Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100

Chapter 1743: Max’s Choice!

“Exactly,” Nancy replied. “That is why outsiders rarely succeed. The Sword God Palace and War God Palace know more clues, more trial locations, more hidden signs, and more ancient records related to these inheritances. They prepare for this from birth. Other geniuses may only stumble upon the legacies by chance, but those two palaces actively hunt for them from the moment the conference begins.”

She then turned her gaze toward Max, her silver hair fluttering in the wind as her expression became more thoughtful.

“But after seeing your fighting style, I thought you might also be aiming for the War God legacy.”

Max glanced at her. “Because I fight with my fists?”

“Because you dominate while fighting,” Nancy said without hesitation. “You do not fight like a cautious seeker trying to survive by luck. You choose the battlefield, suppress the enemy, crush their strongest attacks, and turn their confidence into despair. In the Combat Hall, you defeated ten opponents in a row and killed Karo. Outside Starfall Haven, you dragged thousands of demons into your own domain and killed them all. That kind of overwhelming battlefield presence is exactly the kind of thing people associate with the War God legacy.”

Max gave a faint smile. “So because I killed too many demons, you assumed I wanted to become War God?”

Nancy shook her head. “Not because you killed them. Because of how you killed them.”

Max did not answer immediately.

He looked toward the distant darkness gathering near Witch God Valley, and his expression gradually became calm again. The War God legacy sounded powerful, and the support of the War God Palace was not something ordinary people could ignore.

The Sword God legacy also sounded tempting in its own way, especially since Max himself walked the path of the sword as well. But compared to saving Caroline and learning the truth about his mother, those legacies were not his priority right now.

After a while, Max said, “I am not aiming for it.”

Nancy looked slightly surprised. “Not at all?”

“At least not right now,” Max replied. “If the War God legacy appears in front of me, and if it does not get in my way, then I may look at it. But I did not enter this place to become the Saint of some palace.”

Nancy’s eyes flickered. “Then what did you enter for?”

Max’s gaze sharpened.

“To become strong,” Max said calmly. Nancy looked at him, and for a moment, the sound of the wind rushing past them seemed to fade beneath the weight of his words.

“These legacies look strong,” Max continued, his gaze fixed on the distant cursed mist gathering around Witch God Valley, “and whoever obtains them may indeed become extremely powerful, but I already have my own path to follow. I realized some time ago that my path does not belong to the Sword God, nor does it belong to the War God.”

Nancy’s eyes moved slightly.

Max’s voice remained calm, but the calmness carried a frightening certainty, the kind that did not come from ignorance or reckless arrogance, but from someone who had already looked at himself, measured his own direction, and decided what kind of existence he wanted to become. He did not sound tempted by the Sword God legacy, nor did he sound greedy for the War God legacy.

To him, those titles might be glorious in the eyes of countless geniuses, and those inheritances might be enough to make entire forces go mad with desire, but they were not the peak he was chasing.

“They may be powerful,” Max said, his eyes narrowing slightly, “but they are not my destination.”

Nancy remained silent.

For most young geniuses of the Divine Realm, the title of Sword God or War God would be enough to define their entire life. It would give them fame, resources, protection, and a path already recognized by countless generations.

Many would fight, bleed, betray, and die for even a chance to touch those legacies. But Max spoke about them as if they were not supreme opportunities, but only passing landmarks on the road ahead.

Max turned his head slightly and looked at Nancy.

“If I want to become the strongest,” he said, a faint grin appearing on his face, “then the so-called Sword God and War God are only stepping stones for me.”

Nancy’s breathing paused for half a moment. Those words were outrageous. They were so arrogant that if any disciple from the Sword God Palace or War God Palace heard them, they would probably attack Max on the spot. Even the ancient forces behind those titles might consider his words a direct insult.

The Sword God and War God were not ordinary names. They were titles that had shaken generations of the Cosmic Ascension Conference, names that countless geniuses worshiped as peaks of swordsmanship and battle. Yet Max had placed them beneath his feet in a single sentence.

But strangely, after seeing what he had done, Nancy could not immediately call his words foolish. She had seen him crush ten opponents inside the Combat Hall. She had seen him destroy Karo’s Pseudo Cosmic Path without revealing his own. She had seen him drag thousands of demons into a dimension of light and annihilate them with a single inheritance technique.

If another person had said such a thing, Nancy would have thought they were insane. When Max said it, she only felt a chill. Not because she fully believed he could surpass those ancient titles right now, but because he truly believed that he would, and the terrifying part was that his actions so far made that belief difficult to dismiss.

“You do realize,” Nancy said after a moment, “that if someone from the Sword God Palace or War God Palace heard you say that, they would probably treat you as an enemy.”

Max smiled faintly. “Then they can treat me as one.”

Nancy looked at him with a complicated expression. “You are already planning to offend the second faction of the elves, demons like Karo and Munro, and perhaps even the forces hunting Caroline. Do you really want to add the Sword God Palace and War God Palace to that list?”

Here is the continuation with the sudden ambush over the neutral city:

“Sword God Palace is already hunting me down, and I do not believe the War God Palace will do something exactly like the Sword God Palace,” Max said with a faint smile as he continued flying beside Nancy. “But this is still a tournament, and if the geniuses of the War God Palace come after me, then I will not back down from them either.”