Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1589 Truth of Dimensional Keeper's Legacy

Max fell into deep thought as her words echoed in his mind, and the more he reflected on them, the more they seed to align with everything he had experienced so far.

There was no other explanation that could justify how he had briefly touched that overwhelming, godlike power. It felt as though that strength belonged to him, yet at the sa ti it remained distant, almost as if it acknowledged him without truly being his to command.

He lifted his gaze toward her, his expression sharpening with intent. "What about the inheritors of the Dinsional Keeper legacy?" he asked, his voice steady but filled with a quiet urgency. "What do you know about them?"

The goddess did not answer imdiately. Instead, she studied him in silence, her eyes carrying a depth that made the air around them feel heavier. After a mont, she spoke in a calm but serious tone. "Do you truly wish to know?" she asked. "There are truths that do not bring strength, only burden. So knowledge is better left untouched."

Max's brows drew together as he absorbed her warning. He understood the weight behind her words, yet he also knew that ignorance was no longer an option for him. His path had already been set the mont he inherited this power.

Whether he wished for it or not, the truth would eventually reach him, and when it did, he could not afford to face it unprepared.

His gaze hardened with resolve. "Tell everything," he said without hesitation.

The goddess gave a faint nod, though there was a trace of reluctance in her expression. "There is much that even I do not fully understand," she began, her voice quieter now, as though speaking of sothing that should not be spoken of lightly. "But there is one truth that remains consistent across all eras. Every inheritor of the Dinsional Keeper legacy is cursed."

Max's eyes narrowed slightly as a chill crept into his chest. "Cursed?" he repeated. "What do you an by that?"

She let out a soft sigh before continuing, her tone laced with an ancient weariness. "It is not a curse placed by a single being or even a single force. It is sothing deeper than that. The curse is woven into fate itself. The mont soone becos an inheritor, their destiny begins to twist in ways that no ordinary life could endure."

She paused briefly, as if recalling distant mories that still lingered vividly in her mind.

"I have lived long enough to encounter more than one inheritor," she said slowly. "Each of them carried extraordinary potential, power that could shake entire realms. Yet every single one of them walked a path drenched in suffering. Their lives were torn apart piece by piece. Families were slaughtered, loved ones taken from them, entire worlds turned hostile as if existence itself rejected their presence."

Her gaze grew distant as she continued. "It was never a single tragedy. It was a chain of them. One misfortune followed another without pause, as though fate itself was relentless in its pursuit to break them. They were forced to grow through pain, to survive through despair, to stand alone when everything else was stripped away from them. Their lives were not rely difficult. They were a continuous descent into a living hell."

Max remained silent, his expression tightening as he listened.

The goddess's voice lowered further, carrying a grim finality. "Yet even that is not the cruelest part of their fate. The true horror lies in how their stories always end."

She looked directly at him now, her eyes unwavering. "Not a single inheritor that I have known has ever reached the peak of their power. Not one has fully awakened the true essence of the Dinsional Keeper legacy. It is as if the world itself refuses to allow it."

A heavy silence settled between them before she continued. "So died when they were still young, before they could even understand what they had inherited. Others perished just as they began to awaken the deeper layers of their power. A few, like you, managed to climb higher than most, brushing against the threshold of sothing greater. Yet in the end, all of them t the sa fate. Death ca before completion, before fulfillnt, before they could truly beco what they were ant to be."

Her words lingered in the air, cold and unyielding.

"It is not coincidence," she added quietly. "It is inevitability. The legacy does not rely grant power. It places its bearer in direct opposition to fate itself. And fate, in turn, ensures that no inheritor is ever allowed to reach the end of that path."

Max's expression gradually grew heavier as he listened, and with every word the truth settled deeper into his heart. A realization dawned on him with a quiet but crushing clarity. It had never been about him alone.

The tragedies that had followed his life were not born from his own existence or his own choices. The source of it all lay within him, hidden in the legacy he carried. It was the Dinsional Keeper legacy itself that drew calamity, and everything he had lost now felt like the price of bearing it.

Silence lingered for a mont as he steadied his thoughts, but the questions within him only grew sharper. He looked up again, his eyes filled with a mixture of determination and unease. "Then tell more about this curse," he said slowly. "Why are the inheritors of the Dinsional Keeper legacy cursed in the first place?"

The goddess let out a quiet breath, as if the answer itself carried a weight that even she did not wish to bear. "If my understanding is correct," she began, choosing her words with care, "then the origin of this curse is tied to sothing far older than any of us. It traces back to what is known as the Era of Gods."

Max's eyes widened slightly at the unfamiliar term. "The Era of Gods?"

She nodded, her gaze distant as though she was trying to peer into a ti she had never truly witnessed. "It was an age that predates almost everything that exists today. Even I was not born during that ti, so what I know cos only from fragnts of ancient records and whispers that have survived across eras. During the Era of Gods, true gods walked freely among the worlds. Their existence was not symbolic or distant like it is now. They were real, tangible beings who shaped reality itself."

She paused briefly before adding in a calm but firm tone, "And you should understand this clearly. I am not one of those true gods."