Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100-Chapter 538: Emperor’s Domain

’This Black Sun inheritance... I underestimated its potential and strength,’ Max thought as he sat motionless before the totem, his mind abuzz with newfound clarity.

Now that every thread of its essence had been unraveled, now that he had taken it into himself and engraved it into the roots of his soul—he knew.

He understood the Black Sun inheritance not just in theory, not as some handed-down legacy from a bygone era, but as something that now belonged to him.

And with that understanding came a revelation that sent a chill down his spine: this inheritance, silent and subdued as it appeared, was more terrifying than the explosive power of Flame Tyrant.

It wasn’t as loud. It wasn’t as destructive in a single punch. But it was absolute. If the Flame Tyrant burned a battlefield to ash, the Black Sun simply turned the entire battlefield into its throne—and made everything kneel.

’It took me four days to master the Flame Tyrant inheritance,’ Max mused, recalling the sweat, the dozens of trips in and out of the Dimension of Time, the clash with the phantom bearer of the inheritance. ’But this... this took a week. Seven full days of endless cycling between the totem and my Dimension of Time, dismantling every concept, interpreting every pulse of law hidden in its core.’

He could still feel the weight of it pressing against his soul, not as a burden—but as a mantle. A crown.

And then he thought of the ability the Black Sun had granted him. That ability—its ultimate expression.

A thrill ran through him like lightning.

His heart pounded. Not from fear. Not from nervousness. But from anticipation.

’Let’s test this inheritance,’ Max thought as he slowly rose to his feet, the pressure of the Black Sun still lingering around his form like a quiet storm. Without looking back at the totem, he turned and strode out of the dome, footsteps calm, steady, but every step laced with the newfound weight of authority that now radiated from within him.

However, the moment he stepped outside, his eyes locked with another’s—Lucia Grimes.

She was walking directly toward the Black Sun dome, but the instant she saw him, her expression shifted so dramatically it was almost comedic.

Her lips curled, her eyes flared with something between fury and disbelief, and her entire body stiffened as if someone had insulted her ancestors in public. It was like she had seen a sworn mortal enemy, the embodiment of every grudge she’d ever carried—and yet Max?

Max didn’t even blink.

He looked through her like she didn’t exist, like the air she breathed wasn’t worthy of acknowledgment. No smirk. No glare. Just absolute disinterest, the kind that cut deeper than any insult.

He walked right past her as if she were an illusion, leaving her frozen in place, trembling with suppressed rage. Her clenched fists shook, her pride clearly teetering at the edge of collapse.

But then something shifted in her eyes.

Instead of chasing after him, she turned abruptly and entered the Black Sun dome herself, disappearing into the darkness of comprehension. Max noticed—barely—and exhaled a quiet breath. ’Good. No unnecessary drama.’

Without pause, he redirected his steps toward the Tower of Resonance, the place where inheritances were tested, measured, proven. This time, it was to test the true potential of the Black Sun.

As he neared the tower, a familiar voice rang out.

"Haha, you lost again!" Jason’s laughter echoed through the courtyard as he held a card triumphantly. He was seated on a flat mat with another genius, a spread of intricate flame-designed cards between them.

The other boy sighed, scratching his head. "You can come if you want, but my father controls access to our Essence Pool. I can’t guarantee anything."

Jason grinned like a fox. "Heh, don’t worry. I’m good at negotiations... especially with stubborn old men."

Just then, from the corner of his eye, Jason spotted Max approaching the Tower of Resonance again. His laughter died down and his brow arched in curiosity.

Didn’t he just master the Flame Tyrant inheritance? Jason thought, intrigued. What’s he up to now? Another inheritance? Or... could it be he already mastered the Black Sun too?

He whistled low. "Interesting..."

Max, unaware—or perhaps uninterested—stepped toward the Tower of Resonance once more, his gaze focused, the quiet storm of authority swirling just beneath his skin, waiting to be unleashed.

In no time, Max stood before the towering entrance once again and stepped inside without hesitation. A flash of energy swirled around him, and the familiar sensation of spatial distortion washed over his body.

A moment later, he reappeared within the same eerie arena—white tiled ground stretching endlessly in all directions, its borders lost to the dense black fog that rolled and churned like the breath of some slumbering beast.

But this time, the opponent awaiting him was vastly different.

Standing calmly at the center of the arena was a tall man draped in deep obsidian robes, regal and still like an eternal monument. Atop his head rested a black crown adorned with flickering shadows and faint arcs of gold, pulsing with ancient energy.

His presence was stifling, yet majestic—an Emperor whose word was law, whose gaze weighed more than the world itself. His hands were folded behind his back, posture relaxed but radiating dominance.

Yet when his eyes fell upon Max’s materializing figure, something shifted in his expression. The dullness faded, and a gleam of excitement sparked in his eyes like a long-slumbering flame reigniting.

"It’s nice," the man said, his voice deep and slow, every syllable ringing with unshakable command, "to see another of my descendants. Few dare to walk this path. Fewer still understand it. Tell me, boy—how much of my Black Sun inheritance have you truly comprehended?"

Max didn’t answer with words at first. He smiled faintly, and the space around him trembled ever so slightly. A breeze of black flames began to curl from his shoulders, spiraling upward.

And then, with a calm breath, they took shape—forming a flaming crown above his head, dark as midnight and rimmed with gold. The flames danced in slow, heavy pulses, mimicking the crown worn by the man before him. The arena dimmed. The fog recoiled.

Then Max lifted his hand, and his voice rang clear and powerful.

"Emperor’s Domain—Black Sun."

Instantly, the air ignited.

A second crown formed—this one vast, colossal, a burning halo of authority made entirely of black fire and infernal law. It hovered high above the arena, yet it loomed like a judgment.

The flaming crown expanded until it covered the entire arena, casting an oppressive glow over everything beneath it. Within its reach, the ground cracked, space bent, and time slowed. The fog stopped moving altogether.

It was as if the world itself bowed beneath it.

Max stood unmoved in the center of this emerging domain, the black sun burning above him like the eye of a god. His presence was no longer simply that of a strong expert—it was of an Emperor rising to claim his throne. And under that throne, nothing could disobey.

The crowned man chuckled low and slow, a gleam of satisfaction flashing in his imperial eyes.

"So you’ve come not to learn... but to inherit. Very well. Let us see whether you’re worthy to wear the crown you’ve summoned."