Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100-Chapter 576: Blue Dragon Sword

Max stood quietly for a moment, pondering his next move as he scanned the rows of swords once more. None of them had truly resonated with him so far, and he didn’t want to settle for something that wouldn’t be able to carry the weight of his strength or the burden of his path.

Finally, he turned toward Lord Harthorne and asked, "Lord Harthorne, I want a sword that has some weight to it—but not a heavy or oversized blade. Its size should be like that of a normal sword. Also, I want it to be compatible with sword concepts. I don’t want it to hold me back when I release my concept."

Lord Harthorne tapped his chin thoughtfully, considering the request. "A sword with weight, but standard in size, and capable of withstanding a powerful sword concept?" he muttered, then looked at Max with a nod. "There are plenty of swords in the Treasure Hall that fit that description—but I can’t say which one will feel right to you."

He paused for a moment, then added with a light smile, "How about this—why don’t you release your sword concept? Let it fill the hall. There’s a mechanism in place here that allows weapons to react when someone releases their concept. That way, only the swords that resonate with your concept will respond. It’ll help narrow things down and make the choice easier."

Max blinked in surprise. "I can do that?" he asked, genuinely curious.

"This Treasure Hall was designed that way," Lord Harthorne said, his smile deepening as he raised a hand. A holographic screen blinked into existence before him, layered with glowing icons and arrays. He swiped through it quickly, tapping a few commands with practiced ease. "There. It’s activated. Now all you have to do is release your concept. The swords that resonate with it will respond."

He stepped back, giving Max space, and Lady Virelia silently followed suit, watching with quiet interest.

Max took a deep breath and nodded. Then, without hesitation, he released his Concept of Severing Sword. The change was instant. A wild, untamed aura burst from his body, like an invisible wave crashing outward through the hall. The air trembled under its force.

The concept was sharp, raw, and domineering—an aura that didn’t just cut, but threatened to sever the very essence of whatever it touched.

The entire Treasure Hall seemed to shift as the concept spread through the space, and almost immediately, several cubes began to hum faintly, their swords inside reacting to the unleashed power.

Some blades trembled lightly, others glowed faintly, as if acknowledging his will. Max’s eyes narrowed with focus. The hall had answered his call.

"This concept..." Lord Harthorne muttered, his brows furrowing as he felt the pressure thickening in the air. His expression, usually calm and composed, now showed a rare seriousness.

The moment Max released his Concept of Severing Sword, a dense, overwhelming sharpness flooded the hall, cutting through the ambient energy like a blade through silk. It wasn’t just powerful—it was pure, focused, and unrelenting.

Lord Harthorne, a man whose name carried weight even in the Divine Realm, felt his heartbeat grow heavier just by standing in its presence. It was as if the very space around him threatened to split apart if Max simply willed it. The sensation was no illusion—it was pressure, real and oppressive.

He had seen countless geniuses before, but this... this made even him reevaluate his standards.

Lady Virelia, who rarely displayed emotion, had her eyes slightly widened, her lips parted in subtle shock. She too could feel it—the dangerously refined edge of Max’s sword intent.

Normally, even among monstrous prodigies, a genius would choose a single main concept to focus on and sharpen it to its peak. Any secondary concepts, if they managed to grasp them at all, were always weaker—lacking the depth, the soul of their primary understanding.

But Max was different. They had both seen his Concept of Flames before—strong, no doubt—but it had always felt like a concept that was empowered more by the inheritances he used than by Max’s own comprehension.

Yet this... this sword concept was an entirely different story. It wasn’t being carried by any inheritance. It wasn’t amplified by external force. This was Max’s own strength—untamed, unborrowed. Raw and lethal.

Just then, a noticeable tremor ran through the hall as four of the transparent cubes began to shake more violently than the others.

A moment later, they dislodged themselves from the walls and floated slowly through the air, encircling Max in a soft glow. Each cube held a sword—distinct in design, aura, and intent.

Max’s eyes narrowed with focus as he studied them one by one, a quiet hum of energy pulsing around him. ’Four of them...’ he thought, observing each weapon carefully.

The first sword had a jagged, lightning-like edge, radiating bursts of violent energy; the second carried a dark obsidian sheen, wrapped in chains that hummed with restraint; the third was thin, sleek, and curved—almost like a crescent moon; but it was the fourth sword that truly drew his attention.

A straight blade with a deep blue hue, its hilt shaped like the head of a dragon, with finely detailed scales and glowing eyes, while its edges shimmered faintly with a soft blue glow. The aura it gave off was calm and composed, almost tranquil.

But Max, holding the sword in his hand, could feel it—beneath that serene surface was a restrained force, something fierce and untamed waiting to be unleashed. It didn’t take him long to decide.

"I will take this sword," he said firmly, gripping the dragon-hilted blade as the cube around it dissolved into mist. The weapon fit perfectly in his hand, as though it had been waiting just for him.

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[Blue Dragon Sword]

– Rank: [Legendary]

– Description: Formed from the teeth of a blue dragon and tempered with dragon’s breath, this sword has the potential to cut through space itself.

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"A wise choice," Lord Harthorne said with a proud smile as he saw which sword Max had picked. "That sword once belonged to a master of the Obsidian Dragon City—one who ascended to the Divine Realm."

Max’s eyes flickered with understanding. That explained the sword’s affinity with his Concept of Severing Sword—it had once been wielded by someone who had walked the path of concepts and ascended beyond mortality.

"I see..." Max murmured, glancing at the blade again, now sensing the legacy it carried.

"Max," Lord Harthorne spoke again, his tone more serious this time. "How much do you know about concepts?"

Max tilted his head slightly and gave a casual shrug. "Isn’t concept something you start to comprehend after you master auras?" he replied honestly.

Lord Harthorne gave a small sigh and shook his head gently. "Let me tell you something about it..." he said, stepping closer.

He had seen the edge of Max’s sword concept—felt its purity, its raw potential—and he understood. This wasn’t just a boy with talent. Max was about to walk a path that few could tread. A path sharp enough to slice open the heavens. And before he took another step, he needed to understand exactly what it meant to bear the weight of a concept.

And so he began...