Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100

Chapter 1590  Curse of the Dimensional Keeper Legacy

Her words settled before she continued. "Among those countless divine beings, there was one who bore the title of Dimensional Keeper. That entity existed alongside the other true gods and was said to govern the balance between dimensions, spaces, and realities. However, something catastrophic must have occurred during that era. At some point, the Era of Gods came to an abrupt end, and every true god vanished from existence."

Her eyes narrowed slightly, as if the thought itself disturbed her. "No one truly knows what caused their disappearance. Entire histories were erased, and whatever records remained are fragmented and incomplete. Yet there is one suspicion that has persisted through time."

She looked directly at Max now, her voice lowering with a quiet intensity. "I believe that the fall of the gods is not unrelated to the Dimensional Keeper. In fact, I suspect that whatever happened during that era, whether it was a war, a betrayal, or something even more unimaginable, the Dimensional Keeper was at the center of it. I believe the disappearance of all the true gods are definitely related to Dimensional Keeper."

Max remained still, absorbing every word.

The goddess continued, her tone carrying a subtle trace of uncertainty. "As for the curse itself, its true nature is still beyond my understanding. I cannot say whether it was placed intentionally, whether it is the result of a divine backlash, or whether it is simply the consequence of inheriting a power that once stood at the pinnacle of all existence."

She lowered her gaze slightly as she finished. "All I know is that the legacy did not pass down unscathed. Whatever the Dimensional Keeper did during the Era of Gods left behind more than just power. It left behind a burden that continues to haunt every inheritor, as though the past itself refuses to let them escape its shadow."

"I see," Max murmured, though his mind was anything but settled. The weight of everything he had just learned pressed down on him, and even as he tried to process it, he felt as though he had only begun to grasp the surface of something far greater than himself.

After a moment, another thought rose within him, sharper than the rest. He looked at the goddess again, his curiosity deepening. "You said you were not born during the Era of Gods, right?"

She gave a small nod. "That is correct. I came into existence long after that era had already ended."

Max studied her carefully, piecing together the implications of her words. "Then that means something does not add up," he said slowly. "If all the true gods vanished during that era, then how did you come to exist? Were you created by someone, or were you born in the same way mortals are? Or did you ascend to godhood like a cultivator rising through realms?"

The question lingered between them, filled with genuine curiosity.

A faint smile appeared on the goddess's lips, though it carried a trace of sadness. "That is indeed a very good question," she replied softly. "But the answer is not as simple as you might hope. In fact, it is rather tragic."

Max's gaze sharpened, sensing that what she was about to reveal would be no less unsettling than everything he had already heard.

She took a slow breath before continuing. "There exists a connection between the inheritors of the Dimensional Keeper legacy and the very structure of existence itself, a connection that very few are even aware of. Every time an inheritor of this legacy dies, something extraordinary happens. In the endless void beyond all known realities, a new universe is born."

Max's pupils shrank slightly as he absorbed her words.

"I do not fully understand the mechanism behind it," she admitted. "Even for me, it remains an unfathomable mystery. Yet this phenomenon has been observed across countless cycles of time. The death of an inheritor does not simply mark an end. It acts as a catalyst for creation on a cosmic scale."

Her voice grew quieter, almost solemn. "Since the fall of the Era of Gods, there have been innumerable inheritors, and every single one of them has met an untimely end. Their deaths have not been meaningless. Each one has given rise to a new universe, expanding the vastness of existence beyond what anyone from that ancient era could have imagined."

Max felt a strange chill run through him as the implication settled in his mind. Lives that ended in tragedy were somehow tied to the birth of entire worlds.

The goddess continued, her expression turning distant. "With the creation of these countless universes, new forms of existence began to emerge. Beings like me are a result of that expansion. I was not created by a true god, nor did I ascend from mortality in the way cultivators do. I came into being as a response to the growing complexity of existence itself."

She looked at him again, her eyes carrying a quiet gravity. "My purpose is to maintain balance and protect these universes from threats that originate beyond them. As more universes were born, the need for entities capable of safeguarding them also increased. That is the role I was given when I came into existence."

Her lips curved into a faint, almost melancholic smile. "In a way, you could say that my existence, and the existence of others like me, is built upon the deaths of those who came before you. The inheritors who were never allowed to reach their full potential became the foundation for an ever-expanding multiverse."

The air grew still as her final words settled.

"And that," she said softly, "is why I call it tragic."

Max did not speak for a long time. The silence around him stretched as he absorbed everything he had learned, allowing the weight of the truth to settle within his heart.

The goddess watched him quietly before letting out a soft sigh. "Are you afraid now?" she asked, her voice carrying a trace of concern. "This is exactly why I hesitated to tell you the truth about the Dimensional Keeper legacy."

Max lifted his head and looked at her, and to her surprise, a calm smile appeared on his face. "Whether I know the truth or not does not change anything," he said in a steady voice. "In the end, everything comes down to strength. If I become powerful enough, then nothing in existence will be able to kill me."

He paused briefly, and the light in his eyes grew sharper. "In fact, knowing the truth has only made my path clearer. I have already walked this far, and I have no intention of dying halfway and letting everything I have endured amount to nothing. If this legacy carries a curse, then I will be the one to break it."

A firm resolve filled his gaze as he spoke, his will unwavering.

The goddess nodded quietly, her expression calm yet complicated. She had witnessed many inheritors stand exactly as he did now, filled with determination after learning the truth, convinced that they would be the exception.

And yet, every single one of them had met the same tragic end.