Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1312 A Plan

"There is no need for such deep concern," Jim remarked, offering a slight smile as he felt the heavy tension lingering in the air. "Even if that blood has developed its own intelligence, it won't provide any genuine assistance to the crownbearer. It remains tethered by the crown and restricted by its own flawed state."

"I truly hope you are right," Max answered in a low voice. At this stage, every possible preparation had been completed. The crown was under control, the hidden truths were brought to light, and the ultimate path lay open before them. The only tasks remaining were to exit the secret domain, deliver the crown and the soul fragments back to Mark, and then execute him permanently. Once that was finished, Max could finally achieve his ascension without any debts or unfinished business holding him back from leaving this world.

Reducing it to words made it sound simple, yet Max understood better than anyone that simplicity was not the same as ease. Nevertheless, he repeated the thought to himself like an anchor. It is a simple plan. We only need to kill Mark.

With his mind set, Max shifted his focus toward Lucien, his eyes narrowing. "Lucien," he began slowly, "are you certain you are a being of this world?"

The abruptness of the question clearly startled Lucien. He stared at Max with a combination of shock and bewilderment. "I am," he replied after a moment of silence. "What would possess you to ask such a thing so suddenly?"

"Because your existence is an anomaly," Max answered bluntly, though his voice lacked any hint of accusation or anger. "By any normal logic, your growth is impossible. You have done almost nothing, yet you reached the pinnacle of Divine Rank as if the world itself was forcing your progress. To me, it feels like a mockery of fate. Such development makes me wonder if your roots truly lie here or if they belong elsewhere."

He moved a step closer, his gaze fixed and steady. "Do not take offense. I simply refuse to take any pointless risks at this point. If you were not originally from this world and you were the one to land the killing blow on Mark, all our efforts would be for nothing. You understand that as well as I do."

Lucien’s face gradually grew grave. The slight trace of humor he usually wore disappeared, replaced by a quiet resolve. "I recognize your worry," he said with total seriousness. "But you have no reason to doubt my origin. I am a child of this world. I was born here, and I have spent my entire life here. This world is my only home, and I possess no ties to any other realm."

Max scrutinized him for a long beat before finally nodding. "I hope your words are true."

His suspicion was not without merit. The logic of Lucien’s existence was flawed in countless ways. Reaching Divine Rank strength at an age when one shouldn't even have begun Cultivation was preposterous by any known metric. If Lucien did not hail from the Divine Realm, then what exactly was he? Yet, despite the lingering doubts, Max decided to trust his instincts for the time being.

After all, the ultimate conflict was looming, and there would be no place for second-guessing once the fighting started.

"Very well, we are departing from this secret domain," Max announced at last, turning to walk out of the great hall.

Since the crown was now completely suppressed by his fifth level concept of space, not a single wisp of evil energy escaped into the air. The suffocating pressure that had once gripped the Celestial Beast Temple vanished entirely, making the exit feel eerily peaceful compared to the terrors they had faced within. Max led the group forward without pausing, and it wasn't long before they stepped out of the temple and onto the open ground before the entrance.

As soon as Freya spotted Max emerging while holding a spherical barrier containing the dark red crown and the sword, she knew their mission inside the temple was a success. Her eyes immediately darted to the shadowy forms and the young man trailing behind him, her face reflecting her shock and confusion.

"Are those…?" Freya started, her voice trailing off as she struggled to comprehend the sight.

Max didn't leave her wondering for long. "These are the Four Divine Beasts," he explained calmly. "Think of them as remnants rather than their complete selves. And this is Jim. He is the one who battled Mark in the past and placed the seal on him when he couldn't be killed."

He went on in a firm tone. "They will be our allies in the coming fight against Mark."

Freya exhaled deeply and gave a slow nod as she processed the news. "Do you have a strategy for the battle?" she inquired.

"I do," Max replied, then stopped to address the entire group gathered outside the temple. His voice resonated clearly through the area. "Everyone, enter the Life Space Rings. From this moment on, we are moving toward our final confrontation with Mark. If we are victorious, this world will finally be liberated. If we should fail, I will ensure my own survival so that all of you can continue to live."

The Elders and the geniuses traded quick glances before nodding with solemn expressions. Not one of them tried to debate or object. They all recognized how dire the situation was. This was the turning point, and any hesitation would lead to ruin. One by one, they stepped into the Life Space Rings in silence.

Once they were gone, Max turned back to the figures who remained. Every person left would play a direct role in the upcoming war.

"Initially, only Lucien and I will show ourselves to Mark," Max instructed while looking at them. "We will lure him out and attempt to wound him as much as possible. Once he is in a weakened state, Big Sis, you will hit him with your most powerful sneak attack. Following that, the Four Divine Beasts and Jim will launch a coordinated assault."

His eyes grew sharp as he concluded the plan. "The final strike must be delivered by a native of this world, and that will be Lucien. That blow will end Mark's life once and for all."

It was a blunt strategy, born not from arrogance but from sheer necessity. There was no room for over-complication or doubt. It was the most viable plan Max could create, and now that everything was ready, only fate would decide if it would succeed.