Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 - Chapter 650: One Attack Kill

Chapter 650: One Attack Kill

Storm King’s crimson eyes, calm yet unreadable, flickered with emotion for the first time since the battle began. A faint smile tugged at his lips—acknowledgment. And then it vanished just as fast.

Suddenly, his eyes flared—not with ordinary fury, but with blood-red lightning that cracked within his pupils like caged storms about to be set free. His entire spear lit up, engulfed by streaks of red lightning so violent they scorched the very air around him.

He raised his weapon slowly, almost reverently.

BOOM!!!

Sword and spear collided—and the result was apocalyptic. A devastating explosion of force and energy tore through the ground like a divine punishment, instantly vaporizing everything within dozens of meters.

The battlefield turned into a crater of molten earth and shattered debris. A storm of dust and broken terrain erupted into the sky, cloaking the world in grey chaos.

The shockwave traveled outward like a tidal wave of destruction, tearing apart hills and flattening anything within sight.

As the dust slowly began to settle, the devastation became clearer. Deep cracks veined through the land like scars, lightning still dancing faintly in the air, searching for something to burn.

Th𝙞𝑠 𝘤h𝕒p†𝕖r ɩ𝕤 p𝑜𝑠𝖙𝗲ḍ b𝑦 𝗞ḭ𝕥𝘦𝖓𝖔𝗏𝖾|

Amidst the silence and ruin, Storm King stood tall at the center of the destruction—unmoving, undisturbed, his spear steady and aimed forward.

And Max?

Max was gone.

His presence vanished from sight. His figure wasn’t visible in the sky, on the land, or anywhere nearby.

He was gone. Dead.

***

Max blinked, stunned. One moment he had been clashing with Storm King, blade against spear, his blood boiling and heart pounding with the thrill of battle—and the next, he was back at the beginning, standing before the endless void filled with floating inheritance islands.

“What just happened?” he muttered, his voice laced with confusion. He hadn’t wished to leave. He hadn’t planned to retreat. Most importantly, he had been in the middle of a fight—he was winning, or so he thought.

Just then, the small figure of Tian materialized beside him, his eyes calm and voice clear. “Master, you were killed by Storm King.”

“What? I was killed?” Max muttered, his voice hollow, eyes widening in disbelief. The words echoed in his mind, clashing violently against everything he knew about his own strength. It didn’t add up—it couldn’t.

He had been in his strongest physical form, his body enveloped in the glowing black and gold scales of his Dragon Scales Transformation, each scale dense with the condensed might of 600 Draconic Essences.

His defense, in that state, was monstrous—something not even a Champion Rank elite should have been able to break through easily.

His power hadn’t stopped at just defense either. The Draconic Essences amplified every part of him—his strength, speed, reaction, even the density of his flesh and bones. Every movement he made had been supercharged.

Every strike of his sword had carried the weight of a mountain behind it. Combined with the advanced stage 1st level Severing Sword Concept, a concept that could cleave through energy and essence alike, Max had believed himself capable of standing against Storm King’s attack.

And yet… he died.

He clenched his fists, trying to piece it together. No warning. No mortal wound. Just a blinding flash of red lightning and then… darkness. Emptiness. He was back here.

“How?” he whispered under his breath.

Tian stood beside him silently, as if waiting for Max to grasp the truth himself.

It wasn’t that his strength had failed him.

It was that Storm King was something beyond. A being born not of this world but of legacy, forged to protect an inheritance meant only for those who could challenge the storm itself. A soul imprint crafted not to fight fairly—but to test the impossible.

Max had thought he was invincible. But invincibility… was just another illusion.

And this loss—this death—it shattered that illusion in a single strike.

“I couldn’t even get to use my full strength,” Max muttered to himself with a long sigh, his gaze fixed on the endless floating islands before him. His mind replayed the battle—every strike, every movement, every collision of power.

He clenched his fists. Deep inside, a bitter frustration gnawed at him. He had gone into that fight with overwhelming confidence—powered by his Dragon Scales Transformation, strengthened with the might of 600 Draconic Essences, his sword infused with the advanced stage of the Severing Concept.

He thought he could face Storm King head on with that. And yet, in the end, none of it had been enough.

He hadn’t even used all four of his concepts together. Perhaps if he had pushed himself to his absolute limits from the start—called upon the full arsenal of concepts he possessed, the ones that defined his style, his power—he might have stood a better chance. Maybe.

But then again… he remembered. That moment. The exact instant before everything ended. The man’s eyes—Storm King’s eyes—flashed with a terrifying red lightning. A crimson blaze that swallowed the air itself. The moment Max launched his final attack, it was as if time stopped and fate was sealed.

“It must be because of that,” Max muttered again, brows furrowed in thought. That lightning in his eyes… it hadn’t been just a technique. No, it was something deeper. He didn’t know what that last attack was, but he was certain that single flash was the very reason his near-impervious Dragon Scales had shattered like glass, and he was killed in an instant.

It was a sobering reminder. Strength was not a guarantee of victory. If he were careless, he could die like others.

“I should try again,” Max muttered under his breath, a resolute gleam flashing through his eyes. He clenched his fists tightly, the memory of his death at Storm King’s hands still fresh in his mind.

This time, he wouldn’t hold back. He wanted to go all out—to test the full extent of his strength, to see if the might of his four concepts and 600 Draconic Essences, combined with Dragon Scales Transformation, could truly rival a being like Storm King.

But more than anything, he wanted to understand that final, mysterious attack. The one that ended everything in a flash of red lightning. Last time, he died too fast to grasp what had actually happened. It was time to uncover the truth behind that fatal technique.

Just as Max was about to act, Tian’s voice echoed from beside him, calm and steady. “Master, you only have three chances to conquer an inheritance island,” he warned, his expression as neutral as ever. “If you are defeated or killed in these three rounds, that specific island will disappear forever from the Floor of Inheritance. Its legacy will be lost to you.”

“Only three chances…” Max echoed softly, his brows furrowing. A dangerous rule, but not unreasonable. After all, he was standing within the heart of a domain designed to test and pass on ancient legacies. It wasn’t meant to be easy. If anything, three tries were more than what most would be given.

“Tch, no pressure then,” he muttered with a wry smile. But deep down, he was serious. He wouldn’t waste a single chance. He would learn. He would adapt. And he would win.

“Considering I was one-shot killed by the Storm King, I should visit the Floor of Inheritance again only after I’ve leveled up to Master Rank,” Max muttered, a hint of reluctant acceptance in his tone.

He understood his limits now—Storm King was simply on a whole different level, and he had rushed in without properly gauging the gap. That wouldn’t happen again. With that decision made, he shifted his focus.

With just a thought, his consciousness withdrew from the Dimension of Lightning, and he opened his eyes in the real world once more.