Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1327 Legacy of the Forgotten God

"Is his life extinguished?" Max whispered, his form drifting toward Lucien while his eyes remained locked on the tainted crown suspended in the void.

Although the clash had concluded, a suffocating pressure still weighed on his chest. It felt as though the universe itself had not yet processed the departure of its deity, making every breath a struggle.

"He is gone," Lucien answered after a brief pause, finally shifting his gaze to meet Max’s.

His tone held no sense of victory, only a cold finality born from witnessing an absolute end. Mark had been obliterated so thoroughly that even the fundamental laws of this reality would retain no memory of his existence.

"That is good," Max murmured, a small nod of relief escaping him.

In that moment, the terrifying pressure radiating from him collapsed. The Infernal Demon Transformation dissolved into flickering crimson particles, while the golden brilliance of the Heavenly Luminance Royal Bloodline peeled away from his skin like sunlight retreating at dusk.

His power didn't fade slowly; it vanished instantly. The sudden void left his vision swimming and his equilibrium shattered, causing his body to plummet.

Freya reacted with lightning speed, catching him before he could strike the ground. Her arms were firm as she took his weight, her features clouded with obvious anxiety. "Are you alright?" she whispered, her voice softening with a rare tenderness she showed only in the most dire moments.

"I'm fine," Max managed, forcing a fragile smile as he leaned into her support. "Just completely drained and exhausted."

He was downplaying the situation significantly, for the reality was much grimmer. This fatigue surpassed anything he had ever known. Even during the longest wars of his past, he had never felt this hollowed out. Every drop of his power had been strained past its breaking point, and the burden of sustaining multiple fifth-level concepts simultaneously had inflicted a heavy toll on his physical vessel.

Freya observed him closely, her face hardening with gravity. "That final strike you unleashed," she began slowly, "I felt something unusual within it. For a fleeting second, it resembled the silhouette of a Cosmic Path."

Max gave a weak nod, his eyelids drooping as the memory of the strike returned. "I realized that to break Mark's bond with the crown, I required a force capable of severing causality itself," he explained softly. "In that heartbeat, I grasped the trajectory of my sword’s Cosmic Path. It was unformed and unstable, but it served its purpose."

He chose to remain silent about the rest.

He kept the visions seen through his clone’s eyes to himself, never mentioning the dark future where he failed to grasp that power. In that timeline, the erasure had consumed everything. He, Freya, and Lucien had all perished. The Life Space Rings had crumbled into nothingness, and with them, the millions of souls in Acaris were snuffed out without ever knowing why.

It was a catastrophic conclusion.

Having witnessed that reality, Max knew exactly how narrow the margin between survival and total annihilation had been.

"You are incredibly reckless, do you realize that?" Freya spoke solemnly, her eyes brimming with raw emotion. Her voice wasn't filled with anger, but rather a volatile mix of lingering terror and relief—the kind felt only after escaping a fate that should have been unavoidable.

"What do you mean?" Max asked, tilting his head slightly as he looked at her, genuinely perplexed. To him, he had simply done what was necessary to achieve the required outcome.

"A mortal frame, regardless of its strength, should have been torn into bloody fragments the moment it touched the power of a Cosmic Path, even for a microsecond," Freya stated gravely. "Such power is the sole domain of the Divine Realm. Without ascending and enduring the ten stages of the Rebirth Realm, a body cannot withstand that strain. That you are still whole is nothing short of a miracle."

She paused, locking her eyes onto his. "It is a blessing that you survived unscathed."

Max offered a faint, relaxed smile. He knew why he had endured. His physique had been forged by the Giant Dwarves far beyond the limits of ordinary mortals, and activating the Vein of Origin—the first of the Seven Divine Veins—had pushed his physical foundation to an absurd level.

Furthermore, the অসংখ্য Dragon Scales shielding him and the Draconic Essences flowing through his veins had been tirelessly mending and reinforcing his body from within, making him much more resilient than Freya could possibly imagine.

"Why are you smiling?" Freya asked, her brow furrowing with a complex expression. "If you had fallen there, do you understand what would have become of this world?"

"But I am fine," Max answered softly, his expression turning gentle as he looked at her. "And that is what matters most."

His attention then drifted back to the corrupted crown still hovering in the air. Its surface throbbed with a rhythmic, dark red glow, almost like a heartbeat. Even without its master, the crown emitted a stifling aura that warped the surrounding space.

"What is the plan for this?" Max inquired, looking toward his companions. His tone was steady, but the question was heavy with significance. This artifact had already ruined the balance of one world; he couldn't risk a mistake now.

Lucien gave a nonchalant shrug, readjusting his gaming goggles. "Don't look at me," he admitted. "I don't know the first thing about Crownbearers or their artifacts. To me, that thing is as mysterious as it is lethal."

"Had it not been tainted, we might have bestowed it upon a resident of Acaris," Freya suggested after some thought, her eyebrows knitting. "A successor might have used its divine authority to purge the Devouring Spirit. But as it stands, that crown is the most malevolent object in the mortal world."

Max’s frown deepened. He planned to ascend to the Divine Realm soon, and once he departed, he would no longer be able to protect Acaris. Leaving such a dangerous variable behind was out of the question.

If the crown was discovered by someone fueled by greed or hate, a new 'Mark' would inevitably rise. Max could not permit such a cycle.

Whatever his next move was, the crown's fate had to be settled immediately.

"Master, you are the one who should claim this crown." Suddenly, Tian’s voice rang out in Max’s mind, sounding calm and certain, as if this path had been predestined.

"Me?" Max countered internally, his mind racing. "I don't belong to this world, and the crown is riddled with corruption. Taking it would only agitate the infernal energy already within me."

"Master, you are the successor of the Dimensional Keeper," Tian replied firmly. "You carry the legacy of the Forgotten God. Such tasks are your purpose."

"The legacy of the Forgotten God?" Max whispered, his lips barely moving as a strange sensation stirred deep within his soul. At that moment, a fragment of an ancient, primordial memory emerged from a hidden depth of his consciousness.

He envisioned a colossal figure standing beyond the edge of existence, a being who held the multiverse, every dimension, and all of reality within its palm. Galaxies, worlds, and the flow of time seemed like mere dust before this entity. The vision was so staggering that Max’s mind went numb, his entire being paralyzed by the sheer magnitude of the sight.

It took several seconds of silence for Max to regain his focus. The vision dissolved into the void, yet the impression it left remained burned into his mind—massive and undeniable, like a part of his soul that had finally been awakened.