With that thought settled, Max spoke aloud. "Tian."
"Yes, Master," Tian's voice responded instantly within his mind.
"Do I have the ability to unlock a dinsion of my choice?" Max asked, his tone steady but carrying a trace of anticipation.
"Yes, Master," Tian replied without hesitation.
A smile spread across Max's face. This was exactly what he had been hoping to hear. The implications were enormous, and the fact that such authority had been granted to him so naturally only reinforced how far his class had evolved.
"Then tell ," Max continued, "what exactly has been unlocked so far?"
"Currently, Master has unlocked the Inheritance Chamber for all dinsions that Master has already unlocked," Tian answered.
Max froze for a split second before his eyes widened. "I have unlocked the Inheritance Chamber for all my dinsions?" he exclaid, genuine shock and excitent mixing together. "Good. Very good."
For a mont, he felt like laughing outright. Advancing into the Rebirth Realm had not rely strengthened him, but had also removed countless hidden restrictions within his class. Things that had once felt distant or inaccessible had now opened themselves to him all at once, as though acknowledging his rebirth.
"Tian," Max said after calming himself slightly, "tell about the Dinsion of the Keeper. That dinsion unlocked on its own, did it not?"
"Yes, Master," Tian replied. "The Dinsion of the Keeper is the core dinsion of the class. It is the dinsion through which Master can unlock any other dinsion he wishes to obtain. It is also the place where the true legacy of the Dinsional Keeper resides."
Max fell silent as he absorbed those words. The Dinsion of the Keeper was not rely another space under his control. It was the origin point, the foundation upon which everything else was built. Understanding it would not just expand his power, but reveal the true aning of what it ant to be a Dinsional Keeper.
"There is still ti before the Thirty Six Hall Grand Trial begins," Max muttered thoughtfully as he stood in the quiet of the training chamber. "I might as well visit the Dinsion of the Keeper."
With that decision made, his figure vanished without any fluctuation of energy or distortion of space, as though he had simply stepped out of existence itself.
In the next instant, Max found himself standing upon an endless sea of white clouds. The sky above was vast and calm, filled with a soft radiance that did not originate from any visible sun. All around him stood nurous doors, each one representing a dinsion he had already unlocked, their surfaces carrying faint traces of the laws and elents they governed.
The place felt familiar, yet different, as though it had acknowledged his presence in a way it never had before.
"This is the place I always co to when I want to enter my dinsions," Max muttered softly. This was his first ti arriving here with his physical body rather than through a projected consciousness, and the sensation was subtly different.
The clouds beneath his feet felt real, the air carried weight, and the space itself seed aware of him. There was a strange sense of belonging mixed with solemnity, making the experience feel both special and profound.
As Max continued observing the cloud filled world, sothing caught his attention. In the distance, standing alone and unoccupied, was a throne.
"Hm?" Max frowned slightly as his gaze fixed on it. "I am certain there was never a throne here before." He had passed through this place countless tis, day after day, and he was intimately familiar with every detail of it. The appearance of sothing so significant could not be a coincidence.
"It seems this throne only appeared after I entered the Rebirth Realm," Max muttered as he stared at it more closely. The throne was simple in design yet carried an indescribable authority. It was not ornate or decorated, but its presence alone made the surrounding clouds feel still, as though everything deferred to it.
As he continued to look at it, an unexpected sensation rose within him. A subtle pull, gentle yet undeniable, urged him forward. It was not coercive, nor was it aggressive. It felt more like an invitation, as though the throne itself recognized him and was calling him to take his place.
"Is this throne calling for to sit on it?" Max wondered quietly. He paused for a mont, weighing the situation. This place was part of his class, and everything within it existed because of the Dinsional Keeper.
If there was any danger, it would not be one ant to harm him.
With that thought, Max stepped forward and sat upon the throne, choosing to trust the authority of his class and the path it had already laid out for him.
The instant Max settled onto the throne, sothing profound occurred. His consciousness expanded violently yet seamlessly, spreading outward in every direction at once.
There was no sensation of movent, no feeling of travel, yet in a single breathless mont, his awareness connected to every dinsion he had unlocked. It was as though invisible threads snapped into place, binding his existence to countless worlds simultaneously.
Max's vision shattered into multiplicity. He was no longer seeing from a single perspective. In the Dinsion of Lightning, he could observe the endless storm clouds churning, every arc of lightning obeying his will even without conscious command.
In the Dinsion of Flas, he felt the heat of every fla pillar and sensed the temperant of each fire as if they were living entities breathing alongside him.
The Dinsion of Ice revealed itself in perfect stillness, where every frozen particle and drifting frost carried clear structure and intent.
Space unfolded like an open manuscript in the Dinsion of Space, with distances, folds, and layers laid bare before him, while Ti flowed as a visible continuum rather than an abstract concept in the Dinsion of Ti, its currents slow, fast, fractured, or stable depending on the region.
He was not rely observing these dinsions. He was present in all of them.
Max realized with quiet astonishnt that nothing escaped him. Every fluctuation, every birth of energy, every imbalance within his dinsions surfaced instantly in his mind.
He could see how energy circulated, how laws interacted, how instability ford, and how it could be corrected with a single thought. It felt natural, as if this was how things were always ant to be.
There was no strain, no overload, despite the vastness of information flooding into him. His mind processed it all effortlessly, reorganizing infinite data into perfect clarity.
More frightening than the vision itself was the realization that these dinsions were no longer separate spaces he governed from above. They were extensions of his existence.
If lightning raged, he felt it as a shift in his own state. If a dinsion stabilized or evolved, it resonated within him like a heartbeat. The boundary between self and world had dissolved. He was the anchor, the ruler, and the constant that held them all together.
At that mont, Max understood what the throne truly represented. It was not a symbol of authority, nor a reward for advancent. It was an interface, a convergence point where the Dinsional Keeper ceased to be a traveler between worlds and beca the nexus through which all worlds aligned. Sitting upon it did not grant power. It acknowledged it.
As the connection stabilized, Max exhaled slowly, his expression calm yet carrying a depth that had not existed before. He was no longer rely soone who possessed dinsions.
He was bound to them in a way that could not be severed, seeing through all of them at once, existing across them simultaneously, and standing at the absolute center of their reality.
This was what ant to be the Dinsional Keeper.
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