Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1578 A Proposal!

"Who are you?"

The inquiry originated from one of the Primarchs, his voice a deep rumble laced with suppressed authority. Unlike the other primordial beings, none of the four recognized the man standing before them. This very fact was unsettling to them.

What caused them further disquiet was his appearance. He bore no resemblance to a human, nor did he exhibit any traits of a primordial. He was distinctly different from the devils they had been contending with for years. His entire being felt alien, as if he belonged to no known race within their known universe.

To the assembled four Primarchs, Kazreth was an enigma, an unknown entity. And the unknown was inherently synonymous with danger.

Their gazes intensified as they scrutinized him, each silently elevating their defensive posture to its absolute peak.

Kazreth, however, maintained an aura of complete calm.

A subtle smile graced his lips as he spoke, his tone tranquil and almost nonchalant. "I am Kazreth. It was I who orchestrated the arrival of the devils into this universe. Every single event that has transpired here originated because of my actions."

A profound silence descended in the wake of his declaration.

The very atmosphere seemed to grow palpably colder.

Then, one of the Primarchs stepped forward. It was the first among them.

His aura erupted outwards like a destructive tidal wave, causing the very ground of the battlefield to quake under his imposing presence. The earth fractured beneath his feet as he hefted his weapon, his eyes blazing with fervent killing intent.

"So, you are the genesis of this widespread calamity," the Primarch stated, his voice devoid of emotion and steady as he fixed his unwavering gaze upon Kazreth. "Then, any further discourse is rendered unnecessary. We shall purge this world of your presence and bring this protracted war to a definitive conclusion."

As his pronouncement concluded, the singular third eye situated at the center of his forehead began to unfurl.

A blinding radiance coalesced within its depths.

Without the slightest hesitation, a concentrated beam of pure light surged forth.

Its trajectory defied conventional understanding of an attack.

As it sliced through the battlefield, it imparted a chilling sensation that reality itself was being unmade in its path. Space warped and contorted around the beam, buckling and collapsing as if incapable of withstanding its passage. All that lay within its destructive course appeared destined for utter annihilation.

The potent beam impacted Kazreth directly.

Yet, in the very succeeding moment, it inexplicably dissipated.

The effulgent energy fractured into ephemeral shards of fading light and vanished as if it had never been. There was no concussive blast, no discernible resistance, and no visible form of defense. It simply ceased to exert any force the instant it made contact with him.

Kazreth remained standing, utterly untouched and unharmed.

The four Primarchs were struck into a stunned silence.

Disbelief flickered across their features, and a dawning realization began to take root within their minds.

Kazreth offered a slight smile as he observed their reaction.

"It appears you have grasped the situation," he remarked evenly. "I am an entity of a nature similar to yours. However, this corporeal form you perceive is not my true essence. It is merely a construct, a clone I fashioned specifically to infiltrate your universe. As beings like you should already comprehend, entities of our caliber cannot traverse into alternate universes with our original forms unless the dimensional barrier separating them is completely dissolved."

His tone remained composed as he elaborated further.

"Within this guise, my power is significantly diminished, far less than yours. To you, I am comparable to a mere ant. Nevertheless, my objective here was not to engage in conflict. I have arrived with a proposal."

One of the Primarchs, the sole female among them, took a tentative step forward. Her eyes were sharp and piercing, her expression etched with pronounced caution.

"And what grounds do you possess to believe we would entertain your proposal, rather than simply obliterating you here and now?" she inquired.

Kazreth executed a minuscule shrug, conveying an air of detachment as if the matter held no personal significance for him.

"Should you prefer to continue enduring ceaseless incursions from the devils, and subsequently, from my own kind, then by all means, you are at liberty to end my existence," he responded with an almost indifferent inflection.

These pronouncements caused the expressions of the four Primarchs to mature into ones of solemnity.

The gravity inherent in his words was undeniable and profound.

Following a brief interlude of silence, the fourth Primarch addressed him.

"State your objective," he commanded.

Kazreth's gaze elevated slightly, as if his perception extended far beyond the immediate confines of the battlefield.

"It is remarkably straightforward," he stated. "For reasons yet to be fully elucidated, it appears all our respective universes are interconnected by a force that transcends our collective understanding. It is a power antedating our own existence, vastly superior to us, something that exists beyond the established parameters of our known reality."

He paused momentarily before resuming his explanation.

"And I posit that your universe occupies a central position within that nexus of connection. Consequently, it may represent the sole nexus from which that ultimate power can be accessed."

His eyes then drifted towards the distant horizon, directing his focus towards the direction of the Ascension Tunnel.

"I am of the conviction that the crucial element for reaching that primordial source resides within the Ascension Tunnel," he declared with composed certainty. "Pray tell, does this not pique your curiosity? A power that predates beings such as ourselves, possessing a magnitude far exceeding anything we have ever encountered. Does such a prospect not hold fascination for you?"

A faint, knowing smile reappeared on his countenance.

"By all logic, such a thing should not exist. And yet, it does. It stands right before us, hidden in plain sight."

The four Primarchs fell into silence after hearing Kazreth's words.

Their expressions were no longer as steady as before. What he had revealed was not something that could be dismissed lightly. A power older than them, a force that connected multiple universes, and the possibility that their own universe stood at the center of it all was enough to shake even beings of their level.

They did not respond immediately.

Instead, they communicated among themselves in secret, their thoughts exchanging at a speed far beyond words. Their gazes remained fixed on Kazreth, but beneath that stillness, a silent discussion unfolded, weighing the risks, the implications, and the truth behind his claims.

Moments later, they reached a conclusion.

"We reject your proposal," one of the Primarchs said, his voice firm and resolute.

Kazreth's expression changed slightly.

A faint frown appeared on his face, though there was no real surprise in his eyes.

"I had a feeling you would say that," he replied calmly.

As he spoke, something appeared in his hand.

It was a small object, perfectly shaped like a cube, yet the moment it came into existence, it did not remain still. It floated into the air and began to transform continuously. Its edges softened and reshaped, shifting from a cube into a sphere, then into a cylinder, then into a prism, and then into forms that defied simple definition.

It never stopped changing.

At the same time, a strange force spread outward from it.

A transparent field formed instantly, expanding in all directions until it enclosed all four Primarchs within it. The space inside that barrier seemed slightly distorted, as though reality itself had become unstable within its confines.

"What is this?" one of the Primarchs demanded.

Without hesitation, he struck the barrier with his fist.

The impact was immense, carrying enough power to shatter mountains and tear apart space, yet the forcefield did not move even slightly. The energy of the strike was absorbed and dispersed as though it had never existed.

The other three Primarchs' expressions shifted to shock. They immediately understood that this was no ordinary restraint.