Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1644 Interesting Painting World!

With a single sweep of the Saint Origin Sword Art, the monsters were dispatched. Max had barely lowered his blade when a cascade of notifications materialized before his eyes.

[+10 Killing Points]

[+10 Killing Points]

[+10 Killing Points]

[+10 Killing Points]

.....

These alerts continued to flood his vision with astonishing rapidity, filling it entirely until all twenty-seven vanquished foes were accounted for.

Max blinked, his gaze sweeping over the messages floating in the air.

"So, dispatching monsters here earns points?" he questioned aloud, a hint of surprise in his voice.

His eyes scanned the notifications again, a quick mental calculation taking place.

"Ten points per monster..." he pondered. "This indicates that a peak tenth-level Law Refinement Realm monster is equivalent to ten killing points."

The instant this realization struck him, another transformation unfolded.

A small, translucent screen materialized directly within his line of sight.

It hovered serenely before him, its appearance unadorned yet remarkably clear.

[Name: Max Morgan]

[Killing Points: 270]

[Rank: 6]

Max’s eyes narrowed slightly as he scrutinized the presented data.

"A ranking system?" he mused.

His expression immediately shifted to one of contemplation.

"Is this updating in real-time based on accumulated killing points?"

Up until this juncture, he had presumed the Survival Trial to be a straightforward, chaotic battle where combatants vied for the position of last survivor. Nevertheless, the emergence of this ranking mechanism revealed the trial's underlying structure to be far more intricate than his initial assumptions.

The Soul Sealing Painting was more than just a mere battleground.

It functioned as a completely self-governing realm, complete with its own distinct principles and systems.

The more closely Max examined it, the more astounded he became by the intricate design. Every element appeared meticulously arranged to mirror the Cosmic Ascension Conference as closely as possible.

Just as he was pondering the profound depth of this fabricated world, his Dimensional Sovereign Body suddenly registered nearby movement.

The sound of rustling foliage echoed from multiple directions.

Without preamble, another group of monstrous beings emerged from the dense woods, encircling him once more.

Max’s eyebrow arched slightly.

"Another swarm already?" he remarked, genuine surprise evident this time. "This truly is a survival trial."

The adversaries before him were in no way inferior to the prior assembly. Enormous, beast-like entities possessing savage claws and bloodshot eyes began to circle him, emitting low, menacing growls. Their palpable auras unequivocally declared that each and every one of them occupied the pinnacle of the Law Refinement Realm.

Yet, Max displayed no inclination towards prolonging the encounter.

The instant the monsters lunged, his blade moved with decisive swiftness.

A frigid gleam of sword light traversed the forest.

The Saint Origin Sword Art unleashed itself silently, once more.

For a fleeting moment, the monsters continued their charge as if unaffected.

Then, their bodies simultaneously cleaved apart.

A crimson spray erupted across the woodland as carcasses plummeted heavily to the earth in rapid succession.

Once again, the terrifying accuracy of the Saint Origin Sword Art was fully demonstrated. There were no colossal shockwaves or devastating explosions. The sword strike was executed with such refined perfection that only the intended targets were obliterated.

Moments later, the familiar notifications began to appear with renewed speed before Max’s eyes.

[+10 Killing Points]

[+10 Killing Points]

....

The alerts accumulated continuously until the entire contingent of monsters had been accounted for.

Shortly after, the display before him updated once more.

[Name: Max Morgan]

[Killing Points: 500]

[Rank: 5]

"Rank five..." Max whispered, observing the updated standings.

However, his focus was not primarily on this ascending position.

Given his present might, advancing in the rankings posed no significant challenge. It was an entirely different matter that truly captured his interest.

A contemplative expression settled upon his features.

He had already grasped that should an individual perish within the Soul Sealing Painting, their soul would merely be expulsed and returned to its corporeal form outside. In essence, elimination within this realm did not signify final death.

But another query swiftly surfaced in his consciousness.

"What transpires if a participant eliminates another participant?" Max pondered internally.

His eyes glinted subtly.

"Do their accrued killing points simply vanish…"

"Or are they transferred to the victor?"

The more he deliberated on this, the more plausible the latter scenario appeared.

And if that were indeed the case—

Then the genuine peril of this Survival Trial lay not with the monstrous entities.

It resided with the participants themselves.

"I must seek out other participants," Max declared softly, his gaze directed towards the enigmatic depths of the sprawling forest before him.

The instant these words were uttered, seven-hued lightning erupted vigorously around his form.

Boom!

The instant Max's feet left the ground, the earth beneath him fractured and broke apart as he propelled forward with unbelievable velocity.

His form became a shimmering trail of seven-colored light, streaking through the dense forest like a celestial meteor. Towering trees became indistinguishable blurs as they flashed by, and a tempestuous wind erupted in his furious path.

As he traversed the landscape, his Dimensional Sovereign Body continuously extended its reach, meticulously scanning all within its vast range.

Given that vanquishing monsters yielded killing points, Max harbored a strong conviction that the participants themselves constituted the true source of points within this trial. After all, a survival trial designed to emulate the prestigious Cosmic Ascension Conference would never devolve into a mere monster-slaying exercise.

The genuine peril had invariably resided with the other gifted individuals.

And precisely as Max had anticipated, it wasn't long before he detected potent energy signatures flaring to life somewhere in the distance ahead.

Boom!

A concussive explosion reverberated through the woodland expanse.

The distinct sounds of clashing weaponry rapidly followed, interwoven with enraged battle cries and bursts of potent spiritual energy.

Max's gaze subtly sharpened.

Without any reduction in his speed, he immediately altered his trajectory, hurtling towards the origin of the commotion.

Before long, he found himself suspended above a substantial clearing concealed deep within the heart of the forest.

The scene unfolding beneath him was one of utter pandemonium.

Over a dozen disciples were locked in a savage engagement with one another, amidst a tableau of fallen monster corpses strewn across the ravaged terrain. The intensity of their conflict had already uprooted massive trees and gouged deep craters into the earth.

A young man, brandishing an imposing spear, bellowed in fury as he forcefully shoved another participant back.

"Surrender your points and eliminate yourself!" he roared. "You have already lost!"

The disciple on the defensive coughed up a mouthful of blood before fixing the other with a seething glare.

"You think you can intimidate me?" he retorted, his voice thick with rage. "If you desire my points, then come and seize them yourself!"

In close proximity, yet another combatant abruptly let out a chilling, derisive laugh, dabbing a trickle of blood from the corner of his lips.

"Cease this pretense of cooperation," he scoffed mockingly. "Every single one of us understands the established rules. The monsters are merely a diversion. The most expedient path to accumulating points lies in hunting down fellow participants."

Several individuals nearby remained conspicuously silent, yet the unadulterated avarice gleaming in their eyes unmistakably signaled their complete accord.

Absolute distrust permeated the air.

The formation of alliances was anathema to all.

After all, a mere fifty participants were destined to emerge victorious.

This grim reality necessitated the downfall of all the rest.

At that precise moment, one of the engaged disciples detected an unexpected disturbance directly above the clearing.

His expression underwent an immediate transformation as his gaze snapped skyward.

"Wait…" he stammered abruptly, pointing upwards. "Someone is there!"

The ferocious battle raging below ground to a sudden halt as every participant's focus shifted upwards.

And then, they saw him.