Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 - Chapter 1023

Chapter 1023: Confronting Lucien

The Tower Spirit’s gaze dimmed for a moment as if rifling through ancient memories. Then it nodded. “He did.”

Max’s eyes narrowed.

The spirit’s voice deepened, echoing with age-old weight. “The original master once spoke of a war. A war between the Devils and the Gods in the Origin World—the true cradle of existence. That war shook even the Divine Realm, and in its chaos, a single drop of blood fell. A drop of blood from an Origin Devil itself. That blood pierced through countless realms until it landed here, in this world. Because of that one drop, the demons—who were already enemies of humanity in the Divine Realm—turned their gaze upon this small Mortal World. They invaded to seize the True Origin Devil Blood.”

Max stiffened, his eyes widening faintly. “A war between devils and gods…?” His voice cracked with astonishment. “And you’re saying all of this—every battle, every death—happened just because of a single drop of blood?”

The Tower Spirit nodded gravely, its golden face shimmering with solemnity. “Yes. According to the original owner, a drop of blood from an Origin Devil is not ordinary blood. It carries the essence of eternity, the foundation of chaos. Even the strongest beings of the Divine Realm would fight to the death for it. And if such a thing appears in a backward Mortal World like ours…” The spirit’s voice grew heavy. “It is enough to drag countless races and powers into madness.”

Max’s brows furrowed deeply. His mind churned with thoughts, his expression darkening further. ‘One drop of blood… and millions died. A continent destroyed. A war that has not ended even after ten thousand years.’

After a long silence, he asked, “What happened to that drop of blood? Surely the demons didn’t get it. If they had, they wouldn’t still be searching.”

The Tower Spirit shook its head, golden ripples spreading from its body. “That, I do not know. The original master only told me one thing—that during that time, four beings descended from the Divine Realm to claim it. But he never revealed what truly happened to the blood. Whether it was seized, hidden, or destroyed, I cannot say.”

“Four beings descended…” Max repeated under his breath, his frown deepening. He searched his memories, but no trace of such an event existed in human records. ‘Why has no one ever spoken of them?’ The thought gnawed at him, filling him with unease.

Silence lingered, thick and suffocating, until Max finally asked what he had truly come for. His crimson eyes hardened, burning like twin flames.

“Do you know…” his voice dropped lower, rougher, “…that the Valora Continent was destroyed?”

The words hung heavy in the chamber, and for a moment even the light of the Tower Spirit dimmed.

“I do. Even from this far, I could feel the chaos happening in the Valora Continent,” the Tower Spirit said, its golden form flickering faintly as though weighed down by the memory of what it sensed.

Max closed his eyes, drawing in a long, deep breath before opening them again, his crimson gaze burning hotter than ever. “The demons have resurfaced in the Middle Domain. They’re no longer hiding. A war is unfolding out there as we speak.”

His voice was low, heavy with restrained fury. “I want you to keep an extra eye on the borders of the Lost Continent. If there’s even the faintest disturbance—if something tries to enter—inform me immediately.”

The Tower Spirit inclined its golden head, its voice solemn. “Understood.”

With that, Max turned sharply, his crimson wings spreading wide as his body dissolved into scarlet streaks of light. In an instant, he was gone, leaving the Tower of Truth behind.

He soared across the skies, the winds screaming against him, his aura cloaked and suppressed. His figure vanished into the air as he activated his invisibility skill, slipping through the void like a phantom. Soon, the towering trees and silver-lit spires of the Elven Kingdom stretched out below him—peaceful, untouched by the horrors that had reduced Valora to ash. The sight twisted his chest even further.

Unnoticed, unseen, he slipped past watchtowers and patrols. No guard, no mage, no elven elder sensed his arrival. He moved like a shadow until he reached his destination: the grand hall where Lucien resided.

At the entrance to his chamber, Max paused. His crimson eyes narrowed, his aura coiled tightly against his body.

“Come in.”

The voice floated lazily from the other side, calm and unhurried.

Max’s jaw tightened. He wasn’t surprised. Of course Lucien could see through his concealment—he had expected nothing less.

With a push, the heavy doors opened, and Max stepped inside.

The room was dim, lit only by the soft glow of arcane lamps. And there, sitting with casual ease, was Lucien. His red hair shimmered faintly under the light, his handsome face curved into a small smile as he slipped off a sleek pair of gaming goggles. He looked nothing like the strongest human alive should look. No tension, no urgency—just arrogance wrapped in calm amusement.

“Max,” Lucien said, his tone almost playful. “The genius with the strongest potential in the entire world. What brings you here?”

Max ignored the smile, ignored the casual tone. His crimson eyes bore into Lucien like burning knives. His voice was hard, sharp, cold. “Were you aware when the demons attacked the Valora Continent?”

Lucien’s smile never faltered. “I was,” he replied calmly, as if confessing to nothing of weight at all.

Max’s expression shifted immediately, his entire body stiffening. His hands curled into trembling fists. The infernal energy within him raged, and his aura flared dangerously before he forced it back down. His voice cracked with fury. “Then why didn’t you do anything?!” His words echoed through the chamber like thunder, raw and brutal.

Lucien didn’t answer immediately, but Max couldn’t stop himself. His chest heaved, his voice rising into a roar. “All of them… all of them were killed! Every man, woman, child! Entire guilds, families, cities wiped out in a single night. You could have stopped it. You—of all people—you could have saved them!” His crimson aura exploded around him, red flames dancing like a storm. “So why? Why didn’t you do anything?”

The dam inside him broke. All the rage he had been burying, all the grief and hatred he had directed toward the demons, now poured out against the one man who could have changed everything. His words cut like blades, his voice nearly shaking the walls of the chamber.

“You could have saved them all! You could have stopped those monsters! Why did you just sit there while they butchered everything? Why, Lucien? WHY?!”

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