Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100

"Max, you’re here," she greeted warmly, her voice carrying an undercurrent of confidence. "Come, let me introduce you to some of the best geniuses under my faction."

Without waiting, she gestured to the five others sitting around her.

"These are my people—my core team."

One by one, she introduced them. Each had a quiet intensity in their eyes, like seasoned warriors trained through countless battles. There was Arlen, a lean and sharp-eyed youth with silver gauntlets clasped around both hands.

Beside him was Sana, a dark-haired young woman with crimson irises that flickered slightly with demonic energy—clearly from a bloodline. Next to her sat Varek, tall and muscular, with an enormous axe resting beside his seat.

Then came Lena, elegant and composed, her aura laced with spatial ripples. Lastly was Kael, a brooding swordsman with a faint storm-like pressure radiating from him.

Max noted their auras instantly—each one was overwhelming. Their strengths weren’t exaggerated. All of them stood at either the 4th or 5th level of Champion Rank

Powerhouses. And from the way they looked at him, it was clear they were sizing him up—and not particularly impressed.

"Everyone, this is the one I was talking about," Lyra added, smiling casually, her words carrying deliberate weight. "And again, I remind you—don’t judge him by his base strength."