Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1633 Parting Ways with Lucia and Isabella!

A peculiar hush descended upon the assembled crowd, as though an unseen force had simultaneously pressed down on every individual.

At the pinnacle of the rankings, overshadowing all other names, a solitary figure stood.

Max Morgan.

For a fleeting instant, there was no outward reaction.

Then, the astonishment exploded.

"What is this nonsense?"

"How could it possibly be him?"

"I understood that among all participants in this Smelting Trial, his cultivation is the weakest, holding only the 9th level of the Law Awakening Realm."

"That name… he was right here the whole time."

Lucia's eyes widened in astonishment as she gazed at the display screen, her breath catching slightly.

"…Max," she whispered, disbelief evident in her voice.

Beside her, Isabella momentarily froze before her gaze snapped towards him, sharp and piercing.

However, something even more bizarre than his top position existed.

His score was conspicuously absent.

Every other name on the list bore a numerical value next to it, signifying their performance during the trial.

All, that is, except for his.

Adjacent to Max Morgan's name, there was nothing but empty space.

No figure.

No recorded accomplishment.

Only his name, solitary and supreme at the very apex.

The multitude erupted once more, this time overwhelmed by bewilderment, suspicion, and outright disbelief.

"That's utterly impossible. How can there be no score recorded?"

"The system would never fail to log a result."

"So then, how did his name ascend to the top position?"

The murmurs grew progressively harsher.

"He possesses the Sword Sovereign's legendary weapon. That must be the reason."

"That artifact must have somehow interfered with the trial's recording system."

"No, this goes beyond mere interference. This appears to be outright manipulation."

"He cheated!"

These accusations spread like wildfire, fanned by envy and confusion, as an increasing number of participants sought to justify the inexplicable phenomenon before them.

Lucia remained silent, her gaze locked onto the screen, her mind racing through possibilities.

Isabella's expression grew stern, though a subtle hint of something else flickered beneath her icy façade. She truly felt that the more time she spent with Max, the more she grasped just how extraordinary this individual truly was.

Max himself displayed no outward reaction whatsoever. He stood calmly in his assigned spot, his gaze fixed upon the luminous screen, his eyes serene and unwavering, as if the commotion swirling around him held no relevance.

The torrents of shock, doubt, and accusation that swept through the crowd failed to touch him in the slightest; his countenance remained as composed as ever.

Yet, beneath that placid surface, he comprehended the situation with perfect clarity.

The trial system had not erred, nor had it neglected to register his performance. It had simply opted not to display the outcome.

His final score had reached a staggering one hundred and twenty, a figure that had already vastly exceeded the system's predetermined maximum threshold. If such a colossal number had been made visible next to his name for all to witness, Max felt certain the ensuing chaos would have escalated far beyond its current intensity.

At that juncture, nobody would have credited his actual capabilities. They would have invariably concluded that the trial system itself had malfunctioned, generating an impossible result.

Before the dissonant murmurs could fully escalate into uncontrollable pandemonium, a powerful voice resonated across the entire assembly.

"Everyone, please maintain your composure."

Elder Cael's voice bore an undeniable authority that instantly quelled the rising clamor. The crowd fell silent almost instantaneously, though the palpable tension in the atmosphere persisted.

"There has been no cheating," Elder Cael asserted, his tone resolute and unyielding. "The trial system operates with absolute fairness and unfailing accuracy. Max Morgan occupies the top position because he has been granted a concealed reward by the system. There exists no other explanation."

His pronouncement settled upon the onlookers, alleviating some of the prevailing doubt, though it did not entirely extinguish the profound shock that lingered within the hearts of many.

Elder Cael then subtly shifted his gaze before speaking again.

"The distribution of rewards for the Weapon Master Trial will commence shortly. The subsequent trial is scheduled to commence in six hours. Please utilize this interval for rest and preparation."

With a final, subtle gesture of his hand, he signaled the conclusion of the assembly.

The imposing presence of Elder Cael gradually receded, and the crowd began to disperse at a slow pace. Groups of disciples regrouped amongst themselves, conversing in hushed tones, their gazes occasionally flicking towards Max with expressions a complex mixture of awe and animosity.

Lucia observed the reactions unfolding around them, her brow furrowing slightly as she perceived the escalating hostility directed towards Max. Without further ado, she turned towards him and Isabella.

"Let's head back," she stated, her tone firm.

She had already registered the unwelcoming glances being cast in their direction and recognized that lingering any longer would undoubtedly attract unwelcome complications.

Isabella offered a slight nod, clearly grasping the precariousness of the situation, and Max followed suit without any objection.

The trio commenced their return journey toward their living quarters, the clamor of the dispersing crowd gradually receding behind them.

They had traversed only half the distance when Max unexpectedly broke the silence.

"You two proceed ahead," he stated with an air of ease. "I intend to explore the Combat Tower within this Violet Star Palace."

Lucia halted abruptly, her expression clouding over as she turned to face him.

"No," she declared, her voice firm and unwavering.

Her refusal was immediate and absolute, leaving no space for negotiation.

"You've already attracted an excessive amount of attention," she elaborated, a note of apprehension coloring her tone. "Numerous disciples from other third-rate factions are disgruntled by the recent events. Should you venture out alone now, there's a significant likelihood someone might seek to provoke you."

Max listened intently before offering a slight shrug, his relaxed demeanor unchanged.

"It matters little," he responded. "This is the Violet Star Palace. I doubt anyone would dare openly cause a disturbance within its bounds. I shall be perfectly fine. You ought to return. I will rejoin you anon."

Lucia's countenance grew somber, clearly unconvinced by his assertion.

Before she could voice another objection, Max had already departed.

His form surged forward, vanishing into the distance in a streak of unparalleled velocity.

"Max!" Lucia cried out, her voice laced with exasperation.

But he was irretrievably gone.

Isabella gazed in the direction of his disappearance before emitting a soft sigh.

"Let it be, Lucia," she advised, her tone far more placid. "He will manage. That individual is far too formidable to be harassed by anyone present here."

Lucia remained quiet for a moment, her brow still furrowed, the worry in her eyes stubbornly persisting.

"I would not be this concerned," she stated gradually, "if not for the presence of geniuses from all the third-rate forces congregated here, many already having attained the Law Manifestation Realm."

She expelled a gentle breath, attempting to soothe her own unease.

"Still… you speak correctly as well," she conceded after a brief pause. "Let us return for now. We should alert Aunt Virelia before he inadvertently stirs up trouble somewhere."

With her words, the two women redirected their steps, continuing toward their lodgings, while far ahead, Max proceeded unaccompanied toward the next destination that had captured his keen interest.