Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 - Chapter 1024

Chapter 1024: Lucien’s Explaination

Lucien, in contrast, was unmoved. His calm face softened only slightly as he let out a long sigh, his red hair falling gently around his face.

“I wanted to save them,” he said quietly. “You think I didn’t? But my hands…” His voice grew faint, heavy, tinged with something that almost sounded like regret. “…my hands were tied. They are still tied. Even now.”

Max’s chest heaved violently, his crimson aura raging like a sea of fire that could not be contained. Lucien’s calm words only fanned the flames of his fury. His teeth ground together, his voice trembling as he roared,

“You are like a god to the people of this world! The strongest human in existence—and yet you do nothing! You sit here, idly, while countless lives are slaughtered! With your power, you could end this war. You could kill all the demons, wipe out the nulls, and bring peace to this world. So tell me—what’s stopping you?!”

His scarlet wings spread wide behind him, the infernal energy rolling off his body so fiercely that the walls of the chamber trembled. His crimson eyes burned brighter, glowing like molten suns, filled with accusation and rage.

But Lucien… remained seated. His face was calm, his posture unshaken. He simply studied Max’s furious form—the red hair, the glowing infernal eyes, the storming aura. And then, in a tone soft yet piercing, he asked,

“If I told you that using my power could destroy this world… would you believe me?”

The words cut through the air like cold steel, halting Max’s roar in his throat. His breath caught, his eyes narrowing in disbelief. “What?” he spat, incredulous. “What kind of nonsense are you talking about?”

Lucien’s gaze did not waver. Slowly, deliberately, he leaned back in his chair and spoke, his tone low and deliberate, each word carrying weight.

“Any being who reaches the very peak of the Divine Rank—at the tenth life and death cycle—has the right to ascend. To leave this mortal world through the Ascension Tunnel, and step into the Divine Realm. That is the natural law.” He paused, letting the words sink in. “But the Ascension Tunnel of this world… is broken.”

Max’s eyes widened slightly, but the storm in his chest refused to die. “Broken…?” he repeated under his breath.

Lucien nodded faintly. “Yes. In that situation, if a being of my strength were to unleash their true power, the space itself would not be able to contain it. My strength would tear it apart, opening a rupture in the fabric of reality—like a black hole. If that happens, I would be swallowed immediately.” His gaze sharpened. “And if the rupture grew… it could take this entire world with it.”

Max froze. His face twisted with disbelief, with anger, with frustration. His voice cracked as he shouted back, “What? How could that happen?! Are you telling me you sit here and do nothing because you’re afraid your power will destroy the world? Do you think anyone would believe such an excuse?!”

Lucien’s expression did not change, though his eyes darkened slightly, carrying a trace of heaviness rarely seen. “It was because of the demons,” he said firmly. “When they broke through the spatial domain of this world ten thousand years ago, they did not come quietly. They forced their way in. By doing so, they shattered the protective shell that kept us hidden from alien threats. And in the process, they also destroyed the Ascension Tunnel.”

His voice echoed through the chamber, calm but heavy. “That is why. The laws of this world are fractured. If I were to wield my full strength… this world might collapse in on itself.”

Max stood still, his fists trembling, his crimson aura surging around him like wild flames. His brows furrowed deeply, his expression a storm of rage and confusion. He didn’t know if he could believe Lucien’s words. They sounded like excuses. They sounded like madness. And yet…

And yet, something about Lucien’s calmness, his unwavering tone, made it hard to dismiss them outright.

Max’s chest rose and fell rapidly, his crimson hair shifting with the violent aura around him. His mind was chaos—caught between doubt, fury, and the faint seed of fear Lucien’s explanation had planted.

“Still…” Max’s voice cut through the quiet chamber, sharp and cold. His crimson eyes locked onto Lucien as his words spilled out like knives. “I have seen you use your power before. When you created a spatial hole in the Tower of Truth to bring me there. When you brought me before the Witch of the North. You used your strength then without hesitation. Don’t tell me it’s impossible—you’ve already done it.”

Lucien’s smile flickered faintly, but he didn’t interrupt.

Max stepped forward, his aura burning hotter, red flames coiling around his body like serpents. “And what about Mark?” His voice grew harsher. “He used his god-like powers as if they were nothing. He didn’t hesitate to tear open space, to bend the laws of the world to his will. What about him? Don’t tell me the laws only bind you, but not him.”

His fists trembled at his sides, his voice lowering to a growl. “And don’t think for a second that I don’t know the truth—you don’t need the strength of a tenth cycle Divine Ranker to kill the demons in Valora. You don’t need to unleash your full power to save those people. You chose not to. And all these words, all these explanations… are nothing but excuses.”

The infernal flames flared violently around him, his scarlet wings spreading to their full length. His rage was barely contained, threatening to burst.

Lucien, however, remained calm. He leaned back slightly, his red hair falling lazily over his shoulders. He shrugged, his expression faintly amused though there was a sharpness in his gaze. “If you don’t believe me, then I have no more words for you.”

The dismissal only made Max’s chest tighten further. His jaw locked, his crimson eyes narrowing dangerously. He wanted—so badly—to release his rage, to unleash every ounce of hatred boiling inside him. To tear down the room, to burn Lucien’s smug calmness into ash. But he clenched his fists tighter, forcing the storm back into himself. It would mean nothing here. No matter how loud he screamed or how much power he displayed, Lucien would not budge.

Besides… there were more important matters.

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