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title: "Chapter 1154: The Final Guardian"
slug: "ch-1160"
novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
number: 1160
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createdAt: "2026-04-15"
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Max frowned. "Their regeneration speed has increased tenfold."

The guardians raised their hands in perfect synchronization. Space itself began to twist. The entire lake inverted, the surface flipping like a turning page. Max’s body was dragged downward as gravity reversed, and the sky became the ground.

"Spatial inversion..." he muttered. "So they can manipulate laws now."

He thrust his sword forward. Spatial Collapse burst from his blade, collapsing the distorted layer of space and shattering the reversed reflection. The lake righted itself, but in the same moment, fifty guardians materialized around him at once.

Their mirrored arms turned into blades, slashing from every direction. Max spun his sword in a circle, releasing a storm of lightning-infused arcs.

"Heaven Piercing Thunderclap Sword — Sixth Form!"

Dozens of lightning streaks exploded outward like a crimson tempest, cutting through twenty of the guardians instantly. The air trembled as explosions rippled through the lake, but the remaining guardians fused their reflections together, forming towering figures that loomed like giants of light.

From the mist came the deafening sound of a hundred voices speaking in unison—though none had mouths.

"Reflect."

The lake’s entire surface turned into a mirror. Every attack Max had unleashed—lightning, fire, sword energy—reflected back at him.

A thousand blades of mirrored light rained down on him like divine judgment.

Max’s figure blurred again. Red lightning burned through the rain of energy as his voice rang out.

"Crimson Burial Sword Art — Third Form: Hellfire Judgment!"

A wall of black-and-red fire erupted from his body, devouring the reflected attacks like a roaring inferno. The flames twisted, forming countless dragon-like shapes that lunged outward, biting into the mirrored guardians and reducing dozens of them to molten shards.

But even that wasn’t enough. The ground beneath him split open as more reflections climbed from the lake—perfect duplicates of himself, wielding his own sword techniques.

The real Max sneered. "So you want to copy me?"

Lightning surged again, brighter than ever before. His sword hummed as he poured infernal energy, spatial energy, and just a bit of divine energy of his First Divine Vein—Vein of Origin into it.

The ground cracked beneath his feet. The air bent around his body, unable to contain the pressure of the power surging through him. The once-calm lake began to shake violently, the water rising in massive waves that turned upside down midair as space itself distorted around him.

"Let’s end this."

He raised his hand. Space collapsed inward, condensing into a single point above his palm—a miniature black sun radiating destruction.

He swung his sword downward. The black sun expanded instantly, swallowing everything in its path. Space folded, light vanished, and the mirrored guardians screamed in silence as they were crushed and erased simultaneously. Their reflective bodies shattered, not into glass, but into dust finer than air.

The wave of collapsing space spread across the lake. The mirrored surface fractured and began to crumble as if reality itself were being erased. Lightning tore through the falling fragments of light, red and blue streaks crossing in chaotic brilliance.

When it was finally over, the world went still again.

The lake was gone—its surface replaced by a vast crater surrounded by shattered fragments of reflective glass floating midair. The mist had dispersed completely, revealing the clear sky of the secret domain above.

Max stood at the center of the devastation, breathing lightly, his sword still glowing faintly with crimson light. The aura of his First Divine Vein pulsed through his body, the untamed, godlike power humming beneath his skin.

All around him, there was nothing left of the hundred guardians. Only a faint silver glow shimmered at the edges of the crater—the remnants of their mirrored essence slowly drifting upward like falling snow.

Max lowered his sword, his voice calm but sharp. "Hundred down."

The power of the Vein of Origin slowly retracted into his body, his red eyes glowing faintly as he looked toward the heart of the crater.

From the center of the broken lake, where the guardians had fallen, a soft light began to bloom. A flower of pure serenity, blue and radiant, rose slowly from the air—its petals translucent, glowing with ripples of calm energy.

The Lotus of Clear Serenity had finally appeared.

Max’s expression softened faintly. "So that’s what you were protecting..."

He walked forward through the drifting silver dust, the air shimmering faintly around his steps. The battle had been long and brutal, but the result was absolute. The guardians were gone.

And now, the prize of the Mirror Lake of Souls belonged to him alone.𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

"The test isn’t over yet." Just when Max was about to pick up the lotus, an eerily familiar voice sounded behind Max. Turning around Max saw another him stood some distance away from in the lake. He looked exactly like him down to the finest details. If the previous copies were just reflections used by the guardians then this was the real deal.

For a long moment, neither of them spoke. Only the faint whisper of the wind and the soft hum of spatial energy filled the air.

Max’s gaze sharpened. "So this is the final test," he muttered. "Not another illusion. Not a reflection. But a copy with my strength... my abilities... and my will."

The other Max smiled faintly. "Not just your strength. I am everything you are, and everything you deny. Your instincts. Your rage. Your ambition. I am the truth that you hide behind that calm face."

The real Max studied him silently. The aura coming from this duplicate was eerily stable. It wasn’t the crude mimicry of the mirrored guardians—this one possessed true intelligence. The same divine energy from the Vein of Origin pulsed faintly beneath its skin. Even the rhythm of its breathing was synchronized with his own.

The faint silver waves of the lake shimmered between them, reflecting two identical figures standing on opposite sides.

"So, you’re my final opponent." Max’s expression turned cold. "How fitting."

The clone tilted his head slightly, smiling again in the same calm way Max often did before a fight. "Not opponent," it said softly. "Mirror."

The air shifted instantly. Space rippled outward from the clone’s position, forming a sphere of distorted energy that began pulling the surrounding fragments of mirror into it. The floating shards fused together, creating a crystalline battlefield in midair—an enclosed space where light and reflections danced endlessly.

Max felt the familiar hum of spatial distortion brushing against his skin. He raised his hand slightly and summoned his own domain. Blue and red lightning spread outward in waves, countering the pull of the clone’s domain.

Two identical auras clashed, rippling across the lake.

"So, it copies my understanding of space too." Max’s red eyes narrowed. "Then this will be fun."

The clone raised its sword, the same sword Max wielded. The blade gleamed with red lightning as a faint storm brewed in the air above. "You can’t defeat me," it said. "You can’t destroy what you are."