Previously on Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100...
Max and Mark remain locked in a violent stalemate at the absolute peak of power, their clashing authorities threatening to shatter the sealed battlefield. While Mark relies on the divine laws of causality to endlessly restore himself, Max strategically holds back his trump card of time to focus on the evolution of his severing sword. To overcome Mark’s immortality, Max realizes he must transcend the fifth level of his concepts and define his own Cosmic Path—a unique direction of power that can slice through the very laws of the universe. No longer restraining his strength, Max unleashes the full might of his mastered concepts of flame, ice, thunder, and space, pushing reality to its breaking point as he seeks a strike that can sever destiny itself.
Max ceased his hesitation. As his will hardened, he launched an all-out assault that caused the world to tremble in fear. Leading the charge was his blade, imbued with the absolute power of the fifth level Concept of Severing Sword; every arc of his weapon rent the heavens, leaving behind wailing fissures in the fabric of reality.
The strikes that Mark managed to evade did not simply vanish. Instead, they sliced through the horizon, splitting continents in two and carving the oceans into steaming canyons, treating the very crust of the planet like brittle paper.
Simultaneously, the Black Sun inheritance surged to life. Massive armaments forged from abyssal flames plummeted from the firmament like dying stars. Greatswords, pikes, and heavy halberds composed of oppressive fire rained down upon Mark with apocalyptic might, each burning with the essence of the fifth level Concept of Flames.
From Max’s form, a tide of ice erupted. This was no mere frost, but a manifestation of absolute zero born from the fifth level Concept of Ice. Colossal frozen shards pierced through the dimensions, aiming to impale Mark and solidify his divine authority at its very origin.
Crimson lightning danced violently around Max, every bolt saturated with the fifth level Concept of Lightning. These strikes fell with such transcendent velocity that the atmosphere could not even vibrate in response. Meanwhile, the fifth level Concept of Space warped the surroundings, twisting distance and orientation to ensure Mark had no path of retreat.
Every one of these powers was unleashed without restraint. Even the concepts Max had yet to fully refine roared with their maximum potential, for at the fifth level, the sheer quality of authority outweighed the nuances of control.
Mark stood at the epicenter of this cataclysm, parrying certain strikes with serene accuracy and dodging others with haunting fluidity. Nevertheless, the scale of the destruction was impossible to disregard. Each time he evaded, a portion of the world was obliterated in his stead; each time he blocked, the resulting impact sent tremors through the core of the planet and out into the void.
On several occasions, the force actually blasted him backward, sending him crashing into the earth.
Mountain ranges crumbled into fine silt, the firmament cracked under a weight it was never designed to hold, and the fundamental laws of nature shuddered as if being forcibly rewritten by pure carnage.
This was far more than a simple combination of elements. It was the simultaneous, overwhelming manifestation of multiple fifth level concepts, each exerting its most potent nature regardless of its level of polish.
Max stood amidst the devastation like a personified disaster. His body radiated overlapping layers of authority that would have shattered the world entirely had he not stabilized the area with spatial laws. In that moment, it was evident that this duel had transcended a mere fight for victory. It was a collision between a being tethered to the world's causality and a mortal who had begun to forge his own path through it.
"Is this the extent of your peak?" Mark let out a laugh as he emerged from the pulverized depths of a crater. He hovered effortlessly into the sky, draped in a mixture of divine radiance and tainted scarlet energy. "Then allow me to display my true power as well." The crown upon his brow erupted in a violent blaze, and the world's divine authority immediately answered him like a subservient thrall.
The heavens distorted as the layers of reality were stripped away, exposing massive webs of cause and effect bound to Mark’s command. Great expanses of space collapsed inward as gargantuan divine structures materialized around him, while seas of high-density energy swirled like the birth and death of galaxies.
With a casual motion from Mark, mountains were inverted into continental-sized spears, tearing away from the earth and hurtling toward Max with the power to erase existence itself. Torrents of divine energy flooded the air, overriding local gravity and time. The resulting shockwaves were powerful enough to annihilate peak Divine Rank experts a thousand times over before they could even perceive the threat.
This was no longer just borrowed power or tainted instinct; it was the absolute expression of a crownbearer utilizing the ultimate authority of his realm, bending the laws of nature into tools of total subjugation.
Max did not flinch, even as the world groaned under the immense pressure. His gaze sharpened, and his fifth level concepts surged in a display of flawless synchronization. The Concept of Space condensed around him, locking the battlefield in a firm grip to prevent the planet's collapse under Mark’s divine fury.
His Concept of Severing Sword intensified. Every swing of his steel cut through more than just matter and energy; it severed the very intent behind Mark’s spells, disconnecting cause from effect and causing world-ending arts to dissipate before they could reach fruition.
Abyssal flames flared into titanic shields and counter-attacks, incinerating divine constructs as they descended and reducing them to ash. Ice spread with tyrannical dominance, freezing flows of divine power into solid forms before shattering them into fragments of neutralized law.
Lightning tore through the sky with oppressive speed, repeatedly striking Mark’s techniques to destabilize their cores before they could coalesce. Every defensive move Max made was simultaneously an act of annihilation. Each collision of their respective powers sent massive quakes across the globe, fracturing continents and boiling the seas despite the spatial prison containing the brunt of the fallout.
The two fought without intermission, as world-ending techniques crashed together in a relentless cycle of conceptual and divine dominance. Mark summoned tempests capable of wiping out entire civilizations in an instant, but Max countered with sword strikes that dismantled those storms, erasing their very presence from reality.
The battlefield transformed into a realm where the laws of existence were redefined every heartbeat, and where survival was dictated by absolute mastery rather than simple strength. Neither combatant gave ground, and neither slowed their pace. With every clash, it became increasingly clear that this was no longer a fight between a fallen god and a human challenger.
It was a confrontation between two entities standing on the threshold of something far greater, each blow carrying the silent promise that if one should fail, the world itself would perish with them.
