Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1328 Power of a True God

"Let me try something," Max declared, stepping toward the tainted crown. His voice remained steady, even as a tempest of thoughts swirled within his mind.

Freya’s hand clamped onto his shoulder before he could advance further, halting his progress. "What are you doing?" she demanded, her gaze sharp as she glared at him.

Turning to face her, Max maintained an expression that was serious yet remarkably tranquil. "To be honest, I do not know," he admitted truthfully. "But I have a feeling I can fix all of this."

"You think I will let you become corrupted like Mark just because of a feeling?" Freya retorted, her voice rising in pitch. The memory of Mark’s descent into darkness was still a fresh, agonizing wound.

"You have to believe me," Max said softly. "I can fix this. I can fix all of it."

"No," Freya answered firmly, her tone brookng no dissent. "I cannot let you risk being corrupted. That crown is evil, and it cannot be controlled by any being. It would be better to seal it away and leave it in Acaris forever."

"I think we should give Max a chance," Lucien intervened suddenly. His voice was calm as he looked toward Freya. "He can control infernal energy, and from what we have seen, infernal energy does not affect him the way it affects others. If he can purify the crown of its evil energy, then we may actually have a way to expel the Devouring Spirit."

He spoke with a quiet sense of conviction. Having seen Max cleanse corruption previously, Lucien believed that if Max claimed he could succeed, there was a valid reason for that confidence—even if this ordeal was far more perilous.

"Are you serious?" Freya asked, turning to Lucien with eyes wide in shock.

"Just give me a chance," Max requested, meeting her eyes. "If it even feels like the crown is trying to control me, you can take it away immediately."

For a long interval, Freya stayed silent. Her expression shifted as she calculated the risks; her grip on Max’s shoulder tightened before slowly relaxing. Finally, she let out a sharp exhale and fixed him with a hard stare.

"Fine," she conceded at last. "But the moment something feels wrong, I will not hesitate."

Max nodded, understanding that this was his solitary opportunity.

With a final nod to her, Max drifted upward and arrived before the corrupted crown. It continued to emit waves of malevolent energy.

"Let's see what I can do," Max whispered to himself, reaching out to grasp the corrupted crown with both hands.

The moment his fingers made contact, an intense blue radiance flared in his eyes, so brilliant that Freya and Lucien were forced to shield their sight. A heartbeat later, that same azure light surged through Max’s body, enveloping him in a luminous aura. His figure rose slowly into the air, suspended as if the laws of gravity no longer applied to him.

"This…" Max breathed, his voice thick with astonishment. Upon touching the crown, he felt it clearly. The evil energy—the so-called True Origin Devil Blood—was gone. It hadn't been suppressed or sealed; it was erased entirely, as if it had never existed. There was no struggle, no backlash, and no resistance. It simply vanished upon contact with him.

Simultaneously, Max felt a deep bond form between himself and the artifact. He sensed its existence as though it were an extension of his own physical form. He could perceive its faint, instinctual thoughts, its massive authority, and the staggering power within, yet none of it felt antagonistic. It was obedient, calm, and strangely familiar, as if the crown had been waiting for his arrival.

"I can do this," Max murmured, conviction hardening his voice as the blue light surrounding him intensified.

As his aura expanded, the devastated world of Acaris began to transform. The shattered terrain, torn apart by the conflict between Max and Mark and ruined by the Devouring Spirit, began to mend. Broken continents slowly fused together once more.

Mountains that had been crumbled into debris rose again from the soil. Rivers that had long been parched began to flow with clear, vibrant water. The deep scars inflicted upon the world by endless disasters faded, as if time itself were flowing backward.

Then, a more miraculous event occurred. The fallen returned to life. Those lost during the war, and even those who perished long before the final conflict, rose again.

On the Valora Continent, where Max once thought salvation was impossible, humans who had died were pulled back into existence. Their bodies were restored and their souls returned, as if death had never touched them.

Freya and Lucien stood paralyzed, speechless. Shock was an insufficient word for what they were seeing. Freya, specifically, felt her understanding of the crown’s power shatter. She knew its boundaries and its authority. Even a perfect crownbearer should have been incapable of this. The crown could maintain balance and repel the Devouring Spirit, but it could not rewrite reality on such a massive scale.

Resurrection of this magnitude was supposed to be impossible.

Yet, Max was accomplishing it without effort.

Under Max’s presence, the world continued to heal, not just repaired but completely renewed, as if granted a second dawn.

"Is this… the power of a true god?" Freya whispered unconsciously, her voice barely a breath as she watched the world being restored.

Lucien remained silent. He watched without blinking, his expression frozen, appearing afraid that even a single breath might shatter the miracle unfolding before him.

The transformation took only a few minutes, though they felt like an eternity. When the blue radiance finally dimmed, the world of Acaris had been restored to its absolute zenith.

The lands were whole, the oceans were deep, and the skies were vibrant. Every mark left by the demonic invasion, the war, and divine catastrophes had disappeared.

Furthermore, all the humans who had died—whether in the demonic war, Mark’s ancient slaughters, or through the cruelties of the ages—were now alive. Their souls had been summoned back and their bodies reconstructed; fate itself had been edited.

As the final pulse of power dissipated, Max descended slowly. The glow left his body as he opened his eyes. He still held the crown firmly, but all traces of corruption were gone. It now radiated a magnificent golden light, pure and regal, emitting a calm authority that bore no resemblance to its former malice.

"I did it," Max said, a genuine, bright smile crossing his face. In that instant, every regret he had carried—every memory of the Valora Continent’s ruin and the lives he couldn't save—evaporated. The burden on his heart vanished, replaced by a deep sense of joy and relief he couldn't suppress.

Freya stared at him, still trying to wrap her mind around what she had seen. "What did you do?" she asked softly, her voice full of disbelief.

"It's a secret," Max answered with a playful grin.

Freya pouted, crossing her arms over her chest. "Oh, so now we are keeping secrets?"

Max let out a soft chuckle. "I think I have grown enough to keep a secret or two of my own."

Lucien looked at the crown in Max’s hands with a thoughtful expression. "What about the crown? What should be done with it?"

Max looked at him with clear confidence in his eyes. "We will let it choose a human from this world, of course. Someone worthy. A new crownbearer who can truly protect Acaris. But first, we must release the people from the Life Space Rings and return them home."

Freya’s expression became sharp again. "And the Devouring Spirit?"

"Don't worry," Max said with a relaxed smile. "I have already taken care of it."

Seeing his certainty, the remaining worries felt by Freya and Lucien began to fade. Max turned toward the rejuvenated world below, drifting downward as he prepared to repatriate everyone to Acaris.

"Let's go and bring everyone back," he said.

Lucien and Freya followed him, descending together toward a world that had been granted a second life.