Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1 Awakening the SSS-Rank Class

The East Region of the Valora Continent.

Within the heart of the Inner Circle, in the thriving metropolis of Crestford City, a assembly of youths around the age of fifteen stood gathered. Their expressions were a complex tapestry of gravity and dread.

A variety of armaments—including bows with full quivers, heavy spears, and sharp swords—were fastened to their backs. They stood in formation, facing the pulsating glow of a sapphire-blue portal.

Surrounding the gateway, soldiers in full military gear maintained a strict perimeter, their watchful eyes scanning for any sign of trouble.

"The time has finally come to enter a dungeon!" one student shouted, their tone vibrating with a blend of anxiety and thrill.

"I won't deny it—I'm shaking a bit," another confessed, shifting their weight nervously from foot to foot.

"Hah! You’re pathetic," a bold voice mocked. "An awakening dungeon is nothing to lose sleep over. It’s only populated by goblins."

"That’s easy for you to claim," a peer hissed back. "I’ve never faced a real monster. This is my debut in actual combat, and to be honest… it’s terrifying."

"Don’t get inside your own head," a calm voice intervened, offering a steadying influence. "We have undergone five years of rigorous training for this. The academy ensured we are ready for whatever challenges wait inside."

"Precisely," another student nodded firmly. "If we remain alert and apply our lessons, we will emerge unscathed."

The air remained thick with the students' chatter, a mix of fear and resolve. While some gripped their hilts until their knuckles turned white, others stood with the poise of those who fully trusted the elite curriculum of Horizon Academy.

Standing out among the crowd was a handsome young man with shimmering silver-white hair that seemed to catch every stray beam of light. His vibrant pink eyes sparkled with a strange, intense energy that naturally drew the gaze of those around him.

"What? Are you scared?" Max asked with a light laugh, looking toward his shivering companion. He was dressed in a blue shirt over a black tee, a sword secured at his hip. A compact bag was slung over his back, and a dagger was positioned within easy reach, giving him an air of casual readiness.

"Slightly," Nevin murmured, his messy dark hair obscuring his downcast eyes. "Even if this is just a no-rank dungeon, the boss could be anywhere from level 3 to level 5. If we’re unlucky… we might have to fight a level 5."

"Relax." Max chuckled, throwing an arm around Nevin’s neck. "It’s a goblin dungeon. We all know those are the weakest creatures found in any dungeon, so stop stressing about it."

Nevin sighed and gave a hesitant nod, though the worry remained etched clearly across his features.

Max shook his head, feeling a bit exasperated that his closest friend was so intimidated by a harmless no-rank dungeon.

'Could he be planning to…?' A dark suspicion crossed his mind, but he quickly dismissed it. 'No, I’m definitely overthinking. It’s just the nerves of a no-rank dungeon.'

Known commonly as Awakening Dungeons, no-rank dungeons served as the entry point for all citizens. While they lacked any significant peril, they were essential for every fifteen-year-old; entering one was the sole method to unlock their classes and start the path toward transcendence.

'I wonder what kind of class I’ll get...' Max thought, feeling a surge of anticipation. Suddenly, a memory flickered in his mind—the face of someone he missed dearly.

'Big Sister... where have you gone? It’s been two long years…' His mood soured instantly, the light in his eyes replaced by a deep melancholy.

'Are you in danger?' he mused, his fingers curling into tight fists. 'Don’t worry—I’m coming for you. I just need to awaken a class first.' His face hardened into a mask of pure determination.

Half a decade ago, right before his sister’s own awakening, their parents had vanished without a trace. The siblings had only each other to rely on. She had been his pillar of strength, guiding him through the dark.

But two years ago, that final connection was severed when she stopped all contact and disappeared. It felt as though an eternity had passed since he last saw her.

A hollow ache had lived in his chest ever since—a driving need to find her and solve the mystery of their parents. That fire burned hotter with every passing day.

For Max, awakening a class wasn’t just a rite of passage—it was the vital first step toward bringing his family back together and finding the answers he sought.

"Attention, everyone!"

A middle-aged man with golden hair stepped forward. Dressed in a sharp black suit and matching glasses, he was Shaun Wanes, the Dean of Horizon Academy.

"Students, this is the moment of truth—the start of your journey and the result of five years of hard work and discipline," he announced, his voice booming with authority.

"You have been tested and molded for this hour. The facts about dungeons are already part of your instinct, so I will not lecture you on what you already know," he continued, his tone becoming more serious.

"However, never forget: a dungeon is a place without mercy, where the gap between success and death is incredibly small. Stay sharp, for danger hides in the shadows and the unexpected strikes without warning."

The students nodded at the Dean's words. Though butterflies fluttered in their stomachs, they felt prepared. They knew the fear would vanish the moment they stepped into the fray.

"Now, go forth and claim your victory," the Dean commanded, gesturing toward the shimmering portal.

"Let’s move, Nevin," Max said, walking toward the blue light. Nevin followed closely at his heels.

Alongside the rest of their peers, they stepped through the threshold and vanished from the city square.

As Max crossed the portal, his vision spun for a second before he found himself in a cramped corridor. Torches flickered on the stone walls, and a putrid odor filled his nostrils. 'Ugh, the smell here is terrible.'

He checked his surroundings and saw six other students nearby, though he didn't recognize any of them.

Suddenly, a brilliant blue screen manifested in his sight and a voice echoed in his mind.

[Congratulations to Max Voidwalker for awakening a SSS rank class—Dimensional Keeper.]

Max stopped dead in his tracks, his breath hitching. 'An SSS rank class!' His brain struggled to process the information. His heart hammered against his ribs as he stared at the screen, terrified it might be a hallucination or a system error.

"This… this has to be a dream…" he muttered, his voice shaking with emotion. He felt lightheaded, as if the floor were shifting beneath him.

Class ranks ranged from F to SSS, defining one's power and future in this world. F was bottom-tier, D was common, and even an A rank was enough to make one a celebrity. But SSS? That was the stuff of legends, a level of power most people didn't even believe existed.

Max had only hoped for something decent. A C or D rank would have been enough to keep his dreams alive. But this? This exceeded his wildest fantasies.

He took a shaky step back, his hands trembling. The weight of the situation began to settle on him.

"SSS rank… I have the highest potential… in the entire world." He squeezed his fists, his knuckles turning white as a wave of pure adrenaline and shock washed over him.

For a boy who had prepared for a normal life, this was a revolution. A class of this caliber meant more than just raw strength—it meant he was a man of destiny. Every locked door was now shattered. His future wasn't just bright; it was legendary.

A frantic laugh escaped his lips, breaking the silence of the hall. "How… how is this possible?"

His shock transformed into a wide, trembling smile. For the first time, Max felt that the world had truly noticed him. He had been given the keys to the universe.

'I was taught to be satisfied with whatever I received. But this… this changes everything,' Max thought, his eyes burning with new purpose. 'With an SSS rank class, aiming for anything less than greatness would be an insult to myself. I won't let this opportunity go to waste. I refuse.'