambers of his flame, ice, and sword dimensions. Those were areas where he could grow without destabilizing his cultivation, sharpening his combat power and comprehension at the same time.

"I should prepare fully for the Thirty Six Hall Grand Trial," Max muttered seriously. "If I perform well and become a true disciple, there is a chance I can participate in major competitions within the Divine Realm. If my luck is good enough, I might even be able to join them."

He understood this clearly. The Black Dragon Palace, and even the Black Dragon Clan as a whole, was only a third rate force. No matter how generous their resources were, his growth would eventually be capped if he remained within such a structure.

Beyond third rate forces existed second rate forces, and above them stood the terrifying first rate forces. He had even heard whispers of existences that surpassed even those, powers that stood at the very apex of the Divine Realm.

The Divine Realm was unimaginably vast, and he had only just stepped onto its lowest rung. Compared to what lay ahead, his current strength was insignificant. Max clenched his fists slowly, his gaze hardening.

He still had a long way to go before he could reach the top.

And only then would he have the right to exact his revenge.