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title: "Chapter 1264: Opening the way to Nullaria"
slug: "ch-1271"
novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
number: 1271
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createdAt: "2026-04-15"
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At the far edge of the Four God Nation, where cultivated lands gave way to empty rock and ash, a vast crowd had gathered under the pale morning sky. The wasteland stretched endlessly behind them, scorched and barren, yet on this day it felt strangely alive because every young genius who stood there radiated an aura of determination.

They had spent three days drilling, bleeding, and reshaping themselves under the guidance of their seven chosen leaders. Now they were ready. Behind them, the elders and leaders of the Middle Domain watched silently, their expressions mixed with hope, nerves, and lingering disbelief that the operation about to begin was even possible.

Above the gathering, dozens of void shuttles of different shapes and sizes hovered quietly. Some were sleek and narrow, crafted for speed, while others were large enough to carry an entire squad comfortably. Their metallic surfaces reflected the dim sky with faint glimmers of light. In the silence, one could hear the hum of their engines, a steady vibration that resonated through the entire wasteland.

Max stood at the front, his presence calm but commanding. Lucien and Freya stood just behind him, alongside the leaders of the Four God Nation and representatives of every major faction of the Middle Domain. They were all waiting for one thing.

"I will open the rift to Nullaria," Max said quietly, yet his words carried across the entire area as if the wasteland itself amplified them.

Freya and Lucien exchanged a look, one filled with expectation and curiosity. They knew Max had grasped the fifth level concept of space, but they had yet to see what that mastery meant in practice. The leaders behind them leaned forward slightly, watching every movement Max made with attentive eyes.

Max lifted his right hand slowly, focusing entirely on the point in the air before him. As he willed the full power of the fifth level concept of space—Spatial Dominion—the atmosphere responded immediately. The air around him rippled as though invisible waves pushed through it. The space directly in front of his hand began to tremble in a strange, unsettling way.

It was not the trembling of physical matter but the trembling of the void itself.

The surface of space behaved like disturbed water, fluctuating and bending, warping its shape with soft but powerful pulses. The fluctuations intensified steadily until the void seemed unable to contain the pressure Max was exerting on it. For a moment the gathered crowd could only watch as reality twisted like a curtain caught in a violent wind.

Then, with a soundless snap, a thin crack appeared.

It was small at first, no larger than a hairline fracture, but it pulsed with deep, eerie energy. Max did not stop. He pressed his will onto the crack, and it expanded slowly, pulling at the surrounding space as it widened. The fracture grew longer and broader, tearing through reality with an imposing inevitability.

The air trembled as the crack expanded into a massive spatial tear.

The tear stretched higher than the tallest void shuttle and widened enough for entire squads to march through side by side. Violent currents of foreign energy surged from the opening, painting the air with dark hues of gray and violet. A chilling wind blew out of the rift, carrying a scent that no one present had ever encountered before. It was alien. It was powerful. It was Nullaria.

A collective hush spread across the crowd. The spatial tear no longer looked like a crack—it looked like the open jaws of another world waiting to swallow whoever dared to enter.

Freya’s eyes softened with pride. Lucien’s expression filled with shock and admiration. Behind them, the leaders of the Middle Domain whispered among themselves, unable to hide their astonishment.

Max lowered his hand and took a step back, the spatial tear now stabilized and fully open.

"Squad leaders," he said calmly without turning, "prepare your teams. The way to Nullaria is open."

The wasteland erupted into motion as the seven leaders shouted commands, rallying their squads and guiding them toward the waiting void shuttles. The ground shook beneath their coordinated steps, and arcs of energy rippled across the shuttles as they activated their cores. The soldiers of Acaris, young yet unyielding, marched toward the rift with eyes filled with purpose.

Max paused only briefly at the threshold of the colossal spatial tear, letting its swirling violet and gray energies reflect across his eyes. This was the last moment he would spend in the Middle Domain before stepping into the demon nest. The air behind him shifted as Lucien, Freya, and the leaders of the Middle Domain walked forward to see him off.

He turned toward them, and despite the tension of the mission ahead, a faint, warm smile touched his face.

"I guess this is it," Max said softly, though his voice carried clearly through the wasteland. "I will see you all once we have exterminated the entire demon race from Acaris and from Nullaria."

There was no arrogance in his tone, only certainty—certainty built on the foundations of his new mastery, the power of the geniuses behind him, and the clarity of the plan he had forged.

Before he could turn again, Freya stepped forward and held out a small metallic button that glowed faintly in the sunlight. "Take this," she said gently. "It is not a magical artifact, nor is it equipped with any special powers. But press the button if a situation arises where you need immediate help. The moment it is activated, all of us will sense your location and come to you without delay."

Max took the button with care. His eyes softened as he looked at his sister. "I’ll definitely keep it in mind," he replied, slipping the button into his spatial storage. For him, it was more than an emergency signal. It was a gesture from the sister he had searched for since the day he awakened his powers. It was reassurance. It was family.

Lucien approached next with a calm, confident smile. "We will be waiting for your return," he said. His gaze drifted briefly toward the spatial rift. "And knowing you, it won’t take long."

Max nodded back at him, grateful for the trust and silent understanding that had grown between them.

Then he turned to face the seven squad leaders and the waiting void shuttles. Their squads stood assembled, tense with anticipation but steady, focused, ready.

"All right," Max called out, raising his voice just enough for all of them to hear. "Let’s go."