Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1330 The final leveling in the Mortal Realms

Once the dust had settled, Max wasted no time. Departing from the Valora Continent, he set a course for the Lost Continent. He began the process of releasing the elves from the Life Space Rings, restoring them to their ancestral lands one by one.

A brief conversation was held with the Elven King and Queen, whom he informed that the demonic war was over and their subjects were out of danger. Though their faces were masks of shock and profound gratitude, Max did not linger to receive their praises.

His journey then took him to the cursed zone of the Lost Continent. The territory remained hushed, saturated with the same ancient power he had encountered before. Without a moment's pause, Max restored the Tower of Truth to its rightful place.

The tower had been stationed in this realm by its creator for a specific purpose, and Max had no desire to disrupt that equilibrium. As it anchored into the earth, its presence felt right once more, as if a vital component of the world had been reconnected.

After saying his farewells to Lenavira's parents, Max exited the Lower Domain. Shortly thereafter, he reached the Middle Domain, arriving at the headquarters of the Four God Nation. He was met by the familiar sight of majestic halls and soaring architecture, though the current mood was thick with suspense rather than terror.

Standing in the heart of the headquarters, Max manifested all the humans of the Four God Nation from the Life Space Rings. People appeared in waves, initial confusion giving way to the realization of their location. Whispers rippled through the gathered masses as they surveyed the area, and thousands of gazes locked onto Max.

"Everyone," Max announced, his voice projecting clearly across the expanse accompanied by a serene smile. "Mark, the crownbearer, has been defeated. I have also eliminated the red cloud calamity, meaning there is no further requirement for you to migrate to another world. You are safe here."

A heavy silence fell for a moment as his announcement hit home. Suddenly, the headquarters devolved into a scene of total chaos—but it was a chaos born of pure jubilation. People wept, laughed, and held one another, while some collapsed to their knees in sheer relief.

Acaris was their true home, the world of their forefathers, and the burden of leaving it behind had been a heavy weight on their souls. The news that they could stay, protected from ruin, felt like a divine miracle.

Amidst the thunderous cheering, Max turned and shouted, "Victor, come here."

Victor moved swiftly through the throngs of people and stopped in front of Max, his face glowing with respect and thanks. Though the fatigue of the war was visible in his eyes, it was eclipsed by his current relief.

Max passed the remaining Life Space Rings to him. "Take these and ensure every human is returned to their home safely," he instructed. "Make sure families are reunited and that nobody is overlooked."

Receiving the rings with both hands, Victor gave a solemn nod. "I will handle it," he vowed before departing to begin the operation.

Max then addressed the citizens of the Four God Nation again, waiting for the roar of the crowd to subside. His smile grew broader as he spoke. "I have more good news," he declared. "We have succeeded in resurrecting every soldier, hero, and civilian who perished in the war against the demons. They have been restored to life."

For a heartbeat, the crowd was frozen. Then, shock replaced disbelief, and shock exploded into ecstatic joy. Screams of happiness rang through the halls as people called out for the loved ones they thought were gone forever.

Many gasped in shock while others sobbed openly, finally letting go of the grief they had carried. The war had cost them dearly, but at that moment, it felt as though the world had repaid its debt.

Max watched in silence as life and hope were rekindled in the hearts of those before him, aware that this was the conclusion they had all struggled so hard to reach.

With his task finished, Max vanished quietly from the Four God Nation headquarters.

Three months passed like a soft breeze, and the world of Acaris gradually entered an era of peace it hadn't seen in centuries.

Cities rose from the ruins, families were made whole, and the trauma inflicted by the demons and the calamity began to heal. For the first time since the crownbearer's rise, the world could breathe again.

Far from the reaches of civilization, in a desolate desert where the wind whispered over empty sands for thousands of miles, Max stood in solitude. The infinite dunes lay under a vivid sky, devoid of life, providing the perfect backdrop for his next move. Only Lucien and Freya stood with him, looking small against the vast horizon.

Max let out a long breath, breaking the quiet. "I feel as though I will be forced to ascend to the Divine Realm if I relax my guard even slightly," he remarked, his voice steady but strained with effort.

"It is a good thing you are holding back," Freya answered seriously. "You ought to achieve the Divine Rank here in the mortal realm before you cross into the Divine Realm. There is no telling what dangers await you there; entering unprepared would be risky even for someone of your caliber."

Max nodded, then turned his gaze toward his companions. "What about the two of you?" he questioned. "I fixed the ascension tunnel of this world during the recreation with the crown. You both have the ability to ascend now."

"We will," Freya said, offering a soft smile. "However, we have decided to wait until after you have ascended."

Max sighed softly, feeling a mixture of acceptance and appreciation. "Very well," he said. "Move back. I am going to trigger my advancement to the Divine Rank."

Lucien nodded briefly while Freya lingered for a second, as if memorizing his silhouette. Then, without saying anything else, they both retreated into the distance, leaving Max alone under the vast sky.

Silence returned to the desert, with Max standing at its heart, prepared to take the final step of his mortal path.