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title: "Chapter 579: Shock of the ages for Klaus"
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novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
number: 579
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createdAt: "2026-04-15"
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"Let’s go. I’ll take you to the teleportation chamber that’ll return you to your planet," Lady Virelia said with a soft smile, her voice calm and melodic as always.

Max gave Lord Harthorne a polite nod and followed Lady Virelia out of the grand Treasure Hall, the echoes of their footsteps fading beneath the towering halls filled with power and ancient relics.

As they stepped through a few connecting corridors, guarded by faint glowing sigils and sealed doors, they finally arrived at a quiet chamber bathed in pale blue light. At the center of the room stood a raised teleportation platform, its surface etched with runes that pulsed faintly, waiting to be activated.

Resting lazily near the edge of the platform was a familiar figure—the parrot spirit, its feathers bright and shimmering with hues of blue and gold.

The moment it saw Max, its eyes widened and it gave a cheerful squawk, flapping its wings energetically before soaring over and perching comfortably on Max’s shoulder like it had never left.

"Take him directly back to his planet," Lady Virelia instructed, her voice firm but kind as she looked at the parrot spirit.

The spirit gave a quick, eager nod, already beginning to channel the teleportation energy through the platform.

Max stood calmly, taking in one last look at the chamber—and at Lady Virelia, who had quietly offered him more than most ever had.

She stepped back, giving them space, her robes fluttering slightly from the rising energy in the room.

And then, in an instant, the platform lit up with a blinding surge of blue light, enveloping Max and the parrot spirit. With a gentle hum and a flash that illuminated the chamber, they vanished—disappearing across space and light, headed back to the world that waited for them.

***

Max soared through the same swirling space tunnel he had first entered a month ago, the chaotic streams of light and energy parting before him like waves before a ship.

After what felt like moments suspended between space and time, the tunnel opened, and he emerged in a flash of soft blue light—arriving once again in the Inheritance Tower of the Black Lotus Guild, the very place where his journey had begun.

’I’m finally back,’ Max thought with a quiet sigh of relief, his body relaxing as the familiar aura of the Valora Continent settled around him. It had been an intense experience, but a rewarding one—one he wouldn’t forget.

"I’m surprised you’re done in just one month," the parrot spirit chirped, fluttering down from the teleportation platform to hover beside him. "I thought two months would be the least."

Max chuckled, a faint smile forming on his lips. "I had some help," he said simply, thinking of Lord Harthorne, Lady Virelia, and all the things he had gained.

Then, after a brief pause, he added, "Alright, I’ll be leaving now. I don’t know if I’ll ever come back to the Inheritance Tower of this Black Lotus Guild, but it’s good knowing you."

"Hehe," the parrot spirit laughed, its feathers ruffling. "You won’t be able to miss me. I’ll be waiting in the Inheritance Tower of the Black Lotus Guild in the Middle Domain."

Max blinked, raising an eyebrow. "How can you be in two places at once?"

The parrot spirit tilted its head, eyes twinkling with mystery. "I can," it replied simply, as if that answered everything.

Max gave a small shake of his head, letting it go. "Alright then. I’ll see you in the Middle Domain then."

With those parting words, he turned and stepped out of the Inheritance Tower, the doors closing softly behind him.

He had no more ties to the Phoenix Order guild or any other faction within the Valora Continent. His goals had outgrown this land.

After meeting Alice at the Tower of Truth in the Lost Continent, he would settle a few lingering matters—unfinished business that had long been put off.

And after that... it would be time. Time to face whatever lay within the Citadel. Whether it was fate or vengeance that pulled him there, one thing was certain: he would kill the Young Monarch and decimate Monarch from the face of the Lower Domain.

Only then would he step into the Middle Domain, ready to carve his name into the world beyond. That was Max’s plan—for now.

As Max flew steadily toward the exit of the Hidden City, the ancient city landscape below fading into the distance, two familiar figures appeared in the sky ahead of him, blocking his path.

It was Klaus and the Old Saintess, their presence calm but clearly expectant, as if they had been waiting for his return.

Klaus looked at Max with a relaxed expression, finding no obvious changes on the surface. He looked just like he had a month ago—sharp-eyed, steady, composed.

But the Old Saintess, ever more attuned to the subtleties of power, felt it immediately. Her eyes narrowed slightly, sensing the quiet storm lying beneath Max’s calm exterior. ’He’s grown strong. Very strong, in fact,’ she thought in shock.

Just a month ago, she had warned Klaus of Max’s terrifying potential and rapid growth, and now—standing before her—he had climbed to an even higher peak. His power didn’t scream. It didn’t roar. But it was there, tamed and coiled like a beast waiting to be unleashed.

"How are things now?" Max asked directly.

"The Monarch hasn’t started the war yet," Klaus replied. "From what we’ve gathered, they’ve been unusually quiet. My guess is—they’re waiting for the Citadel to descend."

He paused, glancing at the Old Saintess before continuing. "I think Drevon doesn’t want to take any chances after what you did to him last time. He barely escaped with his life, and that sort of defeat... it leaves a scar. So, I believe he’s planning to wait until he fully enters the Master Rank before making his move."

Klaus’s expression hardened. "And the Citadel... that place might give him the chance he’s been waiting for. It’s one of the few opportunities that could allow him to push past his current limit and ascend to Master Rank."

"Then I’ll go kill him now," Max said coldly, his tone flat but laced with killing intent. His eyes darkened with purpose, a ruthless glint flashing across them.

Although he had faith in his strength—even if Drevon did ascend into the Master Rank—Max wasn’t arrogant. He knew the stakes. He wasn’t going to give Drevon the chance to become a bigger threat. If he could cut him down before he took that step, then that was the best course.

A preemptive strike—swift, clean, final.

"You..." Klaus began, but hesitated, his voice catching in his throat.

He had seen it with his own eyes—Max battling Drevon, overwhelming him with sheer determination and power using lightning, yes—but also falling in the process.

That battle had pushed Max to the edge of death, and while it had left Drevon wounded, it had also taken everything from Max.

And now, standing here only a month later, Max was still only at level 7 of the Seeker Rank, a realm that, on paper, should not even come close to threatening someone like Drevon, who stood at the peak of Expert Rank and was already halfway into the Master Rank.

It was madness to think Max could face him again so soon. But as Klaus looked at Max’s calm expression, something in his gut twisted—a quiet warning.

Max caught that flicker of doubt in Klaus’s eyes and smiled faintly, a calm, knowing smile. Then, without a word, he released his Flame Tyrant aura. Instantly, the space around him trembled.

A wave of energy surged outward—not loud, not violent, but pure, untamed, and ancient, like the roar of a slumbering tyrant waking for war.

Klaus was pushed back slightly, his boots scraping across the air as the force washed over him. His eyes widened. That pressure—it wasn’t just power. It was the kind of presence that made the soul tremble.

He felt a sudden chill down his spine, one he couldn’t explain. It wasn’t fear—but it was close. And as he tried to steady himself, he realized something terrifying: Max’s strength wasn’t just strong for his rank.

It was unlike anything Klaus had ever felt in the Lower Domain aside from Old Saintess—the power Max was giving off was the strongest he had ever seen on anyone including Young Monarch from a month ago.