Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1 Awakening the SSS-Rank Class

Valora Continent, East Region.

Within Crestford City, a prominent hub in the Inner Circle, a crowd of fifteen-year-olds gathered. Their expressions were a complex blend of grim focus and suppressed dread.

Various armaments—ranging from sharpened swords and sturdy spears to bows paired with full quivers—were strapped to their backs. They stood in formation, facing the pulsating blue glow of the portal ahead.

A perimeter of armed guards in military uniform surrounded the gateway, their watchful eyes scanning the perimeter with professional intensity.

"We're really entering a dungeon this time!" a student shouted, his voice cracking with a mix of adrenaline and anxiety.

"I can't lie—I'm nervous too," another student confessed, shifting their weight from foot to foot.

"Hah! Pathetic," a cocky voice sneered. "There's nothing to fear in an awakening dungeon. It's just goblins."

"Easy for you to say," a peer hissed back. "I've never fought a monster before. This will be my first real battle, and honestly… it's a little terrifying."

"Don't overthink it," a calmer voice suggested, attempting to steady the group. "We've been trained for this for five years. The academy made sure we're prepared for anything the dungeon might throw at us."

"Exactly," another student added with a resolute nod. "All we have to do is stay cautious and stick to what we've learned. We'll be fine."

The chatter continued, echoing the duality of their fear and resolve. While some students were visibly shaken, their knuckles white as they gripped their weapons, others stood with the unshakable confidence instilled by Horizon Academy’s brutal training.

Standing out among the crowd was a striking young man. His silver-white hair caught the light with every turn of his head, and his piercing pink eyes held a strange, otherworldly depth that commanded attention.

"What? Are you afraid?" Max asked with a light chuckle, noticing his friend’s visible tremors. He was dressed in a blue shirt over a black tee, a sword secured to his hip. A small pack was slung over his back, and a dagger was positioned for a quick draw, giving him an air of casual readiness.

"A little," Nevin whispered, his messy dark hair partially obscuring his downcast eyes. "Even though this is a no-rank dungeon, the boss monster inside could range from level 3 to level 5. And if luck isn't on our side… we might have to face a level 5 boss."

"Don't worry too much." Max laughed, playfully throwing an arm around Nevin's neck. "It's a goblin-based dungeon, and we all know they are the weakest monsters we could find in the dungeons, so don't think too much about it."

Nevin offered a weary sigh and a nod, though it was clear his anxiety hadn't vanished.

Max shook his head, feeling a touch of exasperation at his best friend’s terror over a harmless no-rank dungeon.

'Could he be planning to…?' A dark suspicion crossed Max's mind, but he quickly dismissed it. 'No, I am just overthinking this for sure. It must be the no rank dungeons.'

Commonly referred to as Awakening Dungeons, no-rank instances were the most basic tier of dungeons in existence. While they posed minimal risk, they were essential for every fifteen-year-old; entering one was the sole method to awaken a class and begin the path toward transcendence.

'I wonder what class I'll awaken...' Max mused, his pulse quickening with anticipation. Suddenly, a memory surfaced—the face of someone he hadn't seen in years.

'Big Sister... Where are you? It's been two years…' The light in his eyes faded, replaced by a shadow of grief.

'Are you in some kind of trouble?' he thought, his fingers curling into tight fists. 'But don't worry—I'll come looking for you soon. Just let me awaken a class first.' His jaw set as he hardened his heart.

Five years ago, right before his sister’s own awakening, their parents had vanished without a trace. The siblings had been forced to survive on their own, with his sister serving as his sole source of stability.

However, two years ago, that final connection was severed when she stopped all contact and disappeared. The memory of their last meeting felt like it belonged to a different lifetime.

A hollow ache had lived within him ever since—a driving force to find her and uncover the mystery of their parents. That fire burned hotter with every passing day.

For Max, awakening a class wasn't just a graduation requirement; it was the vital first step toward reuniting his family and solving the enigmas of his past.

"Everyone!"

A middle-aged man with golden hair stepped forward. Dressed in a sharp black suit and matching glasses, he carried himself with the authority of his position: Shaun Wanes, the Dean of Horizon Academy.

"Students of Horizon Academy, this is the moment you've been waiting for—the beginning of your journey, the culmination of five years of relentless effort, discipline, and determination," he announced, his voice booming with pride.

"You have been trained, tested, and prepared for this day. The knowledge you've gained about dungeons and their dangers is etched into your very being, so I won't waste words on what you already know," he said, his tone shifting to a more somber note.

"But remember this: a dungeon is an unforgiving place, where the line between glory and tragedy is razor-thin. Be vigilant, for the unknown lurks in every shadow, and the unforeseen waits for no one."

The students nodded solemnly. Despite the lingering nerves of their first real combat experience, they felt the weight of their training. They knew the fear would evaporate the moment they stepped through the threshold.

"Alright then, go forth and conquer the dungeon," the Dean commanded, gesturing toward the shimmering blue gate.

"Let's go, Nevin," Max said, moving toward the portal. Nevin followed closely, trailing in his wake.

The students of Horizon Academy moved in unison, stepping into the light and vanishing from the city square.

As Max crossed the threshold, a brief wave of dizziness hit him. When his vision cleared, he was standing in a cramped stone corridor. Torches flickered on the walls, and the air was thick with a repulsive odor. 'Damn, this place is smelly.'

He scanned his surroundings and saw six other students, though none of them were from his social circle.

Suddenly, a brilliant blue interface manifested in his field of vision as a voice echoed in his mind.

[Congratulations to Max Voidwalker for awakening a SSS rank class—Dimensional Keeper.]

Max went rigid, his breath hitching. 'SSS rank class!' His mind spun, struggling to process the impossible words. His heart hammered against his ribs as he stared at the notification, terrified it might be a hallucination or a system error.

"This… this can't be real…" he breathed, his voice cracking with emotion. He felt as though the world had tilted on its axis.

In this world, class ranks from F to SSS dictated a person's entire future. F-rank was considered bottom-tier, D-rank was the standard, and even an A-rank was a ticket to fame and fortune. But SSS-rank? That was the stuff of legends—a tier most people didn't even believe existed.

Max had only hoped for something manageable. A C or D rank would have sufficed to keep his goals within reach. But this was beyond his wildest fantasies.

He took a shaky step back, his hands trembling. The weight of the situation began to settle on him.

"SSS rank… I'm at the absolute peak of potential… in the entire world." He squeezed his eyes shut and gripped his fists until his knuckles turned white, a flood of pure adrenaline washing over him.

For a boy who had conditioned himself for a life of struggle, the reality was overwhelming. A class of this caliber meant more than just combat power—it meant he was a child of destiny. Every obstacle in his path had just been obliterated. His future was no longer just bright; it was legendary.

A frantic, disbelieving laugh escaped his lips. "How… how did this happen to me?"

Shock gave way to a wide, trembling smile. For the first time, Max felt that the world wasn't just a place to survive—it was a place that had chosen him for greatness.

'I was always taught to be content with what I had, to find happiness in whatever life gave me. But this… this changes everything,' Max thought, his resolve solidifying. 'With a SSS rank class, settling for anything less than the very best would be a disgrace—to myself, and to the potential this class represents. I can't waste this gift. I won't.'