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title: "Chapter 1320: Final Battle - 7"
slug: "ch-1327"
novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
number: 1327
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createdAt: "2026-04-15"
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But before Mark’s body could fully heal itself, the space behind him twisted silently and collapsed inward as if folded by an unseen hand. Freya emerged from that distortion without a sound, her presence perfectly concealed until the instant she chose to strike.

Unlike Max’s power which announced itself through overwhelming pressure, Freya’s power was layered and intricate, woven together with such precision that even Mark’s divine senses reacted a fraction too late.

Her eyes were calm, almost cold, as countless interlocking runes of light manifested around her body, each rune rotating at a different rhythm and carrying a different law that fed into the next with flawless harmony.

Freya raised her hand and the world itself seemed to pause as her authority unfolded. Space bent, time slowed unevenly, and causality twisted into a fragile thread as her power converged into a single point.

It was not raw destruction like Max’s severing sword nor was it the domineering divinity of Mark’s crown. It was something far more dangerous. It was control layered upon control, law stacked upon law, forming a perfect execution construct that left no room for resistance.

A massive sigil formed behind her, complex beyond comprehension, and from its center erupted a beam of condensed brilliance that pierced directly into Mark’s back before he could even turn.

The attack did not simply tear through his body. It invaded him. Freya’s power latched onto Mark’s divine essence, his crown’s authority, and even the remnants of the True Origin Devil Blood, forcibly disrupting the balance between them.

"AHHHHH!" Mark roared in agony as divine power exploded outward uncontrollably, his regeneration stalling violently as fractures spread across his existence like cracks in glass. His body was blasted forward, smashing into the ground below with such force that entire continents trembled despite Max’s spatial laws holding the world together.

Blood sprayed into the air, glowing with corrupted divinity, and for the first time Mark failed to immediately rise.

Freya did not stop there. She stepped forward, her runes shifting and realigning as her attack evolved mid execution. Chains of luminous authority erupted from the sigil and wrapped around Mark’s fallen form, binding his soul, his crown, and his divine core simultaneously.

Each chain carried a different suppression principle, one sealing regeneration, one disrupting causality, and one directly attacking the bond between Mark and the world’s divine power. Mark screamed as his crown flared wildly, its red light pulsing erratically as if fighting to maintain dominance.

When the light finally receded, Mark lay embedded deep within the shattered earth, his body mangled and slow to repair, his divine aura unstable and flickering. Freya hovered above him, her breath steady though her face had paled slightly from the strain of releasing such an attack.

Even Max felt a chill as he witnessed the damage. Her strike had not only wounded Mark’s body but had carved deep into the foundations of his power, leaving scars that could not be erased instantly even by immortality.

For the first time since reclaiming his full strength, Mark was silent, his laughter gone, his arrogance shaken. The god of this world had been struck from the shadows and nearly broken in a single moment.𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

Just at that moment, Lucien arrived before them, his gaze steady and unwavering as he looked at the broken form of Mark below. "It is my turn, right?" he asked calmly, as if the battlefield around them was nothing more than a quiet field.

He had already erased Cain and the army of Ascendants from existence while Max had kept Mark occupied, and now the air around him carried a pressure that felt heavy even to Max.

"Hit him with your strongest attack," Max said without hesitation, his eyes never leaving Mark’s shattered body.

Lucien nodded slowly. His gaming goggles were already on his eyes. This was the moment of truth. This single strike would determine whether Mark could truly be killed or whether everything they had done so far would collapse into despair.

Lucien raised his hand and the world itself seemed to lean toward him, laws gathering instinctively as if recognizing a decisive moment.

But before he could release his power, Mark’s head snapped upward and a scream tore out of him, raw and filled with madness that drowned out everything else.

"You all... I will kill you! I will kill you all!" Mark roared as blinding red light erupted violently from the crown atop his head. The light was no longer restrained or controlled. It was furious, chaotic, and absolute. The chains Freya had bound him with shattered one after another, dissolving into fragments of broken law that were swallowed by the crown’s radiance. The ground beneath Mark collapsed inward as if the world itself was bowing to his will.

"What?!" Freya was shocked that her chains were destroyed.

Almost instantly, a colossal beam of light surged upward from the depths of Acaris and slammed into Mark’s body, connecting him directly to the planet itself. Mountains cracked apart, oceans churned violently, and ley lines that had existed since the birth of the world ignited like burning veins beneath the surface.

"HAHHAHAHAH!" Mark threw his head back and laughed, the sound echoing across the skies as his aura expanded without restraint. At that moment, he was no longer merely drawing power from the world. He was declaring ownership over it.

"This world is mine!" Mark shouted as the divine power of Acaris flooded into him. Cities crumbled in the distance as the planet screamed under the strain, its core trembling as Mark forcefully siphoned its life force.

The sky twisted into spirals of red and gold, clouds tearing apart as divine storms formed at his command. His wounds sealed rapidly, flesh knitting together faster than before, and even the scars Freya had carved into his existence began to fade under the overwhelming reinforcement of planetary authority.

Mark rose slowly into the air, his presence now crushing and absolute. Every movement he made caused space to distort violently, and each breath he took sent shockwaves through the atmosphere.

He raised one hand and the land below ruptured, entire continents fracturing as colossal spears of divine energy erupted from the ground and launched toward Max and Lucien. With the other hand, he clenched his fist and the sky itself began to collapse inward, forming a massive vortex that threatened to drag the world into annihilation.

Max immediately reacted, releasing the full strength of his fifth level space concept to stabilize reality around them. Invisible barriers formed, sealing fractures in space as he deflected the incoming divine spears, each collision producing explosions powerful enough to erase mountain ranges if left unchecked.

Lucien stepped forward as well, his eyes glowing as he unleashed his own authority, countering the collapsing sky with a surge of stabilizing law that barely held against Mark’s godlike might.

Mark laughed again, his voice echoing with unrestrained madness as he spread his arms wide. "Do you feel it?" he shouted. "The fear of a god who has nothing left to lose. As long as this world exists, I will never fall!"