Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1590 Curse of the Dimensional Keeper Legacy

Her declaration hung in the air before she elaborated. "Among those countless divine beings, one entity was known by the title, the Dimensional Keeper. This being coexisted with other true gods, tasked with overseeing the equilibrium of dimensions, spaces, and realities. However, a catastrophic event must have transpired during that period. At some point, the Era of Gods concluded abruptly, and all true gods vanished from existence."

Her gaze sharpened, a flicker of disturbance crossing her features. "The reason for their disappearance remains unknown. Entire historical accounts were obliterated, and the remaining records are fragmented and incomplete. Nevertheless, one persistent suspicion has endured through the ages."

She focused her eyes on Max, her voice dropping to a low, intense whisper. "I surmise that the downfall of the gods is intrinsically linked to the Dimensional Keeper. Indeed, I suspect that whatever transpired during that era—be it a conflict, a betrayal, or something even more incomprehensible—the Dimensional Keeper was at its epicenter. I firmly believe the vanishing of all true gods is directly connected to the Dimensional Keeper."

Max remained motionless, absorbing every syllable.

The goddess proceeded, a subtle undertone of uncertainty coloring her tone. "As for the curse itself, its true nature eludes my comprehension. I cannot ascertain if it was deliberately inflicted, if it resulted from a divine reprisal, or if it is merely the consequence of inheriting a power that once resided at the zenith of all existence."

She lowered her gaze slightly as she concluded. "All that I know is that the legacy was not passed down intact. Whatever actions the Dimensional Keeper took during the Era of Gods left more than just power; it left behind a heavy burden that continues to afflict every inheritor, as if the past itself refuses to release them from its grasp."

"I understand," Max murmured, though his mind was far from at peace. The magnitude of what he had just learned weighed heavily upon him, and even as he attempted to process it, he felt he had only just begun to perceive the surface of something far grander than himself.

After a brief pause, another thought surfaced, piercing through the others. He looked back at the goddess, his curiosity intensifying. "You mentioned you were not present during the Era of Gods, correct?"

She offered a small nod. "That is accurate. I came into being long after that era had concluded."

Max studied her intently, starting to connect the implications of her statements. "Then that suggests a discrepancy," he stated slowly. "If all the true gods disappeared during that era, how did you come to exist? Were you created by someone, or did you come into being akin to mortals? Or did you achieve godhood through cultivation, ascending through realms?"

The question hung in the air between them, imbued with genuine inquisitiveness.

A faint smile graced the goddess's lips, though it was tinged with sadness. "That is indeed a pertinent question," she replied softly. "However, the answer is not as straightforward as you might wish. In reality, it is quite tragic."

Max's gaze sharpened, sensing that her forthcoming revelation would be as unsettling as everything he had already heard.

She inhaled slowly before continuing. "A connection exists between those who inherit the Dimensional Keeper's legacy and the very fabric of existence, a link that few are even aware of. Each time an inheritor of this legacy perishes, something extraordinary transpires. In the boundless void beyond all known realities, a new universe is born."

Max's pupils constricted slightly as he absorbed her words.

"I do not fully grasp the underlying mechanism," she admitted. "Even to me, it remains an unfathomable enigma. Yet, this phenomenon has been observed across innumerable epochs. The demise of an inheritor signifies not merely an end, but acts as a catalyst for creation on a cosmic scale."

Her voice grew softer, almost reverent. "Since the decline of the Era of Gods, countless inheritors have emerged, and every single one has met a premature end. Their deaths have not been in vain. Each one has served as the genesis of a new universe, expanding the vastness of existence in ways unimaginable to anyone from that ancient time."

Max felt an inexplicable chill pervade him as the implication solidified in his mind. Lives that concluded in tragedy were somehow intertwined with the birth of entire worlds.

The goddess continued, her expression becoming distant. "With the emergence of these myriad universes, novel forms of existence began to take shape. Beings such as myself are a product of that expansion. I was not brought into existence by a true god, nor did I ascend from mortality in the manner of cultivators. I came into being as a response to the increasing complexity of existence itself."

She turned her gaze back to him, her eyes imbued with a profound solemnity. "My directive is to uphold equilibrium and shield these realities from external menaces. As more universes have coalesced into being, the necessity for entities capable of their protection has correspondingly escalated. This is the charge bestowed upon me at the moment of my genesis."

A subtle, almost sorrowful smile graced her lips. "In a manner of speaking, one could surmise that my own existence, and that of others like me, is founded upon the demise of those who preceded you. The successors who never attained their full capacity became the bedrock for an ever-multiplying multiverse."

An arresting stillness descended as her concluding declarations resonated.

"And that," she articulated with quietude, "is the reason for my designation of it as tragic."

An extended period of silence enveloped Max as he processed the entirety of the revelation, allowing the immensity of the revealed truth to embed itself within his core being.

The celestial being observed him placidly before emitting a gentle exhalation. "Do you now feel apprehension?" she inquired, a thread of disquiet woven into her tone. "This is precisely the apprehension that made me hesitant to impart the verity of the Dimensional Keeper lineage to you."

Max inclined his head, meeting her gaze, and to her astonishment, a serene smile bloomed upon his features. "My awareness of the truth or lack thereof changes nothing," he stated, his voice remarkably steady. "Ultimately, all resolves to power. Should I achieve sufficient might, then no entity within existence will possess the capacity to extinguish me."

He took a brief pause, the intensity within his eyes sharpening. "Indeed, knowing the truth has only served to clarify my path forward. I have already come this far, and I harbor no intention of perishing midway, rendering all my struggles and sacrifices utterly futile. If this legacy carries a curse, then I shall be the one to shatter it."

An unyielding resolution emanated from his stance as he articulated these words, his will standing immutable.

The goddess offered a quiet nod, her expression serene yet complex. She had borne witness to countless successors adopting this very posture, their hearts ablaze with resolve after grasping the truth, each convinced they would defy the inevitable.

And yet, every singular one of them had ultimately met the selfsame somber fate.