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title: "Chapter 620: A Hall of Inheritances"
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novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
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createdAt: "2026-04-15"
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King Magnar, Kate, Ralph, and all the leaders of Valora Continent stood frozen in utter disbelief, their eyes locked on the space where Drevon had just been reduced to ashes.

For years—no, for decades—they had feared that man. He was the storm cloud that loomed over their future, the shadow that lingered even during moments of peace.

And now, right before their eyes, that very nightmare had been ended. Not by an army. Not by a great alliance. But by a single young man. By Max. Swiftly. Effortlessly. Brutally. They could hardly believe what they had witnessed. The figure they had dreaded for so long, who had ruled the central region with blood and terror, had been wiped out like a fly crushed under a boot.

The elves from the Lost Continent, too, stood in stunned silence. Elarion and the others who had seen firsthand what kind of disaster Drevon could bring felt an indescribable wave of shock. The battles they had fought, the blood they had lost, the endless strategies they’d devised to try and handle him—all of it had never amounted to anything.

They had never been able to truly touch him. But Max... he had not only touched him—he had completely destroyed him. A threat to the entire Lower Domain, gone, in mere moments.

Max didn’t seem to care about their reactions. He was calm, composed, as if he’d only done what needed to be done. After taking a brief moment to inspect the contents of Drevon’s spatial ring, he casually put it away, then raised his head and turned toward King Magnar.

His eyes were steady, his voice powerful and resolute. "After we’re done with the citadel," he said, "I will help you all completely erase the existence of Monarch from the central region. It’s time they paid for their crimes."

Every word struck like thunder. There was no arrogance in his tone—only resolve. A decision made. A promise of destruction.

Max didn’t want to leave behind anything unfinished in the Lower Domain. This was where he had risen, where he had bled, where he had fought, where he had grown up. And now that he was preparing to step into the greater world, he refused to let another Drevon fester in the shadows, rising from the rot of a broken Monarch.

He would crush them to the root. He would make sure that no remnant remained.

King Magnar and the others nodded solemnly, but none of them said a word. The silence that followed was heavy with the weight of what had just transpired.

Max’s promise to annihilate the remnants of Monarch had left a deep impression on everyone present. They could only quietly agree, feeling the magnitude of the changes unfolding right before their eyes.

Just then, four more figures arrived at the entrance to the fourth stage—Aria, Elias, and the two commanders from the Xuan Family. Their expressions were complex, especially Elias, whose face still showed traces of lingering bitterness.

Aria, meanwhile, kept her gaze cool and cautious, saying nothing as she stood beside her companions. Their arrival marked the end of the wait, and at last, the entrance to the fourth stage creaked open before them.

"Let’s go," Max said, his tone calm but firm as he stepped forward. Without hesitation, the others followed behind him.

***

The fourth stage, to everyone’s surprise, was surprisingly simple in structure. As they stepped through the portal, they found themselves inside a vast rectangular hall made entirely of stone, lit with a soft ambient glow.

The air was calm and silent, yet everyone could sense that this room was not as peaceful as it appeared. At the very front of the hall stood another massive door, clearly the path to the final stage of the citadel.

But before anyone could even take a step further, something unexpected happened.

Hundreds of small glowing orbs suddenly materialized in the air around them. Each one shimmered in a unique color—red, gold, blue, violet, green, white—forming a mesmerizing display of light. They floated freely, swirling across the hall like curious spirits.

The atmosphere immediately shifted, and all eyes turned to the orbs as their gentle glow bathed the crowd.

Max glanced at the lights and raised his voice so everyone could hear. "Each of these glowing orbs contains an inheritance—techniques, laws, or special arts. But you cannot chase them. You must wait for the one that resonates with you. Only those that recognize you will approach."

Everyone nodded, still captivated by the sight. Without delay, people began to spread out and try their luck.

A group of elves approached the lights curiously, their hands reaching out to catch them.

But as soon as they did, the glowing orbs darted away like startled birds. They tried again—faster this time—but the result was the same. Every orb they reached for quickly flew out of range, shimmering mockingly as it spun away.

"What is this?" one of the elves muttered in frustration. "They’re running from us."

"Yeah, I tried to grab three already. They just zip away like they’re alive."

"They’re too fast... I can’t even touch one!"

A murmur spread through the crowd as more people realized the same thing. No matter how fast or how strong they were, the glowing lights would not allow themselves to be taken.

Then, a soft gasp came from one of the elven girls. She stood perfectly still, eyes wide as one of the lights floated gently toward her. Unlike the others, it didn’t run—it hovered around her patiently, as if studying her.

"It’s not running this time..." she whispered.

Tentatively, she stretched out her hand.

The orb slowly descended and landed softly in her palm.

Everyone watched in stunned silence.

Max gave a faint nod. "That’s how it works. These inheritances aren’t things you choose. They choose you. So don’t try to force it. Just wait. The one meant for you will come on its own."

A new understanding spread through the hall. The excitement didn’t dim—it only grew more intense. One by one, the participants stilled themselves, eyes locked on the colorful lights as they waited for fate to come to them.

Aria’s eyes narrowed slightly, a flicker of curiosity flashing within them as she glanced toward Max. How did he know such precise details about the fourth stage? The glowing lights, the nature of the inheritances—they were all things no one had explained, and yet Max had spoken with certainty.

But she didn’t ask. Aria had learned long ago that some things were better left unquestioned, especially when it came to people like Max. People who were too mysterious, too powerful, and too dangerous when cornered.

As more time passed, the spacious hall filled with a quiet tension. Everyone had begun to settle into the rhythm of the stage, eyes fixed on the orbs of light, hearts focused on seeking the one that resonated with them. It wasn’t about chasing anymore. It was about being chosen.

Aria, Elias, and the two commanders from the Xuan Family were no exception. They each stood in separate corners, watching the lights float around them, some hovering curiously, some still darting away. Their breathing slowed, their minds focused. The entire hall had fallen into a solemn silence, broken only by the occasional breath or soft footstep.