Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1323 Final Battle - 10

"These bolts of lightning are impressive… but they lack the power to end me," Mark proclaimed, his unnatural laughter reverberating across the crumbling heavens. He stared at Max, his expression holding a twisted form of respect born of insanity rather than mere mockery. "I'll grant you this. You surpass every opponent I have ever encountered. You are mightier than the demons and more formidable than the four divine beasts. Because of your strength, you have earned the right to behold the true majesty of a crownbearer."

As soon as those words were uttered, the entire world of Acaris surged in response.

The earth beneath Mark’s feet didn't just split; it dissolved, as if the planet were surrendering its very essence to him. Grand torrents of glowing energy erupted from every horizon, surging into his frame like vast rivers returning to the source of the sea.

Solid mountains melted into liquid energy. Lush forests withered away into shimmering dust. Even the atmosphere seemed to lose its physical properties, converting into raw power that rushed toward him without hesitation.

Mark's physical form began a radical metamorphosis.

The crown resting on his brow erupted with a blinding, dark crimson radiance as it expanded, merging directly into his skull. It was no longer a mere tool but an inseparable part of his being.

His skin and muscle peeled away in layers. This was no bloody display, but a transformation that felt both holy and absolute. Beneath the discarded flesh, a new body emerged, constructed from solidified divine law. Every fiber of his being was inscribed with glowing runes that throbbed in synchronization with the heartbeat of the world.

He grew steadily in stature, towering over the field of battle like a celestial monument. A halo of fractured light ignited behind his head, spinning slowly; it was composed of interlocking sigils that governed authority, dominion, and the laws of causality.

Massive wings unfurled from his spine. They were not made of feathers, but of crystallized world essence—translucent, infinite structures that spanned the sky like broken continents drifting in the firmament.

All traces of his humanity vanished from his eyes. They transformed into twin stars of gold and crimson, burning with the collective will of the planet and the rot that had tainted it. With every breath, the fabric of reality collapsed inward, as if existence itself was failing to endure his presence. The wind shrieked, space twisted, and time seemed to falter.

This went beyond a mere increase in power.

This was a true apotheosis.

Mark did not just stand upon the world anymore. He had become the world.

"I am the crownbearer," he announced, his voice carrying a thousand echoes, each heavy with the weight of an entire era. "I am the manifest will of Acaris. Every cause passes through me, and every effect originates from me. I cannot be defeated as long as this world remains."

Watching from the distance, Freya felt her very soul shrink back in terror. Lucien’s face darkened as he clenched his fists tighter than ever before. The truth was undeniable to them now: this was no longer a fight against a mortal foe. They were witnessing a struggle against a god who was tethered to the very lifeblood of the world.

Beneath the sky filled with judgment lightning, Max remained motionless, the seven dragons circling above him like quiet guardians. The crushing pressure exerted by Mark was enough to wipe out entire civilizations, yet Max did not flinch. His gaze remained fixed on the towering figure with nothing but icy determination.

"So, this is your ultimate state," Max remarked softly, his voice unwavering despite the divine aura pressing against him. "A deity birthed from a ruined world and fueled by stolen causality."

Mark threw his arms wide as the life force of Acaris continued to saturate his body. "Come then, Max. Let us see if your judgment has the power to slay a god."

"A god, is it?" Max whispered, a thin smile touching his lips even under the suffocating weight of the atmosphere.

Suddenly, the air surrounding Max ignited. A deep crimson aura exploded from his form, violent and tyrannical, emitting a heat that seemed more ancient than sin itself. In a flash, his white hair shifted to a vibrant red, the strands dancing wildly as if possessed by a life of their own.

His skin took on a reddish hue, marked by faint demonic sigils that throbbed with the authority of the abyss. His eyes, already crimson, burned with a sharper, more ruthless light. A wall of oppressive darkness expanded from him, devouring all sound and light. Ancient and thick, infernal energy saturated the area, reeking of absolute domination and ruin.

This was the Infernal Demon Transformation.

Max rarely unleashed this state. It was a power of pure wrath and corruption that consumed both mercy and restraint. However, when facing a god who had become one with the world, holding back was no longer possible.

But before the demonic aura could settle, a second power surged forth.

A brilliant golden light erupted from Max's body, slicing through the gloom like the morning sun. This transformation took over his right side, creating a stark, holy contrast to his infernal left half.

His right arm became a limb of radiant gold, perfect and divine, covered in sacred patterns that breathed calm authority. The hair on the right side of his head turned to shimmering gold, like flowing sunlight, while his right eye became a vessel of pure luminosity.

This was the Heavenly Luminous Sacred Bloodline.

Even in its incomplete state, its mere presence was enough to challenge divine authority. Sacred energy flowed from that side of his body, standing in a terrifying, silent harmony with the infernal power rather than fighting it. One half represented annihilation and corruption; the other embodied judgment and purity.

As the two transformations stabilized, the space around Max began to warp.

Beside him, golden light condensed into a floating, obedient star. Black flames followed, coiling with a hunger to devour, their heat bending both shadow and light.

The White Lotus Ice Essence bloomed, its crystalline petals forming and shattering in an elegant rhythm that froze the very air. The Concept of Severing Sword took shape as an invisible, absolute edge, its mere existence causing reality to crack as if cut by ghostly blades.

These various powers orbited Max in a state of perfect, controlled equilibrium.

Capping it all off, the Seven Colored Lightnings of Divine Punishment wove through the scene, serving as the foundation for this colossal display of power. Violet, indigo, blue, green, yellow, orange, and red lightning spiraled together, anchoring the other forces into a single, unified will.

Infernal shadow. Sacred light. Devouring fire. Absolute frost. The law of severing. Divine punishment.

Everything circled around Max.

He stood at the epicenter, half-sacred and half-demon, wreathed in a spectrum of colors that defied nature. His presence alone distorted the battlefield, and the world groaned under his weight, barely holding together despite the spatial laws he had enforced to stabilize the area.

This was not a form intended for longevity or balance.

This was Max's peak state.

Opposite him, Mark’s divine form loomed, his wings of world essence wide as he absorbed endless authority. Yet, for the first time since his ascension, Mark’s expression changed. It wasn't quite fear, but it was something dangerously close to wariness.

Two deities now faced one another.

One was the product of a world's corruption and authority.

The other was forged from impossible evolution, judgment, and pure defiance.

The final confrontation was now inevitable.