Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100

That particular video feed spread like wildfire across the Middle Domain. Within hours it was everywhere—circulating through various forces, empires, and guild halls, replayed endlessly in extranet, communication channels, and even broadcast runes. No one could stop talking about it.

And why wouldn’t they? The fall of Valora Continent was no trivial matter. An entire continent wiped out. Every soul, every city, every clan—obliterated by the hands of demons. What shook people even more was the reason behind such devastation. The twin demons had slaughtered millions, not for conquest, not for resources, but for something far more outrageous—they had done it merely to challenge one human, Max.

The implications were terrifying. To the demons, human lives weren’t even worth counting. Valora’s destruction was nothing but a stage set for their amusement, a way to bait a single opponent. That insult carved deep into the hearts of the Middle Domain’s people. The rage simmered everywhere—in taverns, in force training grounds, in imperial palaces.

”Those monsters... they don’t see us as living beings at all.”

”They slaughtered a continent just to call out one youth. How long are we supposed to endure this humiliation?”

Across the domain, voices rose, discussions burning like wildfire.

What made it even more shocking was the identity of the youth at the center of it all. Max—who was already recognized as the strongest genius of humanity’s current generation—wasn’t born in the Middle Domain at all. He came from the Lower Domain, a place most regarded as little more than backwater soil. For many, that revelation stirred a mix of emotions: disbelief, admiration, even shame.

And now the eyes of the entire Middle Domain turned toward him. Would he accept the demons’ challenge? Or would he turn his back and ignore them?

The debate consumed every corner of society.

Some voices argued fiercely against it:

”He can’t accept. This is nothing but a trap. The demons are cunning—they’ve lured him out by striking where it hurts most. If he goes, he’ll fall right into their hands.”

”Exactly. He’s our strongest hope. If Max dies recklessly, humanity’s future dies with him.”

But others, burning with fury, spoke just as loudly in the opposite direction:

”Trap or not, can we just sit here? An entire continent was slaughtered before our eyes. If even Max doesn’t act, then who will? Are we just supposed to cower in our cities forever?”

”We’ve been far too passive in this war! Look at us—always waiting for the demons to make their move, always reacting after the blood has already been spilled. If things continue like this, humanity will be erased piece by piece. We need someone to change the momentum.”

”To hell with fear! Max must fight. He must kill those twin demons and show the world that humanity isn’t weak prey.”

The clamor grew so intense it seemed to shake the domain itself. The humans were divided—between caution and desperation, between fear of losing their last hope and the hunger to strike back after years of humiliation. But one truth remained constant: all eyes were on Max. His decision alone would set the tone for humanity’s next step in this endless war.

And so, from the greatest forces to the humblest villages, from the imperial courts to the darkest alleys, a single question echoed everywhere.

What would Max choose?

***

Max stood trembling in the center of his room, his body quaking as if it could no longer contain the storm building inside him. Infernal energy poured out of him in violent waves, hissing against the walls like flames starving for fuel. His teeth clenched, his breath came ragged, and his fists shook so hard that blood trickled down his palms where his nails dug into flesh.

”I will slaughter them all,” he muttered, voice thick with venom. His eyes glowed scarlet, pupils thinning into demonic slits. ”I will devour them alive.”

His transformation happened in an instant. The once-white strands of his hair bled into a deep, hellish crimson, glowing faintly like molten metal under pressure. Every pulse of his aura screamed rage. The room itself trembled, shadows dancing madly on the walls.

Lady Divine, who had just stepped inside, froze at the sight. Even she—a woman who had seen countless horrors in her long life—was caught off guard. Max’s sudden shift, drenched in pure infernal energy, was nothing short of terrifying. Yet there was no time to dwell on her shock. She raised her voice, firm but carrying urgency.

”Max, you have to calm down. This is exactly what the demons want. It’s a trap, set down to lure you out and kill you. If you charge in blindly, you’ll throw your life away.”

Max’s head snapped toward her. His eyes, glowing red like burning coals, locked onto hers. His voice came out low, trembling with fury. ”Are you kidding me?” He took a step forward, every word like a knife in the air. ”All the people I cared about in my life... every last one of them died fighting these demons. And you want me to think carefully?”

His aura flared, making the floor tremble beneath his feet. ”Here’s what’s going to happen,” he growled. ”I’ll slaughter those twin demons first. And then I’ll march into their damned war and slaughter all of them until nothing remains. Not one. Not a single trace.”

He took another step toward the door, his rage carrying him forward. But the moment his foot touched the ground again—

Boom!

A crimson cube of runic force erupted around him, closing in from all sides. The air buzzed as the barrier sealed tight, locking him in place. Its translucent walls shimmered with glowing symbols, humming with the strength of Lady Divine’s power.

Max spun around, his glowing eyes narrowing dangerously. ”What are you doing?” he asked, his tone eerily calm despite the flames raging inside him. The calm before a storm.

Lady Divine exhaled heavily, her usual serenity shadowed by regret. ”I can’t let you go. You’ll die out there, Max. Why don’t you understand this?”