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title: "Chapter 471: False Domain of Space"
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novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
number: 471
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createdAt: "2026-04-13"
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"Hmm," Blob’s voice continued thoughtfully. "What you just did—that wasn’t merely the work of a skill. It wasn’t your Space Freeze alone that did this. That level of immobilization, this wide of an area, done in just a moment... should have been impossible for the current you. Your skill simply isn’t strong enough to freeze over a thousand entities in space. But you didn’t use the skill alone. You instinctively overlaid it with a false domain. Your Space Concept influenced reality just enough to bypass the limits of the skill."

Blob paused, then added more quietly, "It seems that monolith you entered... whatever it gave you, it changed something. Deep. That world of space—it must’ve resonated with your talent. It’s attuned to space more than anything else."

Max heard Blob’s words and gave a light, almost imperceptible nod, his expression unreadable beneath the flickering shadows of the black sun above.

Everything made sense now—space had always felt so natural to him, he could instinctively grasp its essence without formal training, and therefore, the world of space during his comprehension trials had resonated with every fiber of his being.

’The space element... it’s what my body is most attuned to. The affinity I have with it is the strongest,’ he thought, clarity settling over his mind like the final piece of a puzzle falling into place.

He had never needed to force understanding when it came to space—he simply felt it, lived it, moved within it like a second skin.

And now, realizing that affinity was not just a minor advantage but the foundation of his path, it no longer surprised him that he had comprehended a false domain seemingly out of nowhere.

It had been waiting for him—just beneath the surface of his soul, slumbering—until his encounter with the monolith had awakened it. The power of space wasn’t something he controlled. It was something that belonged to him.

"Is this... Concept of Space?" Kate suddenly muttered, her voice low with disbelief as her gaze swept over the battlefield below, her eyes locked onto the frozen figures legion of the undead.

The very air felt rigid, suspended unnaturally, as if time itself was holding its breath. Even with all her experience, Kate could feel the overwhelming sensation that space had been shackled in that moment.

King Magnar, standing beside her, frowned deeply. "That should be impossible," he said, shaking his head slowly. "To comprehend a concept—even the basics of one—would take a minimum of five years. And Space? That’s one of the most elusive, most abstruse concepts in the elemental path. It requires not just understanding, but a connection with the very fabric of reality."

Kate didn’t respond right away. Her sharp eyes remained fixed on the undeads below, analyzing every detail, every unnatural stillness. "All those undead... they were frozen in place mid-reanimation. Not by paralysis. Not by external restraint. But by the space around them itself," she finally said. "To freeze so many entities simultaneously would normally require three things—either a very high-level space skill, a true Concept of Space, or a fully formed Domain that overlays one’s will upon the world."

"It’s not any of those," Klaus chimed in from the side, arms crossed tightly across his chest. His voice was calm, but his eyes were narrowed with awe. "It wasn’t a high-level skill. And he’s too young to have truly comprehended the full concept. And we all know forming a true domain requires mastery of a concept. That only leaves one possibility." He paused before speaking the term. "A False Domain."

"True," Kate added, nodding slowly. "He couldn’t possibly have formed a domain with such limited time, and no known skill could perform that feat. A False Domain... that’s the only ability that bends the rules slightly, allowing a person to simulate domain-like effects with their affinity and partial comprehension of a concept."

"She is correct," Elarion said, his usual stern tone softened with admiration. "I can feel it too—a vast, flowing amount of pure space elemental energy still lingering in the air. The distortion, the silent ripple of the world itself... it’s the unmistakable sign of a False Domain—one on the edge of becoming something greater."

King Magnar let out a slow breath and grinned, the corner of his mouth lifting in both pride and disbelief. "He’s too much of a monster in terms of genius," he muttered. "Forget five years... At this rate, I’d say he’ll fully comprehend a Concept within two, maybe three."

And so, the leaders of both continents—war-hardened, aged, and revered—stood in stunned agreement, their hearts shaken by the terrifying truth.

’I wonder when I would awaken my Dimension of Space...’ Max mused quietly to himself, the thought drifting through his mind even as the world around him boiled in anticipation.

His eyes, cold and unflinching, remained fixed on William—whose expression now twisted in silent fury and dread. Max’s voice was calm, but every syllable cut like a blade. "Just so you know, I won’t spare you," he said flatly. "I’ll kill everyone related to Monarch. Every last one of you."

William gritted his teeth, rage and frustration boiling behind his eyes, but he said nothing. No words could stop what was coming.

Because above them—it arrived.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The massive sphere of black flames—the Dark Sun—reached the peak of its descent. Its surface crackled and snarled like a living thing, pulsating with infernal malice, and then it dropped—slow but merciless—onto the legion of undead below. The moment it touched them, the effect was instant.

Annihilation.

Thousands of undead were crushed under the silent pressure of the Dark Sun, their bodies collapsing like sandcastles beneath a tidal wave of heat and force. Bones shattered into white ash. Rotting flesh ignited on contact.

Ghastly screeches filled the sky as twisted monstrosities melted into black puddles.

Even the five colossal summons—the wyvern, the kraken, the basilisk, the colossus, the minotaur—were not spared. They were flattened, engulfed, consumed by the silent fury of Max’s creation. The earth quaked violently, the sky turned a deeper shade of grey, and then—