Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1325 Final Battle - 12

Mark thrust both palms toward the heavens.

In response, the fabric of reality began to rip apart above him.

A massive entity of shadow and radiance materialized, possessing a scale that defied human understanding. This was no mere weapon of steel or raw energy; it was a manifestation of pure, absolute authority. It descended like a divine seal from the heavens, composed of interlocking crimson rings of law. Each rotating circle was etched with ancient runes representing dominion, causality, life, death, and total destruction. At the epicenter, a core of dark red light throbbed with the intensity of a collapsing star.

The very presence of this technique began to delete the world.

Even before the strike landed, the earth beneath Max’s feet started to vanish. It didn’t shatter or burst; it simply ceased to be. Without a single sound, towering mountains dissolved into the void. Lush forests blinked out of existence as if they had never taken root.

Oceans turned into nothingness, leaving behind hollow scars in the fabric of existence where reality failed to mend. The firmament cracked into jagged shards of light as the fundamental laws of the universe crumbled one after another.

Max felt the danger immediately. 'This is bad.' He understood that against an attack of this magnitude, he was utterly helpless. Mark had unleashed his entire soul to wipe the world of Acaris from the map, and because they were part of that world, they were being erased alongside it.

This wasn't a focused strike meant only for him. This was the execution of an entire planet.

His spatial laws shrieked as they fought to hold back the collapse, but even his fifth-level concept of space was being deleted rather than broken. The Seven Lightnings of Divine Punishment twisted and wailed, their forms flickering as the world they were meant to judge met its end. Hellish flames and holy light erupted around Max in a desperate struggle, yet even they were consumed by the overwhelming absoluteness of Mark’s creation.

Bit by bit, all of his abilities were being wiped out by Mark’s technique.

"This is the true authority of a crownbearer," Mark proclaimed. His physical form began to fail, his divine flesh stripping away to reveal his base state. Blood leaked from his eyes and mouth, and his crown grew dull and fractured as it sacrificed every ounce of its power to fuel the spell. "If I cannot rule this world, then it shall not exist—and you shall all vanish with it."

The massive celestial sigil completed its descent.

As it moved, the horizon was swallowed. Space folded in on itself, collapsing into a point of zero. Time shattered, with different moments bleeding into one another before being wiped clean. The world of Acaris let out a final, silent scream as its remaining lands were devoured in a wave of absolute erasure. There was no blast. There was no debris.

There was only a hollow silence.

By the time the strike reached Max, Acaris was already gone. The entire world had been deleted from existence. No soil, no sea, no peaks, and no ground remained. Everything had been turned to nothing.

"Is this the end?" Max wondered if this would be his final thought. The erasure reached him, and he, too, was wiped away.

Mark plummeted from the sky, his godly state completely extinguished. His body returned to its mortal form as he fell into the vacuum left behind. The attack dissipated along with him, its task finished, leaving a graveyard of nothingness where a world once thrived.

In that infinite abyss, where every trace of life had been scrubbed away, Max was dead. Freya and Lucien were gone. They had all been erased with Acaris.

Only the battered body of Mark drifted in the darkness, alongside Mimi, the red cloud of calamity.

"So, your true vulnerability is exposed the moment you activate that technique in your ultimate form?"

A voice resonated through the void, steady and patient, cutting through the echoes of the apocalypse. From the heart of the nothingness, a figure emerged. It was Max.

Yet, he was different. His aura was more composed, his demeanor felt strangely detached, and even his attire was not the same as it had been during the conflict. There was no blood on his skin, no sign of fatigue, and no trace of the world that had just been destroyed.

Mark’s eyes bulged with terror.

"How?" he shrieked, blood trickling from the corner of his lips. His frame shook violently as the recoil of his ultimate move tore through his vitals. "How can you possibly be alive?"

He struggled forward, gapping at the figure as if it were a ghost born of his own madness. He had given everything. The crown had exhausted its last bit of power. His divine form had shattered. The Power of Destruction had completely deleted Acaris. There should be nothing left. No earth. No sky. No life.

"Impossible!" Mark yelled, his voice cracking with insanity. "That move was designed to erase all things. It was the crown's ultimate law—the Power of Destruction. I traded my entire strength to delete the world itself! How are you still standing there?"

The Max standing before him didn't move to attack. He simply watched Mark with a cold, analytical gaze, like one observing a dying beast that couldn't comprehend its own fate.

"I didn't survive," the clone explained softly. "The Max you were fighting was indeed erased along with the world."

Mark became paralyzed.

"What?" His breath hitched in his throat.

"Just before that happened," the clone continued in a flat tone, "the original me summoned this body from the Dimension of Time. It was the only remaining option. A backup plan set in motion long before the battle reached its conclusion."

Mark’s pupils shook as he began to understand, though his mind fought to deny the truth.

"This body," the clone said, tapping his chest, "exists outside the standard progression of time. I am not anchored to the past, present, or future of that world. I am not restricted by causality as you know it."

Mark shook his head in denial. "No. That’s impossible. Everything exists within the flow of time. Even the gods. Even the universe."

"That is true," the clone countered. "For those who belong to a single timeline."

He took a step forward, his movement sending ripples through the void—not of power, but of something far more profound.

"But I am not restricted to one timeline. I exist beyond time itself. Your attack deleted existence within time. It erased the space and the causality tied to that specific flow. But something that doesn't belong to that flow cannot be touched by it."

Mark recoiled as if he had been struck.

"That can't be," he whispered hoarsely. "No creature can exist outside of time."

The clone’s eyes sharpened with a quiet, undeniable certainty.

"Then you simply haven't seen enough," he replied. "Your crown gave you mastery over a world. It gave you the ability to destroy anything tied to it. But it never gave you authority over the concept of time."

Mark’s breathing became ragged as his rage turned into pure despair. He realized it now. The move that should have guaranteed his victory had revealed his final weakness. By using it, he had drained himself of all power, returned to a mortal state, and was now facing an entity his godhood could never have reached.

The abyss remained quiet.

In that silence, Mark finally understood that he had lost the moment he chose to destroy the world instead of transcending it.

"However, this isn't the conclusion I desire. My ending looks different from this," the clone stated calmly.

As those words hung in the void, something unprecedented occurred.

Time itself answered.

An invisible, absolute force radiated from the clone as he tapped into the fifth-level concept of time for the first time. There was no roar of energy or flash of light. Instead, the void shuddered, as if reality had suddenly realized it was being defied. The nothingness left by the erasure began to vibrate, then crack, then move in reverse.

The deleted world of Acaris began to reappear.

Initially, it was just faint shadows—ghostly outlines of peaks and clouds manifesting where there had been only emptiness. Then, substance filled the forms. Space rewove itself thread by thread. The seas rushed back into their beds, water flowing upward into the dry basins.

Continents reformed as broken landmasses rose and merged together. The sky regained its hue as the torn atmosphere stitched itself back into a whole.

Existence was being unmade and rewritten.

Mark felt the shift instantly.

His body, which had been floating in the abyss, jerked as time took hold of him. The blood he had vomited was sucked back into his mouth. His wounds sealed themselves in reverse.

His body straightened unnaturally as he was pulled back through the moments he had already experienced. He drifted upward as if gravity had flipped, his face frozen in a mix of confusion and growing horror as causality flowed backward.

This wasn't healing.

This was regression.

For the clone, the cost was immediate and severe.

Blood began to pour from his eyes, carving red paths down his cheeks. It flowed from his nose and mouth, staining the void with a crimson that couldn't rewind fast enough to save him. His entire frame shook under the mounting pressure.

Rewinding time on such a massive scale was something even a master of the fifth-level concept of time shouldn't have dared to attempt, let alone complete.

But the clone had been preparing for this.

From the second he was created, he had stayed in deep meditation within the Dimension of Time, gathering time essence without pause. In a realm where time had no boundaries, he had amassed a nearly infinite supply. That massive reservoir was now being drained all at once, sacrificed to force this impossibility into being.

The rewind persisted.

The world stabilized.

Time finally rolled back to the precise second before the catastrophic strike hit the world, stopping just before it could reach Max, Freya, or Lucien. The air was unnaturally still, as if the universe was holding its breath. For a fraction of a heartbeat, everything was paused.

Only the clone could move.

He walked through the frozen reality and stopped before the original Max, who was trapped in that suspended moment. Placing his palm on Max’s chest, the clone funneled every remaining drop of time essence into him, breaking the temporal seal that held him.

"Huh?" Max blinked as his consciousness returned instantly.

Before he could speak, the clone pressed two fingers against Max’s brow.

In that single touch, Max saw everything.

He saw the world erased. He saw Freya and Lucien disappear without a sound. He saw the red cloud consume the remnants of reality. He saw Mark standing in the void, a hollow victor. He saw the inevitable end that would come if he didn't change the outcome.