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title: "Chapter 1325: Final Battle - 12"
slug: "ch-1332"
novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
number: 1332
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createdAt: "2026-04-15"
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Mark raised both hands toward the sky.

Above him, reality began to tear open.

A colossal structure of light and darkness manifested, vast beyond comprehension. It was not a weapon forged of metal or energy but a construct of absolute authority. It looked like a descending celestial sigil, layered with rotating rings of crimson law, each ring carved with symbols that represented dominion, causality, life, death, and annihilation. At its center burned a massive core of dark red brilliance, pulsing like a dying star.

The mere existence of this attack erased the world.

Before it even descended, the land beneath Max began to vanish. Not crumble, not explode, but cease to exist. Mountains dissolved into nothingness without sound. Forests disappeared as if they had never been there.

Seas evaporated into void, leaving behind vast empty scars where reality refused to return. The sky fractured into countless shards of light as the laws holding the world together failed one by one.

Max felt it instantly. ’This is bad.’ He realized against a level of this attack, he was simply powerless. Mark had used his full strength to erase everything from the world of Acaris and since they were in this world, they were being erased as well.

This was not an attack meant to strike him alone. This was an execution of an entire world.

His spatial laws screamed as they struggled to contain the collapse, but even the fifth level concept of space was being erased rather than broken. The Seven Lightnings of Divine Punishment howled and twisted, their forms destabilizing as the world they were meant to judge began to die. Infernal energy and sacred radiance flared around Max in violent resistance, yet even they were being pushed back by the sheer absoluteness of what Mark had created.

Slowly by slowly all his powers were being erased by Mark’s attack.

"This is the authority of the crownbearer," Mark declared as his body began to deteriorate, divine flesh peeling away and reverting to his base form. Blood poured freely from his mouth and eyes, his crown dimming and cracking as it fed the attack everything it had left. "If this world cannot belong to me, then it will not exist at all and with it you all should cease to exist as well."

The colossal sigil descended.

As it moved, the horizon vanished. Space folded inward, crushing itself into nothing. Time fractured, moments collapsing into one another before being erased entirely. The world of Acaris screamed one final time as its remaining regions were consumed in a cascading wave of absolute erasure. There was no explosion. There was no aftermath.

There was only absence.

By the time the attack finally reached Max, Acaris was already dead. The entire world was erased from its existence. No earth, no water, no mountain and certainly no land remained. Everything was gone.

"Is this it?" Max wondered if this was the last thing he thought. The attack came to him and erased him as well.

Mark fell from the sky, his godly transformation completely gone, his body reverting fully to its original form as he crashed into the emptiness left behind. The attack faded with him, its purpose fulfilled, leaving behind a void where an entire world had once existed.

And in that endless nothingness, where existence itself had been wiped clean. Max had died. Freya had died and so was Lucien. They were all erased along with Acaris.

Only the half-dead form of Mark floated in the endless abyss and Mimi, the red cloud calamity.

"So your true weakness is revealed the moment you use that attack in your final form?"

The voice echoed through the empty void, calm and unhurried, cutting through the madness that still lingered in the aftermath of annihilation. From the nothingness, a figure stepped forward. It was Max.

Yet at the same time, it was not. His aura was steadier, his presence strangely detached, and even his clothing differed from what he had worn during the battle. There was no damage on his body, no trace of exhaustion, and no residue of the world that had just been erased.

Mark’s eyes widened in horror.

"How?" he screamed as blood leaked from the corner of his mouth. His body trembled violently, the backlash of his final attack tearing through him from the inside. "How could you still be alive?"

He staggered forward, staring at the figure as if it were an illusion born of despair. He had sacrificed everything. The crown had poured out its last authority. His godly form had collapsed. The Power of Destruction had erased the world of Acaris completely. There should have been nothing left. No land. No sky. No life.

"Impossible!" Mark shouted, his voice cracking as madness crept into it. "That attack was meant to erase everything. It was the final power of the crown. The Power of Destruction. It erased the world itself at the cost of my full strength. Then how are you still standing here?"

The Max before him did not rush to answer. He simply observed Mark with a composed gaze, as if looking at a defeated beast struggling to understand its own end.

"I did not survive," the clone said calmly. "The Max who fought you directly was erased along with the world."

Mark froze.

"What?" His breath hitched.

"Before that moment," the clone continued, his tone unwavering, "the original me released this body from the Dimension of Time. That was the only path left. A contingency prepared long before this battle reached its end."

Mark’s pupils trembled as understanding began to dawn, though he desperately tried to reject it.

"This body," the clone said, tapping his chest lightly, "exists outside the normal flow of time. It is not anchored to the present, the past, or the future of that world. It is not bound by causality as you understand it."

Mark shook his head violently. "No. That makes no sense. Everything exists within time. Even gods. Even the world itself."

"That is true," the clone replied. "For things that belong to a timeline."

He stepped forward, his presence sending subtle ripples through the void, not of power, but of something deeper.

"But I am not bound to a single timeline. I exist beyond time itself. Your attack erased existence within time. It erased worlds, space, and causality tied to that flow. But something that does not belong to that flow cannot be erased by it."

Mark staggered backward as if struck.

"That is impossible," he muttered hoarsely. "No being can exist beyond time."

The clone’s eyes narrowed slightly, not in anger, but in quiet certainty.

"Then you have simply not seen enough," he said. "Your crown granted you dominion over a world. It granted you the power to destroy existence tied to it. But it never granted you authority over time itself."

Mark’s breathing grew ragged as despair finally overtook fury. He understood now. The attack that should have ended everything had exposed his final flaw. In using it, he had stripped himself of all power, reverted to his base form, and left himself standing before something his godhood could never touch.

The void remained silent.

And in that silence, Mark finally realized that his defeat had been decided the moment he chose to erase the world rather than transcend it.

"But this is not the ending I want. My ending is different from this," the clone said calmly.

As those words fell into the void, something unprecedented happened.

Time responded.

An invisible yet absolute force spread outward from the clone as he invoked the fifth level concept of time for the very first time. There was no explosion and no flash of light. Instead, the void itself shuddered, as if reality had suddenly realized it was being contradicted. The nothingness left behind by annihilation began to ripple, then fracture, then reverse.

The erased world of Acaris began to return.

At first it was only faint outlines, ghostlike impressions of mountains and skies appearing where nothing had existed. Then substance followed form. Space rewove itself strand by strand. Oceans surged backward into place, water flowing upward into empty basins.

Continents reassembled as shattered landmasses lifted and fused together. The sky reclaimed its color as torn fragments of atmosphere stitched themselves back into wholeness.

Existence itself was being undone and rewritten.

Mark felt it instantly.

His body, which had been drifting helplessly in the void, jerked violently as time seized him. Blood that had spilled from his mouth was dragged back into his body. His wounds closed in reverse.

His posture straightened unnaturally as his form was pulled backward through moments he had already lived. He floated upward as if gravity itself had reversed, his expression frozen in confusion and dawning terror as causality flowed the wrong way.

This was not healing.

This was regression.

For the clone, the price was immediate.

Blood began to stream from his eyes, thin lines carving their way down his face. It spilled from his nose and mouth as well, staining the void with crimson that could not rewind fast enough to save him. His body trembled as the strain intensified.

Rewinding time on this scale was not something even a being with a fifth level concept of time should have been able to attempt, let alone complete.

But the clone had prepared for this moment.

From the instant his existence had begun, he had remained in deep meditation within the Dimension of Time, gathering time essence endlessly. In a place where time had no limit and no end, he had accumulated an almost inexhaustible reserve. That reservoir was now being emptied all at once, burned away to force the impossible into reality.

The rewind continued.

The world stabilized.

Time finally rolled back to the exact moment the catastrophic attack had reached the world itself, stopping just before it could touch Max, Freya, or Lucien. The air hung unnaturally still, as if the universe itself was holding its breath. For a single fraction of a second, everything paused.

Only the clone could move.

He stepped forward through frozen reality and appeared before the original Max, who stood locked in that suspended moment. Placing a hand on Max’s chest, the clone poured the last of his remaining time essence into him, shattering the temporal lock that held him in place.

"Huh?" Max muttered as awareness returned in an instant.

Before he could ask anything, the clone placed two fingers against Max’s forehead.

In that touch, Max saw everything.

He saw the erased world. He saw Freya and Lucien vanish without even a scream. He saw the red cloud devour what little remained. He saw Mark standing alone in nothingness, victorious and empty. He saw the end that awaited if nothing changed.