Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1328 Power of a True God

"Let me try something," Max spoke aloud, moving toward the corrupted crown while his voice remained steady despite the internal storm of his thoughts.

Freya’s hand clamped onto his shoulder before he could advance another step, halting him instantly. "What are you doing?" she demanded, her gaze sharp as she glared at him.

Max turned to face her with an expression that was serious yet oddly tranquil. "I do not know, honestly," he admitted truthfully. "But I have a feeling I can fix all of this."

"You think I will let you become corrupted like Mark just because of a feeling?" Freya snapped back, her voice rising. The memory of Mark’s downfall was still a fresh and painful wound.

"You have to believe me," Max said softly. "I can fix this. I can fix all of it."

"No," Freya answered firmly, her tone brook no argument. "I cannot let you risk being corrupted. That crown is evil, and it cannot be controlled by any being. It would be better to seal it away and leave it in Acaris forever."

"I think we should give Max a chance," Lucien interjected suddenly, his voice calm as he looked toward Freya. "He can control infernal energy, and from what we have seen, infernal energy does not affect him the way it affects others. If he can purify the crown of its evil energy, then we may actually have a way to expel the Devouring Spirit."

He spoke with a quiet sense of conviction. Having witnessed Max purge corruption previously, Lucien believed that if Max claimed he could do it, there was a valid reason for that confidence, even if the current situation was far more perilous.

"Are you serious?" Freya turned to Lucien, her eyes wide with disbelief.

"Just give me a chance," Max said, meeting her eyes. "If it even feels like the crown is trying to control me, you can take it away immediately."

Freya remained silent for a long time, her expression shifting as she calculated the risks; her grip on Max’s shoulder tightened before slowly loosening. Finally, she let out a sharp exhale and directed a hard glare at him.

"Fine," she said at last. "But the moment something feels wrong, I will not hesitate."

Max nodded, aware that this was his only opportunity.

Giving her a nod, Max floated up and arrived before the corrupted crown. It continued to emit waves of evil energy.

"Let’s see what I can do," Max whispered to himself, stepping forward to wrap both hands around the corrupted artifact.

The moment his fingers made contact, a brilliant blue radiance flared in his eyes, so intense that Freya and Lucien were forced to shield their sight. In the next instant, that same blue light erupted across Max’s entire body, enveloping him in a luminous aura as he rose into the air, suspended as if gravity no longer applied to him.

"This…" Max whispered, his voice thick with shock. As soon as he touched the crown, he felt it clearly. The evil energy—the so-called True Origin Devil Blood—was gone. It wasn't just suppressed or sealed; it was completely erased as if it had never existed. There was no struggle, no backlash, and no resistance. It simply vanished upon touching him.

Simultaneously, a profound bond formed between Max and the crown. He sensed its existence as though it were an extension of his own body. He could feel its faint, instinctual thoughts, its massive authority, and the tidal wave of power within it, yet none of it was hostile. It felt obedient, calm, and oddly familiar, as if the crown had been waiting specifically for him.

"I can do this," Max said softly, his voice grounding with conviction as the blue light around him intensified.

As his aura expanded, the nearly destroyed world of Acaris began to transform. The shattered terrain, torn apart by the conflict between Max and Mark and ravaged by the Devouring Spirit, started to mend. Broken continents slowly fused back together.

Mountains that had been crumbled into rubble rose from the earth once more. Dry riverbeds began to flow with clear, vibrant water. The scars inflicted upon the world by endless catastrophes faded away as if time itself were flowing backward.

Then, an even more incredible event occurred. The fallen returned to life. Those who had perished during the war, and even those who had died long before the final conflict, rose again.

On the Valora Continent, where Max once thought salvation was impossible, humans who had died screamed back into existence with restored bodies and souls, as though death had never taken them.

Freya and Lucien stood paralyzed, unable to find words. Shock was insufficient to describe what they were seeing. Freya, in particular, felt her understanding of the crown’s power shatter. She knew its limits and its authority; even a perfect crownbearer should never have been able to achieve this. The crown could maintain balance and repel the Devouring Spirit, but it could not rewrite reality on such a massive scale.

Resurrection of this magnitude was supposed to be impossible.

Yet Max was performing it without effort.

Under Max’s presence, the world continued its healing process, not just being repaired but renewed, as if granted a second dawn.

"Is this… the power of a true god?" Freya whispered unconsciously, her voice barely audible as she watched the restoration with her own eyes.

Lucien remained silent. He watched without blinking, his expression frozen as if he feared a single breath might shatter the reality manifesting before them.

The transformation took only a few minutes, though it felt like an eternity. By the time the blue radiance finally dimmed, Acaris had been restored to its absolute peak.

The lands were whole, the oceans deep, and the skies vibrant. Every mark left by demonic invasions, wars, and divine disasters had disappeared.

Furthermore, all the humans who had died—whether in the demonic wars, Mark’s ancient slaughters, or through the cruelties of the ages—were now alive. Their souls had been summoned back and their bodies remade, their lives returned as if the script of fate had been edited.

As the final ripple of power dissipated, Max descended slowly, the glow fading as he opened his eyes. He still held the crown firmly, but it no longer bore any trace of corruption. It radiated a brilliant, dignified golden light, emitting a calm authority that lacked any of its former malice.

"I did it," Max said, a genuine and bright smile crossing his face. In that instant, every regret he had harbored—every memory of Valora’s destruction and the lives he couldn't save—dissolved. The burden on his heart vanished, replaced by a deep sense of joy and relief.

Freya stared at him, still struggling to comprehend the scene. "What did you do?" she asked, her voice low and filled with wonder.

"It’s a secret," Max answered with a playful grin.

Freya pouted, crossing her arms over her chest. "Oh, so now we are keeping secrets?"

Max laughed softly. "I think I have grown enough to keep a secret or two of my own."

Lucien looked at the crown in Max’s hands with a thoughtful expression. "What about the crown? What should be done with it?"

Max looked at him with clear confidence in his eyes. "Of course we will let it choose a human from this world. A worthy one. A new crownbearer who can truly protect Acaris. But before that, we need to release all the humans from the Life Space Rings and return them to their home."

Freya’s gaze sharpened again. "And the Devouring Spirit?"

"Don’t worry," Max said with a relaxed smile. "I have already taken care of it."

Seeing the certainty on his face, both Freya and Lucien felt their lingering worries disappear. Max turned toward the rejuvenated world below, drifting downward as he prepared to repatriate everyone to Acaris.

"Let’s go and bring everyone back," he said.

Following his lead, Lucien and Freya descended together toward a world that had been granted a second life.