Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100

Chapter 457: Combined Forces of Elves, Demons and Humans

”Youʼre not going to interfere?” Max asked sharply, his brows furrowing. With the kind of strength Lucian possessed, he could crush any army—human, elf, or demon—with just a wave of his hand. Why wasnʼt he stepping in?

”This isnʼt my fight,” Lucian replied with an easy smile, not a trace of worry on his face. Then, before Max could protest, Lucian stepped forward and gave him a gentle push toward the crack in space. Max barely had time to react before he stumbled through it, the world around him warping and twisting violently.

Just as Maxʼs figure disappeared, swallowed by the portal, Lucianʼs smile faded into something quieter, more serious.

He turned back to his chair, sat down leisurely, and with an almost careless motion, picked up a pair of sleek VR glasses, slipping them onto his face like he had all the time in the world.

”This is your fight, Max,” he muttered softly, almost like a prayer whispered to the wind. ”I hope you survive this...” And with that, he leaned back, disappearing into whatever virtual world he had decided to escape to, leaving Max to face whatever awaited him beyond the crack in space.

***

Max suddenly found himself standing in midair, suspended effortlessly above the endless blue stretch of an ocean. The salty wind whipped past him, carrying the scent of open waters, and when he turned his gaze to one side, he saw land—vast, green, and sprawling far into the distance.

His brows furrowed slightly. ”Did he... send me to the edge of the Lost Continent?” Max muttered, confused.

The place felt like the boundary where the continent ended and the great ocean began, a desolate and exposed place where land and sea clashed in an eternal dance. Before he could ponder further, a familiar voice, sharp and tinged with surprise, called out to him from afar.

”Max! What are you doing here?” the voice shouted across the open skies.

Max turned swiftly toward the source, his sharp eyes narrowing—and what he saw made his heart jolt. A group was flying toward him, not just a few scattered individuals but a coordinated force. At the head of the group was Princess Lenavira, her long golden hair streaming behind her as she flew at high speed.

But she wasnʼt alone. Surrounding her were elves, humans, and even demons, each group moving not separately but together, bound by a tension Max could feel even from a distance. And behind them—stretching out like a living tide—was an army. A true army.

Thousands upon thousands of figures flooded the skies and the earth below, a mixture of races that should have been at each otherʼs throats but instead were gathered together, weapons drawn, faces grim.

Maxʼs frown deepened. ʼWhat the hell is going on?ʼ he thought, feeling an uncomfortable knot tighten in his stomach. ʼAre they preparing to fight each other or something?ʼ

It made no sense. The humans, elves, and demons—especially demons—werenʼt exactly known for sitting down peacefully, much less amassing armies side by side. The sheer number of gathered forces was staggering, and the ominous energy radiating off them made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.

Something major was about to happen... and somehow, he had been thrown right into the middle of it.

Just then, without warning, Maxʼs soul trembled violently, sending a deep shudder through his entire being.

His instincts, sharpened by countless battles and near-death experiences, screamed at him to turn around—and he did, whipping his head towards the endless expanse of the ocean that stretched beyond the edge of the continent.

His eyes widened sharply as he stared into the distance, feeling something monumental approaching, something that made his yellow soul—flare up wildly.

”This!” Max gasped, his heart pounding, his mind struggling to comprehend the sheer pressure building in the air. It wasnʼt just a feeling; it was a primal, soul-deep warning of an unstoppable force moving closer, growing more oppressive with each passing second.

”Kid, an army is approaching from the other end... from the Valora Continent,” Blobʼs voice suddenly echoed in his mind, heavy and serious, confirming the dread blooming inside Maxʼs chest.

”An army? From Valora Continent?” Maxʼs eyes snapped even wider as realization crashed into him like a tidal wave. ʼSo thatʼs what Lucian meant,ʼ he thought, his breath hitching. ʼAn army...the arrival of guests.ʼ