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title: "Chapter 1404: An Empty Throne"
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novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
number: 1411
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createdAt: "2026-04-15"
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With that thought settled, Max spoke aloud. "Tian."

"Yes, Master," Tian’s voice responded instantly within his mind.

"Do I have the ability to unlock a dimension of my choice?" Max asked, his tone steady but carrying a trace of anticipation.

"Yes, Master," Tian replied without hesitation.

A smile spread across Max’s face. This was exactly what he had been hoping to hear. The implications were enormous, and the fact that such authority had been granted to him so naturally only reinforced how far his class had evolved.

"Then tell me," Max continued, "what exactly has been unlocked so far?"

"Currently, Master has unlocked the Inheritance Chamber for all dimensions that Master has already unlocked," Tian answered.

Max froze for a split second before his eyes widened. "I have unlocked the Inheritance Chamber for all my dimensions?" he exclaimed, genuine shock and excitement mixing together. "Good. Very good."

For a moment, he felt like laughing outright. Advancing into the Rebirth Realm had not merely strengthened him, but had also removed countless hidden restrictions within his class. Things that had once felt distant or inaccessible had now opened themselves to him all at once, as though acknowledging his rebirth.

"Tian," Max said after calming himself slightly, "tell me about the Dimension of the Keeper. That dimension unlocked on its own, did it not?"

"Yes, Master," Tian replied. "The Dimension of the Keeper is the core dimension of the class. It is the dimension through which Master can unlock any other dimension he wishes to obtain. It is also the place where the true legacy of the Dimensional Keeper resides."

Max fell silent as he absorbed those words. The Dimension of the Keeper was not merely another space under his control. It was the origin point, the foundation upon which everything else was built. Understanding it would not just expand his power, but reveal the true meaning of what it meant to be a Dimensional Keeper.

"There is still time before the Thirty Six Hall Grand Trial begins," Max muttered thoughtfully as he stood in the quiet of the training chamber. "I might as well visit the Dimension of the Keeper."

With that decision made, his figure vanished without any fluctuation of energy or distortion of space, as though he had simply stepped out of existence itself.

In the next instant, Max found himself standing upon an endless sea of white clouds. The sky above was vast and calm, filled with a soft radiance that did not originate from any visible sun. All around him stood numerous doors, each one representing a dimension he had already unlocked, their surfaces carrying faint traces of the laws and elements they governed.

The place felt familiar, yet different, as though it had acknowledged his presence in a way it never had before.

"This is the place I always come to when I want to enter my dimensions," Max muttered softly. This was his first time arriving here with his physical body rather than through a projected consciousness, and the sensation was subtly different.

The clouds beneath his feet felt real, the air carried weight, and the space itself seemed aware of him. There was a strange sense of belonging mixed with solemnity, making the experience feel both special and profound.

As Max continued observing the cloud filled world, something caught his attention. In the distance, standing alone and unoccupied, was a throne.

"Hm?" Max frowned slightly as his gaze fixed on it. "I am certain there was never a throne here before." He had passed through this place countless times, day after day, and he was intimately familiar with every detail of it. The appearance of something so significant could not be a coincidence.

"It seems this throne only appeared after I entered the Rebirth Realm," Max muttered as he stared at it more closely. The throne was simple in design yet carried an indescribable authority. It was not ornate or decorated, but its presence alone made the surrounding clouds feel still, as though everything deferred to it.

As he continued to look at it, an unexpected sensation rose within him. A subtle pull, gentle yet undeniable, urged him forward. It was not coercive, nor was it aggressive. It felt more like an invitation, as though the throne itself recognized him and was calling him to take his place.

"Is this throne calling for me to sit on it?" Max wondered quietly. He paused for a moment, weighing the situation. This place was part of his class, and everything within it existed because of the Dimensional Keeper.

If there was any danger, it would not be one meant to harm him.

With that thought, Max stepped forward and sat upon the throne, choosing to trust the authority of his class and the path it had already laid out for him.

The instant Max settled onto the throne, something profound occurred. His consciousness expanded violently yet seamlessly, spreading outward in every direction at once.

There was no sensation of movement, no feeling of travel, yet in a single breathless moment, his awareness connected to every dimension he had unlocked. It was as though invisible threads snapped into place, binding his existence to countless worlds simultaneously.

Max’s vision shattered into multiplicity. He was no longer seeing from a single perspective. In the Dimension of Lightning, he could observe the endless storm clouds churning, every arc of lightning obeying his will even without conscious command.

In the Dimension of Flames, he felt the heat of every flame pillar and sensed the temperament of each fire as if they were living entities breathing alongside him.

The Dimension of Ice revealed itself in perfect stillness, where every frozen particle and drifting frost carried clear structure and intent.

Space unfolded like an open manuscript in the Dimension of Space, with distances, folds, and layers laid bare before him, while Time flowed as a visible continuum rather than an abstract concept in the Dimension of Time, its currents slow, fast, fractured, or stable depending on the region.

He was not merely observing these dimensions. He was present in all of them.

Max realized with quiet astonishment that nothing escaped him. Every fluctuation, every birth of energy, every imbalance within his dimensions surfaced instantly in his mind.

He could see how energy circulated, how laws interacted, how instability formed, and how it could be corrected with a single thought. It felt natural, as if this was how things were always meant to be.

There was no strain, no overload, despite the vastness of information flooding into him. His mind processed it all effortlessly, reorganizing infinite data into perfect clarity.

More frightening than the vision itself was the realization that these dimensions were no longer separate spaces he governed from above. They were extensions of his existence.

If lightning raged, he felt it as a shift in his own state. If a dimension stabilized or evolved, it resonated within him like a heartbeat. The boundary between self and world had dissolved. He was the anchor, the ruler, and the constant that held them all together.

At that moment, Max understood what the throne truly represented. It was not a symbol of authority, nor a reward for advancement. It was an interface, a convergence point where the Dimensional Keeper ceased to be a traveler between worlds and became the nexus through which all worlds aligned. Sitting upon it did not grant power. It acknowledged it.

As the connection stabilized, Max exhaled slowly, his expression calm yet carrying a depth that had not existed before. He was no longer merely someone who possessed dimensions.

He was bound to them in a way that could not be severed, seeing through all of them at once, existing across them simultaneously, and standing at the absolute center of their reality.

This was what meant to be the Dimensional Keeper.