Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100-Chapter 392: Difficulty of Tower of Truth

"I see…" Max nodded again, reassured. With that knowledge, he didn't feel as pressured. He already knew that his current combat strength should be around the seventh level of the Seeker Rank, and that was enough to make a decent start. He would simply be smart about choosing his battles — only fighting those he knew he could defeat at first.

Besides, the Tower of Truth rewarded every victory with Life Essence, and that was the most valuable resource for cultivation. If he kept winning and moving up the floors, his strength would naturally grow — possibly pushing him up to level 3 or 4 of Seeker Rank in no time.

With that in mind, Max wasn't too worried. The tower was tough, yes… but it was also the perfect place for someone like him to grow stronger — fast.

"Well, come on then, let's go drink some wine. I noticed you didn't touch a drop last time either," Aelric said with a grin, grabbing Max by the arm and pulling him along toward the rest of the group.

Max gave a small, reluctant smile, not really into the idea but deciding to join anyway. He was curious—this wine they all raved about, what made it so special? Might as well find out for himself.

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The next morning, Max stepped out of his room feeling fresh and well-rested. The night before had been… a lot. He had ended up drinking with the others for hours, mostly because Aelric insisted, and everyone else joined in without a second thought.

He'd tasted quite a bit of the wine, more than enough for an average person to pass out drunk, but for some reason, it just didn't affect him. There was no drunken haze, no dizziness—only the taste on his tongue and the feeling of being surrounded by laughter and noisy cheer until well past midnight.

After a long bath and some quiet sleep, he was ready for the day, clear-headed and focused.

But that sense of calm didn't last long.

The moment he opened his door, he saw her.

Standing outside like she'd been waiting all night, arms folded and expression sharp, was Princess Lenavira of the Elf race.

Max didn't say a word. He walked right past her, completely ignoring her presence, and made his way down the corridor toward the tower.

"How dare you ignore me?!" she snapped, her voice full of irritation as she quickly caught up to him, appearing at his side in a flash.

Max stopped and turned to look at her, his face calm but serious. "If you want me to come with you to the Elf Kingdom," he said, his tone firm and direct, "then you'll have to be honest with me—about everything. The truth. No games. No half-answers. Otherwise, no matter what you do or say, I won't go."

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He wasn't going to let himself get dragged into the mess of her kingdom's politics without knowing the full picture. He'd already heard enough to know things were unstable, and he wasn't about to be used as a pawn in their struggle.

Princess Lenavira went quiet the moment Max spoke, her sharp words from earlier vanishing like smoke in the wind. She didn't respond, didn't argue—just walked silently beside him, her face unreadable.

Max noticed from the corner of his eye, but he simply shrugged and kept walking. He wasn't going to press her. If she wanted to keep quiet, that was fine by him.

Moments later, they stepped into the vast hall of the first floor of the Tower of Truth, and the sight that greeted them was something else entirely. Hundreds of young cultivators had gathered—geniuses from all three major races: humans, elves, and demons.

The space was buzzing with tension and whispers, every corner packed with people waiting, watching, and anticipating.

Max glanced around and raised an eyebrow. "I think there are more people here today than yesterday," he said casually, taking in the crowd with a calm expression.

"This was bound to happen," Princess Lenavira replied, her voice lighter now, almost amused. "They're all eager to see someone make a fool of themselves—especially a human who dared to claim he would crush the top geniuses of the Lost Continent." Her tone was filled with excitement, as if she herself couldn't wait to watch the chaos unfold.

"Heh," Max sneered, his lips curling into a confident smirk. "Then I guess they're all in for a major disappointment."

Lenavira shot him a glance, narrowing her eyes slightly. She had seen his power before—witnessed it firsthand—but even now, part of her still found it hard to believe that a human could rival the strongest of elves and demons. It wasn't doubt exactly… but it was close.

Just then, voices began to rise from the crowd.

"There he is. He finally showed up."

"He's the one who had the nerve to say he'd crush the continent's top talents. Today, he'll eat those words."

"A human talking big? He should've stayed in his place. I'll make sure he remembers it."

"I'll kill him today and end this nonsense once and for all."

The crowd of demons and elves had spotted Max, and their reactions were immediate. Excitement filled the hall, but not the cheerful kind—it was the kind that came before a storm, a dangerous mixture of bloodlust, pride, and anticipation.