Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100

Max stared at the details. The rank wasn’t displayed—meaning his current strength wasn’t enough to unlock its true potential. He suspected that once he reached the Divine Realm, the mirror’s secrets would reveal themselves in full.

The description, while mostly in line with what Lady Virelia had explained earlier, introduced new and mysterious terminology. ’Cosmic Path...’ The words echoed in his mind, unfamiliar and enigmatic. What exactly was a Cosmic Path? He had no idea—but something told him it was far beyond anything he had encountered so far.

Before he could think further, Lord Harthorne stepped forward with a broad smile. "Now then, onto the next matter," he said cheerfully, gesturing ahead. "The rewards. There’s quite a bounty waiting for you, Max. Let’s head to the Treasure Hall."

With that, he turned, leading the way as Max followed, the Counter Mirror secure in his grasp, and Lady Virelia gracefully walking beside them. Whatever lay ahead, Max had more than earned it.

Lord Harthorne led Max through a set of shimmering doors into a place that instantly felt like something pulled from legend.

The Treasure Hall of Obsidian Dragon City—just hearing the name would’ve excited any genius—but standing within it was something else entirely.

The moment Max stepped in, his eyes widened in awe. The vast hall stretched endlessly in both directions, its walls lined with countless transparent cubes that glowed with a faint, ethereal light.

There were hundreds—no, thousands—of them, each containing something unique and radiant. Within some, he saw weapons of all shapes and forms—blades that shimmered with lightning, spears encased in frost, bows humming with golden strings.

In others, scrolls floated midair, ancient and delicate, their surfaces etched with glowing runes that seemed to pulse with sealed knowledge. Further down, techniques shimmered like living flames, frozen in motion, whispering untapped power.

There were even treasures like the Counter Mirror he now carried—artifacts wrapped in mystery, sealed within their protective cubes as if the hall itself respected their danger.

Every cube was secured to the towering walls, neatly arranged in rows that reached all the way up to the glowing ceiling, giving the place a sacred, almost divine atmosphere. It wasn’t just a hall—it felt like a sanctuary of history and power.