Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1510 Max Coming Out!

"You may go now," the elder stated calmly, his translucent form beginning to dissipate into the atmosphere. His silhouette shimmered like a dying ember, yet his eyes remained locked onto Max without wavering.

Before he drifted completely out of existence, he delivered one final instruction.

"Bear this in mind. Whatever transpired on the hundredth floor must remain a secret."

Max offered a silent, affirmative nod. He fully grasped the weight behind that warning. The existence of the Overlord Body Codex, the secret of the second tower, and every facet of Saint Reiner’s inheritance were details that could not be uttered to the world.

The old man’s image gradually disintegrated into countless glowing motes until nothing of him remained.

The chamber, previously pulsating with his formidable presence, fell into absolute stillness.

"So, it is finished?" Max murmured, releasing a long, shaky breath.

Before his thoughts could settle, the surrounding space began to warp once more. An gentle, irresistible pull tugged at him as the tower initiated its exit sequence, translocating him away from the hidden room.

In a heartbeat, his form vanished from the hundredth floor of the Combat Legion Tower.

A short burst of radiance erupted at the tower’s base.

When the brilliance receded, Max stood firmly upon the stone plaza outside the structure.

For several moments, an eerie silence gripped the masses gathered before the projection platform. Many disciples and Elders remained transfixed on the darkened screens, vainly attempting to discern what events had unfolded within.

Then, a voice broke the stillness.

"Look! Max has emerged from the tower!"

The shout instantly commanded the attention of the entire assembly.

"He has returned!"

The crowd erupted, disciples murmuring in excitement as they pivoted toward the tower’s entrance.

"Has the trial finally concluded?"

"What actually happened once the projections went dark?"

"Did he truly conquer the final level?"

Speculation rippled through the throng like a wildfire.

Because the displays had flickered out long before his final act, everyone was dying to know the outcome of Max's ordeal.

Some disciples even began to construct their own theories.

"Max is undeniably the supreme genius of our Black Dragon Clan," one exclaimed with fervor. "The tower surely cut the feed because it didn't want us to witness his mastery on the hundredth floor."

"That has to be the reason," another quickly echoed. "Why else would the tower spirit terminate the vision at such a pivotal moment?"

The Elders and the seven house patriarchs kept their gazes fixed on Max with intense scrutiny.

Mathew Grimes reacted first. His eyes glittered as he took in the sight of Max standing safely beyond the gates. A wave of profound relief and triumph surged through his chest.

"He has emerged," Mathew whispered, a smile breaking across his features. "The trial is over."

Victor Veron and his peers exchanged enigmatic glances. Though they lacked visual confirmation of the final events, the mere fact that Max returned unharmed spoke volumes of his triumph.

Even Elder Joe regarded Max with a look of heavy contemplation.

For a man who had seen generations of prodigies rise and fall, the spectacle Max had provided today shattered every expectation he held. The young man had not only decimated the long-standing record of the Black Dragon Clan but had hit heights that even the elites of the Violet Star Palace had failed to touch.

Joe exhaled slowly, watching the boy.

"That child…" he muttered to himself.

A rare, faint smile graced his lips.

"He is truly extraordinary."

Max paid no mind to the cacophony of voices swelling around him. Upon stepping from the Combat Legion Tower, he ignored the clamoring disciples and the prying eyes of the Elders. Instead, he made his way with measured steps until he stood before Lady Virelia.

"You performed admirably," Lady Virelia remarked, bestowing a warm smile upon him.

Max returned the gesture with a brief, polite inclination of his head. He remained tight-lipped. The trials within the tower were far more intricate than anyone outside could comprehend. While he wore a mask of composure, his mind still reeled from the events of the final floor.

As he stood by Lady Virelia, Max felt the weight of a hundred gazes. The disciples of the Black Dragon Clan, particularly those from the seven major families, tracked his every move with mixed expressions of awe and disbelief.

Utilizing the heightened senses bestowed by his Dimensional Sovereign Body, Max even detected those observing from the periphery, stealing glances while attempting to appear indifferent.

Among them, he caught sight of Lucia.

She watched him with a grave intensity, her focus absolute.

'I did reach the hundredth floor,' Max thought to himself. In the eyes of the others, the sudden blackout of the projections had cloaked his finale in mystery. Because of this ambiguity, many likely assumed his accomplishment was even more miraculous than what they had already seen.

Soon, the trial continued, with the next participant stepping forward.

Following Max’s departure from the spotlight, it was Zain’s turn.

Zain entered the structure with a face set in determination. The crowd once again fixated on the projection arrays as the tower charted his ascent, floor by painstaking floor.

His performance was commendable.

Zain climbed steadily, cutting down one construct after another as he mounted the levels. He eventually reached the ninety-first floor, matching the milestone Max had attained earlier.

A roar of cheers broke out among the disciples when he felled the guardian of the ninety-first level.

However, his momentum faltered soon after.

When Zain breached the ninety-second level to face its guardian, the struggle became perilous. Despite fighting with ferocity and immense skill, he was ultimately unable to surpass his opponent.

Moments later, he was spat out of the tower's entrance.

Despite his defeat, reaching the ninety-second floor was a testament to his immense potential.

After Zain, it was Isabella’s turn to approach.

The air surrounding the trial grounds thickened with tension as the spectators watched her attempt.

Isabella scaled the floors with grace and precision. Her progress was fluid and dominant, reaffirming why she was touted as one of the Black Dragon Clan’s premier talents.

Eventually, she too reached the ninety-first floor.

Yet, unlike Max or even Zain, Isabella found insurmountable resistance. After a grueling exchange, she was ultimately driven from the tower.