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title: "Chapter 373: Barren Land"
slug: "ch-373"
novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
number: 373
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createdAt: "2026-04-13"
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Max tore through the sky like a comet, slicing through drifting clouds as if they were paper. The chill wind stung his skin, and the vast skies of the Lost Continent stretched endlessly before him.

But he couldn't afford to enjoy the view.

Not when death was snapping at his heels.

His Three-Dimensional Body pulsed with warning—energy signatures, dozens of them, fast and closing in.

The demons. And the humans.

'Already?!' Max grit his teeth. They were gaining. Shadows in the clouds, streaks of energy burning across the sky behind him.

And not far behind the demons… the humans.

Max's eyes narrowed.

'They're trailing just behind the demons… not even trying to overtake them. Cowards.'

His disgust flared.

'So much for "we'll protect you," huh?'

Then—

Red-hot flames burst from his back, twisting into two blazing wings of pure fire.

BOOM!

The sky cracked open with a sonic burst as Max accelerated—his body becoming a streak of red light flashing across the heavens. The wind roared past his ears, the land beneath becoming a blur.

But even so…

'They're still there.'

His Three-Dimensional Body fed him a constant stream of information: distance, speed, mana fluctuations.

And worst of all?

The demons weren't falling behind.

They were catching up.

'Persistent bastards.'

Max's jaw tightened. He could understand the demons' rage. He'd slaughtered their kin, made them look like fools in front of two other races. Of course they wanted his head.

But the humans?

That was what grated at him the most.

They weren't chasing him to help. They weren't even fighting the demons to clear a path. They were just… following. Quiet. Opportunistic. Like vultures waiting for the lion to tire before swooping in to pick at the remains.

Max's flames flared brighter.

He shook his head.

'I never trusted them anyway.'

Still, the reality of the situation was biting at his heels. These weren't weaklings chasing him. They were Seeker Rank demons, and not just the low levels. Several were in the 5th and 6th level, and the one at the front—his presence was oppressive even from afar—was a Peak Seeker Rank.

Max was fast but his current strength at level 1 of Adept Rank could only take his speed to so far in the air even with his all his flying skills active.

There was a limit.

And that limit was getting closer with every passing second.

His heart pounded.

His mind raced.

Because if he didn't shake them soon… he wasn't going to have time to outrun anyone.

'I need to slow them down.'

That was Max's only thought as the roar of wind filled his ears, the pressure from behind tightening like a noose.

Without hesitation, he threw his right hand out.

"Magic Sword Barrage."

In an instant, a hundred blue-glowing swords formed in a wide arc around him, each one buzzing with Level 3 Sword Aura. They hovered for half a breath, glinting in the sunlight like a fleet of divine judgment—before launching backward at breakneck speed.

Whish! Whish! WHISH!

Like streaking comets, the swords tore through the skies, spinning and whistling as they chased after the demons.

Max didn't wait to see the result. He pushed harder, his flaming wings flaring with another burst of speed, forcing his body forward with everything he had.

But the clash behind was unmistakable.

BOOM!

CRASH!

He felt it in the air—the swords colliding, exploding, forcing some of the demons to swerve or retreat for a split-second.

Yet the strongest among them didn't even flinch.

"Hmph," the Peak Seeker Rank demon sneered. He raised a massive black sword etched with glowing runes, his red eyes narrowing.

With one clean, sweeping slash, he cleaved through every sword that reached him. The sky lit up with sparks and shattering blue fragments.

"You think this will stop us?" he snarled, his voice echoing like thunder. "Naive."

Max saw it all through his Three-Dimensional Body—but he didn't stop. He didn't look back. He just flew faster, heart pounding against his ribs.

Then—

"Kid! They're going to catch up at this rate!" Blob's voice rang urgently in his mind.

Max grit his teeth. "I know! I'm running out of options."

Just then—another voice.

Calm. Feminine. And unmistakably elven.

"Fly to your left. Now. There's a teleportation rune hidden below. Hurry!"

Max's brow furrowed. 'An elf?' Suspicion surged inside him. He didn't trust them. Not after everything. The elves were no better than the rest—smiles painted over schemes.

But…

Right now, he didn't have the luxury of choice.

He veered left, diving through the clouds like a streak of fire. And then he saw it.

A glowing blue rune formation—faint and half-buried under the dense vegetation of the forest floor. But it was there.

Without hesitation, Max dropped toward it like a meteor, his body slamming into the rune formation.

But nothing happened.

No hum.

No light.

No teleportation.

'What?!' Max's eyes widened. "Why isn't this working?!"

A shout came from above.

"HAHAHA! You're dead, boy!" The demons had seen it. They were closing in fast, their aura boiling the air around them.

Max clenched his fists, desperation creeping into his throat.

"The teleportation rune isn't like the ones from your continent," Blob's voice echoed quickly. "It needs an active power source. Now!"

Max's eyes flashed.

He reached into his storage space, yanked out several Seeker Rank monster cores, and hurled them into the rune's center.

BOOM!

The moment the cores touched the formation, the entire rune lit up in a violent surge of blue light, so bright it cast shadows into the clouds.

The ground cracked.

The air howled.

The rune roared to life—just as the first demon's clawed hand reached out toward Max.

And in a blink—

Max vanished.

A flash of light—and then silence.

Max blinked as the bright glow of the teleportation rune faded, revealing a desolate, red-tinted world stretching endlessly before him. The ground beneath his feet was cracked and dry, covered in a fine layer of dust that glowed faintly under the crimson sky. The air was heavy, motionless, and oddly still—almost too still.

He turned his gaze toward the horizon, and there—at the very center of the barren land—stood a tower.

Tall. Narrow. Unfathomably high.

Its spire disappeared into the clouds above, as if it were stabbing the heavens themselves.