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title: "Chapter 436 A Realm Beyond the List"
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novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
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436: A Realm Beyond the List

436: A Realm Beyond the List

Outside the Pillar of Divine Appraisal, the atmosphere was thick with silence—an unnatural, suffocating stillness that gripped every single being on the tenth floor.

Then, like a wave crashing through brittle calm, a ripple of collective disbelief spread across the hall.

Eyes widened, jaws slackened, and expressions contorted into pure, unfiltered shock as they stared at the monolith, struggling to comprehend what they were seeing.

The list of names, carved into the surface of the pillar across ten distinct lines—each representing the classification of talent from the lowest to the highest—had always been the pride and judgment of the Tower.

But now, something unprecedented had occurred.

Max’s name had disappeared from the first line entirely.

Instead, it had reappeared not within the list… but above it.

Etched in glowing golden light, larger and more radiant than any other, was a new title: “Primordial Max Voidwalker.” The words shimmered with divine brilliance, pulsing with a strange, ancient energy that no one had ever seen before.

“What’s going on…?” someone whispered, breaking the silence.

“He went all the way beyond the list?

Even past the first line?”

“Yeah,” another added, blinking rapidly.

“I’ve never seen… or even heard of this happening before.”

“It’s like the Tower… created a new level of talent just for him,” a third murmured, awe in their voice.

The murmurs quickly snowballed into buzzing confusion and excitement.

Even the elites—demons, elves, and humans alike—found themselves at a loss.

The name Max Voidwalker hadn’t just risen above the geniuses of their generation—it had redefined the Tower’s judgment itself.

No human, elf, or demon had ever earned such an honor.

In the countless years the Tower of Truth had stood as the ultimate measure of potential in the Lost Continent, not once had it rewritten its very structure for an individual.

And yet now, a young man from a foreign land… a human no less… had forced the Tower to acknowledge him in a way none could have predicted.

Max hadn’t just reached the top.

He had become the new summit.

‘Is he really that strong?’ Princess Lenavira thought, her eyes fixed on the golden glow hovering above the list, her mind racing to comprehend the gravity of what she was witnessing.𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

Never before had she seen, heard, or even read about such an occurrence in all her life.

For the Tower of Truth—an ancient structure built on unshakable rules and divine assessments—to create a new column beyond its established ranking system for one person… it spoke volumes.

It was not just recognition.

It was reverence.

A declaration that Max Voidwalker’s talent could not be measured by any existing standard.

This was something far beyond genius—it was something bordering on the divine.

‘He forced the tower to evolve just to define him…’ she realized, a cold wave of awe washing over her.

‘That is no small matter.’

She glanced toward Craig, whose face was unreadable but whose eyes had darkened like a brewing storm.

‘Now let’s see how this situation plays out,’ she thought warily.

‘If worst comes to worst… I might have to reveal myself.’

Meanwhile, among the humans of the Lost Continent—particularly those from the Moon Faction—emotions were bursting at the seams.

“Am I dreaming?” one whispered in disbelief.

“A human… one of us… just did the impossible?”

“Yeah!

We now have a genius who’s surpassed everyone.”

“This is good,” another said, eyes shining.

“Even if the Sun Faction hates him, if we can negotiate and bring him to our side, the rise of the human race is only a matter of time!”

“With his talent, he’s bound to rise higher than anyone in history,” someone else chimed in.

“He could reach heights none of us ever imagined.”

Joy and pride surged through the Moon Faction’s camp.

For too long, the humans of the Lost Continent had been looked down upon by the more ancient and dominant races.

But now—now—one of their own had shattered every ceiling, rewritten every rule, and stood at the pinnacle above all others.

Their cheers were quiet but fierce, their eyes gleaming with new hope.

“Primordial…” Adam murmured to himself, frowning as he stared at Max’s name.

“I’ve heard that term before.”

“I know where,” Fagus said beside him, his tone solemn and steady.

“In one of the ancient records passed down through our race, it’s written that the Tower of Truth was built by a race called the Primordials—beings that stood above even the gods.”

“I see…” Adam nodded slowly, the weight of that revelation settling in.

And as he looked around—at the stunned faces of elves, the burning gazes of demons, the rising fervor among his fellow humans—he realized one thing clearly: Max was no longer just another human genius.

He had become a figure of legend.

A name etched in gold above all others.

And that meant… he would also become a target.

Everyone on the tenth floor was watching now, even those who had been immersed in silent comprehension of concepts had come out of seclusion, drawn by the impossibility that had just occurred.

Just then, from the glowing depths of the towering monolith, a figure emerged slowly, his silhouette gaining clarity with each step until he stepped fully into view—his black robes fluttering faintly, his aura strangely subdued despite the storm he had stirred across the entire tenth floor.

It was none other than Max.

His expression was calm, his stride steady, but the moment he saw the sheer number of people gathered before the Pillar of Divine Appraisal, his brows furrowed in confusion.

The once peaceful floor now resembled a battlefield without swords, with hundreds, if not thousands, of eyes glued to him alone.

“Huh?

What’s with so many people?” Max muttered, blinking in surprise as murmurs, gasps, and hushed whispers followed his arrival like a wave.

He looked around at the crowd that had formed around the monolith—demons, elves, humans, all staring at him, some with awe, others with disbelief, a few with barely concealed hostility.

“You finally came out,” a familiar voice spoke gently, and Max turned to see Alice approaching him, her usual fiery presence strangely soft as she walked up to him with Princess Lenavira trailing silently behind her.

“What’s going on?

Why is there such a big crowd all of a sudden?” Max asked, genuinely puzzled as his gaze flicked between Alice and Lenavira.

Alice, instead of answering directly, pointed toward the monolith.

“Look at the list of names.”

Max turned around.

His eyes landed on the Pillar of Divine Appraisal—and widened in shock.

“What…?” he whispered.

There, above the ten legendary lines of names carved into the monolith, a new line glowed.

Not just a line—an entirely new space had been created, radiating golden light.

And inside it, written in glowing, divine letters, was a name that stopped his breath:

Primordial Max Voidwalker.

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