Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100

After taking care of some of his personal affairs—cleaning up the remnants of the Monarch, erasing the Sun Faction's filth from the Lost Continent, and eliminating every last trace of demon blood—Max turned his full attention toward building a foundation for the future.

He became visibly more composed, his expressions lighter, his movements no longer weighed down by vengeance. With the chaos behind him, he directed his efforts into creation rather than destruction.

The first step was forming the Central Association, a unifying faction that brought together all major powers of the Lower Domain under one banner. It wasn't difficult for him—his strength had long since silenced any voice that dared challenge him.

The leaders of various factions, both from the Valora and Lost Continents, gathered without resistance when summoned. He spoke once, clearly, and all agreed. Everyone wanted peace. Everyone feared the next calamity. And no one dared defy Max.

The Central Association was born in a matter of days, its authority resting firmly in Max's hands but operated by capable allies like King Magnar and Elarion.

With that established, Max pushed for something even more important—a central academy, built not as a symbol of power but as a crucible for the next generation. A place where geniuses from every corner of the Lower Domain would train together, sharpen one another, and rise beyond what the older generation ever imagined.

The land for the academy was secured easily; respected architects and formation experts from both continents volunteered their services. Within a week, the construction had already begun, funded and protected by the might of the Central Association.

Max personally oversaw the blueprint—a massive, sprawling structure surrounded by nature, embedded with countless training zones, fields, and sparring arenas. He wanted a place where potential could blossom, where no child had to grow up fearing the shadow of powerful monsters or corrupted nobles.

And so, quietly, diligently, he laid the foundation—not just for an academy, but for a future where the Lower Domain would no longer be considered weak, no longer be prey for demons or monarchs or anyone. In this time of rebuilding, Max no longer fought with swords or flames. He led with vision, and strangely, it came as easily to him as killing once did.

After taking care of everything—wiping out the Monarch, eliminating the demons, forming the Central Association, and establishing the grand academy—Max finally felt a rare calm settle within him.

For the first time in what felt like an eternity, there was no urgent threat clawing at the gates, no burning fury pushing him toward destruction. He stood at the highest point of the newly constructed academy with a calm expression on his pace. His eyes softened. This… this was the kind of world he wanted to leave behind. A world not of constant bloodshed, but one of growth, unity, and purpose.

Though he did wonder if such a world would only lead to more chaos in the future.

He knew his next journey—to the Middle Domain—would be long, perilous, and filled with challenges far greater than anything he had faced so far. And deep down, he knew… the Lower Domain would soon become a distant memory, a place he might not return to for many years, maybe never. That thought stirred something inside him. Responsibility. Attachment. A strange sort of pride.

So, before he departed, Max decided to leave behind more than just an academy or an organization. He gathered all the top experts—Magnar, Elarion, Kate, and the other trusted leaders—and passed on techniques, strategies, even resources he had collected throughout his journey. He crafted a protective formation around the academy with the help of Blob and embedded it into the land itself, making sure the next time a calamity struck, they wouldn't be helpless.

He also selected a few young talents personally—those with sharp eyes, hardened wills, and the spark of potential—and granted them some good techniques, teaching them not just how to fight, but how to lead.

And once it was done… Max stood at the border between the Lower and Middle Domain, the wind brushing against his clothes as he looked back one last time.

He smiled faintly. 'This place will always be memorable.'

"Elias, Aria... Let's go to the Middle Domain." Max said to the two of them who had been staying in the Lower Domain for the past week.

Aria nodded. "There are only two ways to the Middle Domain aside from the teleportation runes some privilege ones hold in the Lower Domain?"

Max thought for a moment before saying. "The only one I know is the Forsaken Wilds. Only by crossing that forbidden realm would we enter the Middle Domain. The other way should be managed by the guardians like the two of you from the Four God Nation."

Aria nodded and said. "You are correct but there is another route to the Middle Domain aside from those two."

She added, "The third route… it's not spoken of often. It's called the Abyssal Stair. A path carved by ancient experts before the Four God Nation even came into power. It lies hidden beneath the Cradle of Thorns, deep within the Hollow Earth Valley. Unlike the Forsaken Wilds, which is a physical trial of beasts and corruption, the Abyssal Stair is abattlefield of peak geniuses from the Middle Domain. Each step forward drags you deeper into illusions, trials of your past, future, fears, and regrets. It's said only those with unwavering will can pass through it without losing their minds—or worse."

Max's eyes narrowed. "And which path are we taking?"

"Of course we are going through the headquarters of the guardians." Aria said. "Believe me when I say other than that route, the route from Abyssal Stairs and Forsaken Wilds are known for their death rates. Only a few ever would survive their way to the Middle Domain and we ren't taking out chances here."

She added. "Though we have to sneak you out from the headquarters of the guardians at least our lives won't be at stakes there."

But Max frowned slightly as he heard her words. "Are the Forsaken Wilds and Abyssal Stair really that dangerous?" he asked, his voice tinged with genuine confusion. "We're at the Master Rank now, right? Shouldn't we be able to handle them?" His tone wasn't arrogant—just uncertain, as if trying to understand where his limits truly lay.