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title: "Chapter 1265: A Corrupted World"
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novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
number: 1272
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createdAt: "2026-04-15"
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The response was immediate. The seven leaders raised their hands, signaling their squads to board the shuttles. Engines hummed and roared as the young geniuses climbed aboard one after another. The metal hulls vibrated with contained power, ready to leap into the unknown.

Victor’s shuttle rose first, slicing into the sky with sharp precision. Arthur’s followed more quietly, gliding through the air like a shadow. Seraphina’s ascended in a burst of bright light, while Chris’s rose under a ripple of heat. Christine’s disappeared into the air as if swallowed by illusions, Daniel’s shimmered with reflected water, and Michael’s drifted upward in silent darkness.

Max stepped onto his own void shuttle, closed the hatch, and with one final look at Alice and Lenavira, he vowed to protect, guided the craft toward the vast tear in space.

The void swallowed him.

One by one, every void shuttle followed until the last spark of light vanished into the rift. Then, as if sensing there was nothing more to take, the spatial tear closed behind them, leaving the wasteland eerily silent.

Only then did Lucien exhale a long breath he did not realize he had been holding.

"Your brother is becoming stronger at a frightening pace," he said quietly, his gaze fixed on the empty sky where the rift had been. "Every time I see him, it feels like his current strength surpasses the version of himself I met just days before."

Freya folded her arms gently, though her eyes held a soft gleam of pride. "I told you before," she replied. "My little brother’s talent and potential exceed yours, and exceed almost everyone’s. In the Divine Realm, only a few individuals could hope to match him in raw potential."

Lucien did not take offense. Instead, he let out a faint chuckle, shaking his head. "I believe it now more than ever."

Freya looked toward the sky once more. A subtle expression flickered across her face—half worry, half faith.

"Go on, Max," she whispered under her breath. "Show them what a Voidwalker can become."

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The world of Nullaria was strange in a way that felt fundamentally wrong, as if creation itself had been forced into a shape it was never meant to take. There was no sun, no moon, no stars, and no trace of celestial light anywhere above.

Instead, long rivers of dark red clouds drifted across the heavens in silent, unsettling waves. They did not glow. They did not move with any natural rhythm. They simply writhed slowly, like living scars spread across a wounded sky.

The air held the faint metallic scent of dried blood, and an oppressive heaviness settled over everything as though the world itself wished to drown whoever stepped upon it.

The land below was no less disturbing. The surface of Nullaria looked rotten, discolored, and sickly. Shades of green smeared across the ground, but not the vibrant green of life or vegetation. It was a foul, murky shade that resembled the mold found on corpses long left to decay.

The soil was cracked and brittle, breaking apart like scabs under the slightest pressure. No grass grew here. No flowers. No shrubs. Only a vast expanse of barren rot that stretched endlessly in all directions.

Where trees might have once stood in some ancient age, only monstrous things remained. They resembled trees only in shape, their trunks enormous and twisted, as if they had grown while screaming.

Their bark bulged in uneven lumps, sometimes swelling into grotesque shapes resembling faces or clawed hands pressed beneath the surface. Their branches hung low, curving downward like hooked claws waiting to snatch prey.

Some branches dripped thick greenish-black sap that hissed faintly as it hit the ground, eating through the decayed soil like acid. These trees did not sway with the wind because there was no wind here at all. They simply remained still, watching like sentinels of a tortured world.

The silence of Nullaria was almost unbearable. No birds, no insects, no rustling leaves. Only the slow dragging sound of the living clouds above.

Then, without warning, the silence shattered.

A thin line appeared in the air above the rotting ground. It shimmered faintly, almost invisible at first, like a hairline fracture cutting through the fabric of the world. The line widened. It stretched. It tore open with a silent force that bent space itself.

The tear swelled rapidly until it became a massive spatial rift, its edges crackling with distorted energy that clashed against Nullaria’s sickly aura.

From within the rift, the first void shuttle emerged.

Its metallic hull scraped past the swirling edges of the tear, entering Nullaria’s sky like a sharp blade slicing into corrupt flesh. Moments later another shuttle followed, then another, until all seven squad shuttles floated above the rotten landscape. Their engines hummed strongly, but even that powerful sound felt strangely muted in this world.

Finally, Max’s void shuttle descended through the tear. The moment its hull crossed into Nullaria, Max’s senses sharpened. He felt the world push against him like a faint resistance, as though it recognized him as an outsider and wished to reject his presence. But the pressure vanished quickly, unable to contend with the authority granted by his mastery of Spatial Dominion.

The rift behind them shrank slightly but remained open, maintained by Max’s control of space.

Hovering above the land, Max stepped out of his shuttle and stood at its edge. His eyes swept across the foreign landscape, taking in the dark clouds, the rotting ground, the monstrous trees, and the stillness that seemed far too deep for any natural world.

"So this is Nullaria," Max muttered quietly, his voice low enough that only he and the squad leaders next to him could hear. "A world consumed by corruption."

Behind him, the young geniuses exited their shuttles with guarded expressions. Even the most arrogant among them fell silent, their pride shrinking before the suffocating atmosphere of this dead land.

Victor exhaled sharply. "This place... feels terrible."

Seraphina clasped her hands together, forcing calm into her voice. "This darkness doesn’t feel natural. It feels like the world itself has been cursed."

Arthur surveyed the monstrous trees and nodded grimly. "Stay alert. Anything here could be alive."

They were all right.

This was not simply another world.

It was a diseased one.

And now, Max and the geniuses of the Middle Domain had stepped into its depths.