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title: "Chapter 1258: Two Months of Idle Training"
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novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
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The days that followed the extraction of Mark’s second soul from the Tower of Truth moved with a gentleness that felt almost foreign to Max.

The world outside remained soaked in conflict, and the war did not slow even for a breath.

Demons continued their assaults across the thousand regions, and human forces held the lines with everything they had.

Yet for Max, a peculiar calm settled around him, almost like the eye of a storm that refused to touch him. He knew this peace would never last, but he accepted it all the same. A few days of silence meant time to breathe. To think. To exist without a blade in his hand.

He spent most of these days with Alice and Lenavira at his side, enjoying the rare warmth of their company. They laughed together, spoke of small things that had nothing to do with war or calamities, and wandered through the Elven Kingdom at a relaxed pace.

Neither Alice nor Lenavira pushed him toward any responsibility. They let him rest. They let him feel human again. It was during these moments that Max understood just how much weight he had carried on his shoulders without noticing it.

Their smiles, their presence, their subtle reassurance allowed him to loosen that burden, if only briefly. He allowed himself to enjoy small joys without guilt.

But Max was never someone who could afford to rest for long. Beneath his calm exterior, the fire of determination never dimmed. Each night, after spending time with the two women, he would retreat into the Dimension of Time and push himself harder than ever before.

Inside that infinite loop of time, he trained for centuries. There was no hesitation in his steps or doubt in his heart. He knew what he wanted to achieve, and he crafted clear goals for himself.

The first was to raise his Severing Sword Concept to the 5th level. It was the foundation of his sword path, and he knew that unless he elevated it, every fight in the future would turn into a struggle. He needed a sword that could cut through impossible obstacles, sever fate itself if required.

The second goal was just as important. He wanted to fully master the 5th level concept of space that he had recently comprehended. He no longer wished to rely solely on instinct or fragmented understanding. He wanted complete dominion over it.

Void Genesis Art was the key, and he studied every technique within the ancient scripture carefully. Many of the techniques resonated with him in ways he had never experienced before, perhaps because he finally possessed the right foundation to understand them.

Every day in the Dimension of Time was equivalent to an era of growth, and Max used every moment with intense focus.

While Max devoted himself entirely to these goals, life outside continued without pause. The upper echelons of the Middle Domain were far from idle. Another council meeting was held among the Four God Nation leaders, the Seven Overlord Forces, the Independent Factions, and every expert whose voice mattered.

This time, the subject was the Celestial Beast Temple—the hidden secret domain where the final fragment of Mark’s soul had been sealed. It was the last piece needed before their deal with Mark could even exist in a complete form.

Debates were held regarding the timing of the temple’s opening, who would accompany Lucien and Max inside, and what preparations had to be made to ensure the demons did not interfere.

Freya led the meeting with confidence, her authority unquestioned. She had already been briefed by both Lucien and Max, and she understood the weight of the decisions they were about to make. Her calm but firm leadership guided the conversation forward as she reminded everyone that this was a turning point.

Success meant hope. Failure meant the collapse of everything they were fighting to protect.

Plans were drafted. Roles were assigned. Contingencies were formed.

And through it all, Max remained in the background, sharpening himself quietly, preparing for the inevitable storm.

Two months passed in silence.

Just like that.

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After two months, soon a small chaos erupted in the Middle Domain because Max had called out all the leaders for a meeting. Everyone was shocked why Max called out the meeting. For the past few or some meeting over the last two months, Max had been absent and now out of nowhere he called a meeting surprising everyone.

Curious every leaders attended the meeting because it was Max who called out the meeting.

The atmosphere was already tense because everyone had sensed that he would not summon them without a monumental reason. Freya spoke first, calm and collected, though her tone carried an undercurrent of weight. She knew Max well enough to sense something unusual.

"For what reason did you call this meeting?" she asked, her gaze fixed on him.

Max sat before them with a composed expression, his calmness contrasting almost harshly with the restless anticipation surrounding him. His voice carried an even tone, one that did not waver despite dozens of Divine Rank experts looking at him at once.

"I have found a way to make the people of this world survive the red cloud calamity."

The moment he spoke those words the meeting room turned into a storm of disbelief. Chairs scraped sharply, several leaders shot to their feet, and waves of spiritual energy rippled outward unconsciously as their control faltered.

They had expected strategies. They had expected predictions. They had expected maybe news about Mark or even the demons. But a method to survive the very calamity that was destined to consume their entire world was far beyond their expectations.

President William, whose age often made him cautious, was the first to break. His eyes widened in a way that robbed him of his usual stern dignity.

"How?" he demanded, his voice trembling. "How would you do that? Tell us immediately!"

Freya placed a firm hand on the table, her tone level but carrying enough authority to bring silence.

"President William, calm down."

William swallowed hard and sank into his seat, but his gaze never left Max. None of their gazes did. Every single person in the room hung onto Max’s next breath, let alone his next words.