Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100

This rule alone ensured that no experts dared to grow complacent, not even at the peak.

Because of this strange and terrifying truth, many experts in the Middle Domain firmly believed that the true lifespan limit of the Divine Rank wasn’t just ten thousand years.

They argued that the ten-thousand-year cap wasn’t a natural boundary of the Divine Rank itself, but rather a restriction imposed by the world they lived in. Their belief was simple yet profound—the world they inhabited simply couldn’t bear the presence of beings who had lived beyond that limit.

It wasn’t that Divine Rank experts couldn’t live longer, but that the world rejected them once they crossed that threshold. The evidence, in their eyes, was clear. Experts in the Expert, Master, Champion, Legend, and even Mythic Ranks all shared one truth: if they reached the end of their natural lifespans, they would simply die of old age. Their life force would gradually wither away, and they would pass peacefully—or painfully—but naturally.

But for Divine Rank experts, things were vastly different. When they reached the ten-thousand-year mark, they didn’t weaken with age. Their bodies didn’t break down. Instead, the heavens themselves turned against them.

Every year after crossing that limit, they would face the terrifying Seven Lightnings of Divine Punishment—a heavenly tribulation that wasn’t just symbolic, but a deadly execution.

And it didn’t strike once and disappear. It came back every single year, stronger each time, until the expert was obliterated or managed to ascend to a higher realm.

This stark contrast made it clear to many scholars, force leaders, and ancient beings that the Divine Rank’s limit was not defined by the expert’s body, but by the world’s tolerance. If the world had no such limit, if it could bear more power, then perhaps a Divine Rank expert could live far longer—maybe even forever.

It was a theory that echoed across generations, whispered in the halls of ancient forces, and pondered upon by those who aimed to defy fate itself.

Now, knowing all this, it became clear why Grinders Haven was so brutal. Champion Rank experts, with lifespans stretching across millennia, often spent hundreds or even thousands of years battling inside the Battle Realm.

Some of them had fought more battles than a young genius like Max had eaten meals. They refined their techniques over centuries, perfecting every move, every strike, every counter. And unlike young prodigies who relied on talent and rapid growth, these veterans were built on pure experience, discipline, and endless combat refinement.

It was these monsters of war—some possibly over three thousand years old—that Max now risked facing in Grinders Haven. A youth not yet fifty, entering a battlefield where every opponent might carry a thousand lifetimes of battle scars.