Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1313 Eve of the Final Battle

Upon their return to Acaris, Max and Lucien found a world that felt completely hollowed out. A heavy silence draped over every city, battlefield, and hidden corner of the planet. With every living soul already safely stored away, the two of them stood alone beneath the vast, fading sky of a doomed world.

They ascended from the secret chamber of the Four God Nation, rising into the open air. The moment they took flight, they sensed a presence. An ancient and suffocating power was waiting for them, devoid of any impatience. Mark hovered calmly ahead, his expression serene and composed. Behind him loomed a legion of Ascendants, their combined auras forming a wall of pressure that warped the very fabric of space.

Max’s eyes narrowed as he spotted a familiar face among the ranks. It was Cain. This was the same Cain he had encountered in the Lower Domain when the Ascendants first arrived to recruit him. Though time had passed, the icy arrogance in Cain’s eyes remained perfectly intact.

Slowly, Mark raised his hand, pointing toward the far horizon. "Do you see that?" he inquired in a low, steady voice.

Max and Lucien followed the gesture. What they witnessed caused even Max’s expression to tighten with concern.

A colossal, dark red cloud was rolling across the heavens like a sentient disaster. It pulsed and churned as it advanced, consuming everything in its path. Massive sections of the Middle Domain had already been erased, leaving no ruins behind. Given its current velocity, the entire Middle Domain would be devoured within a few short days.

"This world is finished," Mark stated slowly, his voice empty of both grief and rage. "In our current states, neither you nor I possess the power to halt it."

Max turned back to him, his gaze piercing. "Are you claiming that even at your peak, you would be useless here?"

Mark gave a soft chuckle, a flicker of disdain appearing in his eyes. "No. At my full strength, there is a possibility I could combat it and force that red cloud to retreat. A chance," he noted firmly. "However, that only occurs if I am whole."

He fixed his stare directly on Max. "So, tell me. Are you prepared to surrender the final two pieces of my soul?"

Max did not offer an immediate reply. A long silence followed before he finally spoke. "How can I trust you?"

Mark smiled, appearing genuinely amused by the question. "That is the beauty of it, Max. You cannot."

His grin widened as he went on. "You are without options. You either hand over the remaining fragments of my soul, or that mindless spirit devours this world. Those are the only two paths."

He gestured lazily toward the heavens. "The ascension tunnel has been destroyed. You cannot depart from this world, nor can you flee to another realm. Every person you hold dear is trapped here just as I am. Therefore, make your choice."

Mark’s eyes locked onto Max’s. "Choose with care."

Max looked at Mark and let out a soft laugh, one devoid of both victory and spite. "I used to despise you with every fiber of my being," he remarked calmly. "That hatred was my fuel for a long time. But recently, I came to a realization. I can no longer bring myself to hate you. I only feel pity. You were destined to be the savior of this world against every disaster, yet you stand here as the exact opposite of that fate."

He watched Mark steadily, his voice dropping an octave. "Do you even recall what happened to you? Do you grasp what forced you down this road, or has the corruption of that blood erased your memory entirely?"

"I know! I know!" Mark’s voice erupted in a sudden fury, as if Max had touched a raw nerve. His calm facade shattered, and his aura began to surge violently. "I fought for this world more times than I can count. I gave my life for it repeatedly. And my reward? I was ambushed by those four beasts, betrayed by the very world I sought to save, and transformed into this monster."

His eyes blazed with fire as he continued. "I craved vengeance. I wanted to tear those four beasts apart with my own hands. But they vanished. They concealed themselves so perfectly that no amount of searching could find them."

Mark’s tone shifted into something far darker. "That was the moment I saw the truth. My suffering happened because I tried to shield these pathetic humans. Once that realization took root, something inside me snapped. Ten thousand years ago, I began a slaughter. Millions perished. My Ascendants razed cities. Nulls wiped out entire territories. People screamed and begged, cursing the heavens. And you know what?" His mouth twisted into a savage grin. "Watching them die fulfilled me. It made me feel alive once more."

He squeezed his fists tight as the memories flooded back. "But it was fleeting. Soon after, a being from the Divine Realm came down and nearly ended me. Had I not been immortal, I would have died then. That only made my hatred for humanity grow deeper. They were fragile and weak, bringing nothing but ruin."

Mark glared at Max, his eyes filled with a violent determination. "So, do not pity me. Never think I am just the product of cursed blood. This is who I am. I chose this existence. I embraced it. This is not merely the blood speaking. This is me. I am an immortal, I am a god. The god of this world."

Max observed Mark in silence for a long time, his gaze deep and steady, as if searching for any remnant of the man hidden beneath the insanity.

Then, without any hesitation, he raised his hand and produced the final two fragments of Mark’s soul. The surrounding air vibrated slightly, reacting to the resonance of parts that were never meant to be torn apart.

"Take them," Max said softly, his voice unwavering.

The moment the soul fragments were revealed, the atmosphere shifted. The sword that had been buried in the heart and the blade floating near the corrupted crown suddenly began to dissolve. They did not break apart with violence.

Instead, they crumbled into countless golden shards that sparkled like sunlight. These fragments did not drift away; they were pulled toward the evil sword in Max’s hand, flowing into it as if returning home.

As the pieces merged, the sword burst with a magnificent golden light. The dark, malevolent aura that had clung to the weapon was instantly purged, washed away by a wave of absolute purity.

In that heartbeat, the infernal and wicked energies that had stained the blade for eons disappeared. What remained was its true form—a divine sword restored to its former glory, calm and radiant, as if it had never been touched by corruption.

Mark did not even look at the transformation. The reborn divine sword, the vanishing darkness, and even Max himself were irrelevant. His focus was entirely on the crown and the heart, his expression intense and nearly worshipful.

He could feel it clearly. The two lost fragments of his soul were right there, sealed within those objects, calling to him with an irresistible pull. The hunger and the sense of being incomplete that had haunted him for ages surged violently in his chest.

In that instant, the entire universe seemed to shrink to a single point for Mark, as the hope of becoming whole burned brighter than anything he had ever known.