Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1404 An Empty Throne

Once that idea was confirmed in his thoughts, Max called out clearly. "Tian."

"Yes, Master," Tian's voice echoed immediately inside his head.

"Do I have the ability to unlock a dimension of my choice?" Max inquired, his voice even but laced with a hint of eagerness.

"Yes, Master," Tian answered promptly.

A grin formed on Max's lips. This was precisely the response he'd been eager for. The possibilities were immense, and the ease with which such control had come to him simply highlighted the incredible growth of his class.

"Then tell me," Max pressed on, "what exactly has been unlocked so far?"

"Currently, Master has unlocked the Inheritance Chamber for all dimensions that Master has already unlocked," Tian explained.

Max paused briefly, then his eyes grew wide. "I have unlocked the Inheritance Chamber for all my dimensions?" he burst out, a blend of real surprise and thrill surging through him. "Good. Very good."

For an instant, he nearly burst into laughter. Entering the Rebirth Realm hadn't just boosted his strength; it had also lifted numerous unseen barriers in his class. Elements that once seemed remote or out of reach now revealed themselves to him in a rush, as if saluting his renewed life.

"Tian," Max said once he'd composed himself a bit, "tell me about the Dimension of the Keeper. That dimension unlocked on its own, did it not?"

"Yes, Master," Tian confirmed. "The Dimension of the Keeper is the core dimension of the class. It is the dimension through which Master can unlock any other dimension he wishes to obtain. It is also the place where the true legacy of the Dimensional Keeper resides."

Max grew quiet as he took in those details. The Dimension of the Keeper wasn't just another area he commanded. It served as the starting point, the base that supported all the rest. Grasping it wouldn't only amplify his abilities but uncover the real essence of being a Dimensional Keeper.

"There is still time before the Thirty Six Hall Grand Trial begins," Max murmured reflectively while standing in the silent training chamber. "I might as well visit the Dimension of the Keeper."

With that choice set, his form disappeared without a ripple of power or twist in the void, as if he had merely faded from being.

In the blink of an eye, Max stood atop an infinite expanse of white clouds. The heavens stretched wide and serene, bathed in a gentle glow that came from no obvious source. Surrounding him were many doors, each symbolizing a dimension he'd already accessed, their frames etched with subtle hints of the rules and forces they embodied.

The area seemed recognizable, but altered, like it now welcomed him in a fresh manner.

"This is the place I always come to when I want to enter my dimensions," Max whispered to himself. For the first time, he had entered here in the flesh instead of via a mental projection, and the feeling carried a slight variation.

The clouds under his boots felt solid, the breeze had substance, and the realm itself appeared to sense his arrival. A peculiar mix of comfort and gravity filled the air, turning the moment into something extraordinary and deep.

While Max kept scanning the misty cloud realm, one thing drew his eye. Far off, isolated and empty, sat a throne.

"Hm?" Max's brow furrowed a touch as he locked his sight on it. "I am certain there was never a throne here before." He had traversed this spot endlessly, over and over, and knew its every feature well. Such a major addition couldn't be random.

"It seems this throne only appeared after I entered the Rebirth Realm," Max pondered while examining it nearer. The seat was plain in style but exuded an unmatched command. Lacking frills or embellishments, its sheer existence hushed the nearby clouds, as if all yielded to its dominance.

As he kept gazing at it, a surprising feeling stirred inside. A soft tug, mild but insistent, drew him closer. It wasn't forceful or hostile. Rather, it resembled a summons, like the throne knew him and beckoned him to claim his spot.

"Is this throne calling for me to sit on it?" Max questioned softly. He halted briefly, considering the circumstances. This space belonged to his class, and all within stemmed from the Dimensional Keeper.

Any risk wouldn't aim to destroy him.

Thinking that, Max advanced and took his seat on the throne, relying on the might of his class and the course it had charted for him.

The moment Max claimed the throne, a deep shift happened. His mind burst outward smoothly but fiercely, reaching in all directions right away.

No sense of motion came, no hint of journey, but in one swift instant, his perception linked to every dimension he'd gained. It was like unseen bonds clicked together, tying his being to endless realms at the same time.

Max's sight split into many views. He wasn't limited to one angle anymore. Within the Dimension of Lightning, he watched the perpetual thunderheads swirl, each bolt of electricity heeding his intent without needing deliberate order.

In the Dimension of Flames, he experienced the blaze of every fire spout and perceived the nature of each blaze like they were alive, pulsing in rhythm with him.

The Dimension of Ice unveiled itself in total calm, where each icy speck and floating chill held distinct form and purpose.

In the Dimension of Space, the void opened like a revealed scroll, exposing spans, bends, and levels plainly, while the Dimension of Time showed its flow as a tangible stream instead of mere idea, with its streams varying from sluggish, rapid, broken, or steady by area.

He wasn't just watching these dimensions. He inhabited them all.

With silent wonder, Max grasped that nothing hid from him. Each ripple, each spark of power, each discord in his dimensions appeared clearly in his thoughts right away.

He could perceive energy's flow, laws' interplay, instability's rise, and its fix with one notion. It came naturally, like this was the intended order all along.

Despite the flood of details, no fatigue or burden arose. His thoughts handled it smoothly, sorting boundless info into sharp focus.

More alarming than the sight was the awareness that these dimensions weren't isolated zones he oversaw from afar. They formed parts of his very self.

When lightning surged, he sensed it as a change in himself. When a dimension steadied or advanced, it echoed in him like a pulse. The line between him and his realms had vanished. He stood as the core, the sovereign, and the steady force uniting them.

In that instant, Max comprehended the throne's true role. It wasn't a mark of rule or a prize for progress. It acted as a link, a meeting ground where the Dimensional Keeper stopped wandering realms and turned into the hub aligning every one. Claiming it didn't bestow strength. It confirmed it.

As the bond settled, Max breathed out steadily, his face serene but now holding a newfound profundity. He wasn't simply a holder of dimensions any longer.

He connected to them unbreakable, viewing through them together, dwelling across them at once, and positioned dead center in their essence.

This was what it meant to be the Dimensional Keeper.