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title: "Chapter 1235: Peace"
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novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
number: 1242
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createdAt: "2026-04-15"
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Max had imagined this moment countless times—standing before his sister, demanding answers, releasing all the frustrations he had buried deep within his heart. He wanted to ask why she left, why she never came to see him, why she allowed him to search and struggle alone for so long.

He wanted to confront her about the loneliness, the heaviness, and the silent resentment that had grown quietly in the corners of his heart.

But now that she stood before him, now that her warmth surrounded him again, he realized he could not bring himself to say any of those things.

Was it cowardice?

No.

It was something else entirely.

He could not hate her. No matter how much fear or anger or sadness lived inside him, he could not direct any of it toward her. Freya was his only family left in this world. She was the one thread of his past that still remained—fragile, distant, and yet irreplaceable. Even if resentment had taken root, it could never overpower the bond he cherished deep within his heart.

In the end, all that mattered to him was family.

Everything he had done—from the moment he awakened his powers, from every battle he fought, every hardship he endured—had been driven by one desire. He wanted to reunite with his family. He wanted to find Freya, to know she was alive, to stand beside her again.

And now that she was here, standing before him, embracing him, comforting him... all the anger he had imagined evaporated. What remained was relief so deep it felt like the weight of years had been pulled from his shoulders.

Now that Freya was found, only one goal remained.

He needed to find their parents in the Divine Realm. He needed to bring their family together again. He wanted to stand beside them, speak to them, and finally complete the reunion he had dreamed of for so long.

But as the thought crossed his mind, a quiet realization settled in his chest.

Finding them would not be easy.

The Divine Realm was vast, unpredictable, and far more dangerous than the mortal worlds. Their parents were not ordinary people. They were powerful, influential, and deeply connected to mysteries Max had not yet touched. Their whereabouts were unknown, hidden behind layers of secrets and forces beyond his current understanding.

The path to reaching them would be treacherous.

Yet as Max leaned slightly into Freya’s comforting embrace, as her warmth steadied his trembling heart, he felt a renewed determination rising within him.

He had found his sister.

He would find his parents.

No matter how difficult it became, no matter what stood in his way, he would complete the reunion he had been chasing for years.

Because family was the only thing he had ever truly fought for.

Or so he thought.

Even as Freya held him close, Max felt something else stirring inside him—something darker and far more unsettling. He realized that in truth, he had been drifting for a long time. He had fought battles, saved people, toppled enemies, and shouldered burdens, but there was no true direction behind those actions. He had been surviving, reacting, moving forward simply because he had no choice.

The harsh truth was simple.

He was lost.

His will had been fading for a long time, little by little. The weight of the demons, the nulls, the sealed crownbearer, and now the devouring cloud had slowly drained him from within. The world he protected was drowning in chaos, and he no longer knew why he should protect it.

Even if Acaris were to be swallowed whole by Mimi, he knew he would not feel much pain as long as he managed to protect Alice, Lenavira, and a few others he still held close in his heart. Beyond them, everything had begun to feel distant.

He no longer knew what he was fighting for.

That absence of purpose was a heavier burden than any wound or battle he had faced. It made every victory feel hollow, every decision feel empty. He had been walking without a destination, fighting without a reason—held together only by habit, obligation, and the faint memory of the family he once had.

But now, standing in this sealed room, feeling his sister’s hand on his head, he felt something he thought had died long ago.

Hope.

Freya’s presence reignited something in him—a flickering flame that had been inches from being smothered by darkness. The possibility of finding their parents, the idea of restoring the family he had lost, the thought that he was not alone anymore... all of it breathed life back into the part of him that had grown numb.

It was a warm, fragile hope, but it was real.

And it brought Max a relief deeper than anything he had expected. His chest loosened. His breathing steadied. His heart felt lighter, as if the world’s crushing weight had lifted even if only by a little.

For the first time in a long while, Max felt that he had something worth fighting toward—something worth surviving for.

And that small spark was enough to break through the fog of uncertainty that had surrounded him.

Slowly, a quiet sense of peace began to settle over Max—something he had not felt in what felt like ages. It was gentle at first, like a faint warmth spreading through his chest, loosening every knot of tension that had lived there for so long. The constant pressure that had weighed on him since the day he awakened his powers began to ease.

His breathing grew steadier. His shoulders relaxed. The storm inside his heart, which had been raging endlessly without mercy, finally began to calm.

It was the simple presence of family.

Having Freya close, hearing her voice, feeling her hand on his head—all of it soothed the wounds he had carried alone for years. The fear, the exhaustion, the isolation, the crushing responsibilities... they faded one by one, washed away by the comfort of knowing he was no longer alone.

Max’s eyelids grew heavy. The strength in his legs softened. The warmth surrounding him deepened, wrapping him gently like a protective cocoon. For the first time since his journey began, his mind did not buzz with worry or strategy. It did not race through solutions or dangers. Everything simply... quieted.

He did not fight it.

He let the peace carry him.

His body leaned slightly toward Freya, and his eyes fluttered as the world around him blurred. The room’s runes glowed softly in the background, but all he felt was the steady, calming presence of his sister.

Without realizing it, Max drifted into sleep—peaceful, calm, and unguarded.

It was the first true rest he had allowed himself since the day everything began.