Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100

Battlefield of the White Town Region. As far as the eye could see, an endless expanse of dark red earth stretched beneath a sky heavy with swirling crimson clouds, the air vibrating with a low, ominous hum that seemed to pulse in time with the distant clashes of weapons and shouts of warriors.

The ground itself bore deep scars—rivers of hardened, rust-colored fissures running like veins across the barren landscape, testimony to countless battles fought and lives extinguished over untold years.

It was said that so much blood had been spilled upon this soil that it had permanently dyed the earth this ghastly shade of red, and though this was merely the outermost edge of the battlefield, the weight of slaughter and carnage pressed upon the senses like a suffocating shroud.

Into this grim tableau arrived Max and his team, stepping cautiously toward the boundary between safety and chaos, the pungent scent of blood and scorched metal filling their nostrils with every breath.

Even though most of the young geniuses around them were no strangers to bloodshed, having fought and survived numerous skirmishes and trials to earn their rank, the sheer thickness of the killing intent that hung in the air here was almost tangible—a suffocating, metallic tang that scraped against the nerves and sent cold chills crawling up the spine.

All around them, hundreds of experts moved across the cracked, red terrain, clad in an eclectic mix of robes, armors, and shimmering battle gear, each figure radiating potent auras that rippled the air like heat waves.

Some warriors were gathering in small clusters, murmuring strategies in hushed, tense voices, while others checked weapons or channeled their vital essence into their bodies, preparing for the imminent carnage ahead.

Step by measured step, Max and his companions advanced until they reached the very edge of the battlefield, where a colossal gate loomed, rising out of the earth like an ancient fortress wall.

The massive doors were forged of dark, obsidian-black metal, etched with intricate runes that pulsed faintly with azure light, and framed by a thick, imposing border that seemed to seal off whatever lay beyond.

Enormous chains hung down its sides, coiling around massive iron stakes embedded in the ground as though even the gate itself needed to be restrained, lest it open prematurely and unleash what was hidden within.