Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1335 Allen Spencer

After a period of time spent in the company of Alice and Lenavira, Max made his way to the Tower of Truth. The heavy, suffocating pressure of ascension that had been relentlessly crushing his body vanished the instant he crossed the threshold. For the first time in a long while, he could stand tall and draw a breath without any restriction.

It was only at that moment that the true marvel of the Tower of Truth became clear to him. It was not merely a site for trials; it functioned as a total sanctuary that blocked the force of ascension exerted by the world itself. Within these walls, the world was powerless to drag him toward the Divine Realm, regardless of how immense his Cultivation became.

This realization meant that Max could potentially stay here for his entire life if he wished to postpone his ascension indefinitely. Though he knew such a path was not for him, the mere existence of the option provided a strange comfort.

Max elected to remain within the Tower of Truth for one more month. Rather than dedicating these days to Cultivation or the comprehension of laws, he focused on something far more meaningful. Utilizing his authority over the tower, he invited Alice and Lenavira inside, bringing them in and out of the restricted space at will.

The Tower of Truth, once a grim place of judgment and a pinnacle for the world's greatest geniuses, took on a surprisingly vibrant atmosphere during that month. Max filled his days wandering the massive halls with the two girls, uncovering secret chambers and finding joy in small things. They shared a sense of peace that felt almost surreal after the many hardships they had survived.

On occasion, they would gather on the tower’s elevated platforms, staring down into the vast internal expanse while discussing their pasts, their futures, and ambitions that no longer seemed out of reach.

There were afternoons when Max engaged in light sparring with them. He carefully suppressed his overwhelming power to teach them new techniques and fix the flaws in their forms, turning their training sessions into a playful activity rather than a grueling chore.

During the nights, they gathered for meals inside the tower using food brought from the outside. They laughed together as if Max had never carried the weight of the entire world on his shoulders. Alice’s laughter rang out without the shadow of fear, and Lenavira’s smile grew more radiant with every day that passed.

To Max, these quiet moments were far more valuable than any treasure or breakthrough in his Cultivation, as they served as a reminder of exactly why he had fought so hard to begin with.

The month slipped away quietly, ending all too soon like a beautiful dream. When the hour finally arrived for Max to exit the Tower of Truth and embrace his ascension, his heart was at peace.

That month of warmth and leisure had provided him with a foundation more solid than any meditative practice, granting him the internal strength to enter the Divine Realm without a single regret.

Suddenly, Max’s instincts flared as a strange ripple moved through the fabric of the world. Though the shift was subtle, it carried an undeniable authority. With a soft smile, Max excused himself from Alice and Lenavira, promising a quick return before his form flickered and vanished from the tower.

He materialized in a desolate forest where the environment felt unnaturally hushed, as if nature itself was holding its breath. No beasts roamed, no birds sang, and even the hidden pulse of vitality in the earth seemed to have retreated.

In the center of this silent wasteland stood a solitary figure with his back to Max. A golden crown rested upon the man's head, emitting a dignified and calm light that seemed perfectly in tune with the world. Max understood the situation immediately; the crown had finally selected its new host.

Sensing Max’s arrival, the figure turned around slowly without showing any signs of alarm. As their eyes met, Max saw a young man he did not recognize. His gaze held no arrogance or doubt, only a deep sense of clarity.

Recognizing Max, the young man instantly sank to one knee and bowed his head in a gesture of profound respect.

"Lord Max," he greeted him with genuine sincerity.

Max moved forward quickly, taking the young man by the arm to lift him up. His expression was stern but filled with kindness. "What are you doing?" Max asked softly. "You are the crownbearer of this world now. You are a person who was willing to sacrifice your life, your family, and your entire future for the sake of everyone. There is no need for you to kneel to me. Stand tall."

After a brief hesitation, the young man nodded solemnly and stood straight. Even then, he maintained an air of quiet humility rather than one of forced pride.

"Tell me your name," Max requested, noting that the youth looked to be only a few years into his adulthood.

"I am Allen Spencer," the young man answered, offering a smile that appeared honest and pure.

Max gave a nod of approval. "Allen, describe to me how it feels to hold the power of a god. Is there any discomfort? Do you feel any lingering darkness or intrusive thoughts?"

Allen tilted his head, seemingly inspecting his internal state before he spoke. "No. I feel quite positive. My mind is steady and clear. It feels like the calm sky after a great storm has moved on."

Max let out a soft sigh of relief. That response confirmed what he needed to know; there was no trace of the True Origin Devil Blood remaining within the crown.

At that moment, space rippled as two more figures arrived. Freya and Lucien appeared together, their eyes immediately falling upon the golden crown on Allen’s head. Surprise flashed across their features before they turned their gaze toward Max.

"Is he the one..." Freya started, her voice trailing off.

Max confirmed with a nod. "He is the new crownbearer of this world."

Freya observed Allen intently, her face softening as she felt the untainted aura of the crown. "He is so young," she remarked quietly.

Lucien let out a small smile as he looked at the youth. "If the crown has chosen him, then there is nothing to worry about."