Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100

Chapter 559: An attack that can’t be blocked

The elven woman tilted her head and smiled, her voice carrying unnaturally across the space between them.

“Haha, you can,” she nodded graciously. “Since you’ve already passed the test, the result of what’s going on doesn’t matter anymore. You’ve met the requirement. So even if you use other concepts or inheritances—outside of the True Inheritance Hall—it doesn’t matter now.”

She smiled deeper, her golden eyes gleaming with expectation. “You passed fair and square. Whatever you do next… is your decision.”

Max’s lips curved slowly into a smirk, his eyes narrowing as he turned back toward the collapsing world around him. Flames crackled. Space trembled. The sky, or what remained of it, bled golden-black light.

“Then it’s time,” Max muttered, his voice laced with battle intent. “Let me show you what I can really do.”

He drew his black sword slowly, reverently, as if waking an old, dying friend for one final journey. Both hands gripped the hilt tightly, knuckles whitening under the strain. Raising the blade above his head, he inhaled deeply, and then—released.

The Concept of Severing Sword burst forth like a tide unshackled. The pressure was immense, oppressive. The blackened ground beneath his feet, once scorched and cracked from the earlier battle, disintegrated entirely, erased from existence as if wiped clean by some celestial decree. The very concept of earth had ceased to be where he stood.

His sword trembled violently, as if screaming under the strain of channeling something far beyond its limits. He held on. Max held on.

‘Don’t break now. Just be with me one last time,’ he prayed inwardly to the blade that had been with him through hell and blood and triumph. The blade cried under the concept’s weight, but he gritted his teeth and clung to it anyway.