Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1409 Creation From Nothing!

He halted his forward momentum, anchoring his stance solidly against the soil. Silence blanketed the woods for a fleeting second while he inhaled with measured intent. Right then, Max unleashed every restraint. He ignored any limits on his power, paid no mind to wasting energy or optimizing it. Instead, he embraced utter supremacy.

The Vein of Origin thundered.

All the pent-up might locked inside burst free without holding back, surging through his frame in a savage rush of pure bodily strength. His muscles clenched to their utmost, his rebuilt form vibrating with the immense energy as if crafted just for this clash.

The atmosphere near him twisted in plain sight, buckling under the force emanating from his build. The dirt under his boots fractured and dipped a bit, overwhelmed by the sheer burden of his aura.

The puppet lunged ahead.

Its golden glow blazed fiercer than before, its punch driving in with might that almost equaled Max's. As soon as it entered attack distance, Max reacted.

No fancy moves or skills were involved. He just launched a punch.

This direct blow carried the full force of the Vein of Origin plus the bolstered base of his Rebirth Realm physique. The strike didn't unleash a shockwave upon contact. Rather, it froze time in perfect calm, like the universe halted to observe the clash.

Suddenly, chaos erupted.

Max's fist sliced clean through the puppet's golden shield, shattering it like a brittle husk. The puppet's limb broke apart in an instant, then its chest caved in, its core framework crumbling beneath the brutal physical might.

The rampaging force kept going. It ripped apart the puppet's whole form, turning it into shards before it could even process the assault.

A deafening boom echoed next, tearing across the woods as the puppet got utterly annihilated. Trees toppled over, the ground ripped apart, and a huge pit scarred the spot of collision. Once the haze cleared, the puppet had vanished entirely. No scraps. No pieces. No sign it ever was.

Max gradually dropped his fist.

The wild energy inside him ebbed as he eased his muscles, the Vein of Origin slipping back into quiet. He breathed out steadily, his face serene, like he'd just finished a routine chore instead of wiping out a foe that had almost kept pace with him earlier.

The fight had ended.

"This puppet was odd," Max murmured, scanning the ruined woods, his eyes fixed on the pit where the machine had disappeared without a trace. "It adjusted to my power and even fought back by boosting its own strength."

The idea troubled him a touch. He reviewed the skirmish in his head, remembering how the opposition had intensified with each blow. He couldn't shake the question of what might have unfolded if he'd dragged out the confrontation.

Had he permitted the puppet to fully adjust, could it have grown strong enough to overpower him with sheer brute force?

That prospect didn't sit well. The puppet wasn't some basic enemy to smash. It was a challenge, built to demand a quick resolution.

Before he pondered more, the air shimmered softly in front of him, and a portal shimmered into view from nowhere.

Max passed through it promptly, and the woods faded away at once.

The ordeal concluded.

[Dimension of Genesis unlocked.]

Max grinned as the alert popped up in his vision. No weariness showed on his features, just contentment. He shifted his focus to Tian. "So I can tackle a trial for any dimension whenever I want?"

"Yes, Master," Tian answered with a nod.

Max's grin stretched broader. "Good."

In the blink of an eye, his shape dissolved from the Dimension of the Keeper and rematerialized inside his fresh dimension.

The Dimension of Genesis.

But the second Max entered, his face stiffened.

Emptiness greeted him.

No terrain. No heavens. No brightness. No shadows in the usual way. Only infinite vacuum expanding everywhere, hushed and total. Distance felt meaningless, no edge to the view, no rules that jumped out right away. It resembled an unwritten slate more than a realm.

"Tian, what is this?" Max shouted, his words bouncing softly in the void.

Soon after, Tian appeared next to him, his eyes scanning the blankness with calm insight.

"There's nothing here," Max pointed out plainly, his gaze sharpening a fraction.

Tian paused briefly before responding. "Master, the Dimension of Genesis stands out greatly. Unlike your other realms, this one arrives unfinished."

He went on evenly, "In this dimension, Master, you have to build it all on your own."

Max froze as the explanation hit home. Gradually, a new spark lit in his eyes. Surprise shifted to awareness, and awareness deepened into profound excitement.

This wasn't a flaw. It was a call. The Dimension of Genesis wasn't for holding ready-made things. It was for shaping into whatever its owner desired.

A realm where making worlds was wholly his domain.

"Nice," Max murmured with a gentle smile, true delight rising as he pondered what this place could turn into.

As that vision solidified in his thoughts, the emptiness stirred.

No blast or abrupt glow marked the start. Genesis unfolded subtly, with respect, as if the dimension itself heeded and complied. From the boundless nothing under Max's soles, matter started to form.

The vacuum grew dense, solidifying into shape, and a huge expanse of earth gradually emerged, expanding in every direction. Earth came first, rich and loamy, then rock layers and foundations below, each level locking in as though timeless.

Peaks ascended afterward. They didn't burst up wildly but expanded steadily, their towering outlines rising until sharp summits stabbed the barren air.

Gorges etched themselves amid the ranges, formed by unseen currents that appeared right after. Liquid sprang to life, pooling into brooks, waterways, and broad ponds, their waters mirroring a canopy still unborn.