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title: "Chapter 370: Shocking the three races"
slug: "ch-370"
novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
number: 370
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createdAt: "2026-04-13"
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Max didn't flinch.

He looked him dead in the eye, voice calm and venomous.

"This shocks you?"

His fingers began to tighten around the steel.

"Then let me show you something… that'll make your soul tremble."

With a sudden surge of force, Max crushed the head of the axe in his grip.

SHATTER!

Metal shards burst into the air like a grenade going off.

The demon barely had time to register what had happened when Max's fist came flying in.

BANG!

It landed square in the demon's chest—a crushing blow laced with draconic force.

The impact sent the demon hurtling backwards, a blur of red muscle and armor slamming into the distant hillside with the force of a meteor.

BOOM!

The slope caved in, dirt and stone erupting in a cloud as a gaping hole appeared in the rock wall where the demon's body had hit. There was no movement.

Max stood still, arm lowered from the punch, his expression cold.

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From the rocky ridge above, the group of human scouts stood frozen, their eyes glued to the battlefield below. What they had just witnessed didn't make sense. Couldn't make sense.

Max stood there alone, surrounded by the carnage of demons—not just dead, but annihilated. Pulverized. Shattered. Reduced to bloodied remnants across the canyon floor.

No technique. No weapon. Only fists.

And even the level 4 Seeker Rank demon didn't stand a chance against him.

The old man's voice trembled as he broke the silence. "Unbelievable… He took them all out… with just raw strength." His wrinkled hand gripped the edge of the rock tightly, knuckles white. "Even a Level 4 Seeker Rank demon… gone in a single hit."

Another scout stepped forward, shaking his head in disbelief. "And he never even looked like he was struggling. He moved through them like a storm. Like… like they weren't even threats."

A younger man muttered under his breath, eyes wide with fear and awe. "He's a monster in human skin… What kind of human has strength like that?"

Their voices were laced with reverence, but also fear.

Because what Max had just displayed wasn't natural.

It was terrifying.

Mars stood quietly among them, arms crossed, his gaze locked on Max's figure below.

Even he—calm and composed—found himself unsettled.

"His physical power…" Mars whispered. "It's… beyond anything we've recorded in the Lower Domain. No system, no enhancement, no body-type I've seen should allow this kind of output."

Then his expression hardened. He couldn't waste more time being shocked.

"Let's go. He may be strong, but he's outnumbered, and he just drew blood. They'll retaliate."

With a quick surge of energy, Mars took to the sky, flying toward Max.

The arrogant youth behind him hesitated, jaw clenched tight. He wasn't convinced. He didn't trust this rogue powerhouse.

But still—he followed.

One after another, the rest of the human scouts took flight behind them, rushing toward the battlefield like shadows streaking through the sky.

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Across the canyon, nestled within the shade of the forest ridge, the group of elven scouts stood in eerie stillness.

They hadn't moved. But they felt it.

That pressure. That tremor in the air.

A shiver ran down the spine of one of the younger elves, her silver-blonde braid swaying gently in the breeze. "Did… did you feel that?"

"I did," another whispered, her voice tight with disbelief. "That sensation… it's coming from that human boy."

"It's impossible," said another, her breath shaky. "But… my blood is reacting to him. It's like a pulse. I can feel it. He… he has to be—"

"Enough," the scout leader said, her voice calm but sharp. Her emerald eyes were fixed on Max with a deep, unreadable expression.

"I know what you're all thinking. I feel it too."

She took a slow step forward, her hand resting lightly on the hilt of her curved blade.

"That boy… if he is what we all think he is, then we need a confirmation.'"

A long pause.

Then she added, her tone cooling into something resolute, "He's up against Seeker Rank demons, and more may be on the way."

She raised a hand.

"Let's go. We need to help him."

Without waiting, she leapt forward—gliding silently through the air as the elves followed, swift and graceful like streaks of moonlight descending through the trees.

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The demon at the peak of the Seeker Rank stepped forward, his massive frame casting a long shadow over the blood-soaked battlefield. His skin was deep crimson, his eyes glowing faintly like embers smoldering in darkness.

"Kid," he said, voice low and guttural, laced with dark amusement, "you're strong. Very strong. Stronger than most I've met."

He smiled, but it was a smile without warmth—only intent.

"And that's exactly why we have to kill you."𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

His words weren't a threat—they were a statement of fact.

Max didn't flinch.

He didn't step back.

He simply let out a breath and took out his black sword. The blade hummed the moment his fingers wrapped around it.

'Peak Seeker Rank,' Max thought. 'This won't be easy.'

But he didn't fear the demon.

He drew the sword in a single fluid motion, the blade glinting in the sunlight, trailing embers as it cut through the air.

"If you want to kill me…" Max said, eyes narrowing, "try."

But before either side could make a move—

WHOOSH!

Figures descended from the sky, streaking through the clouds like comets. Max's gaze shifted as a group of armored warriors touched down beside him.

At the front stood Mars, golden armor gleaming, cape fluttering in the wind. His expression was stern, his presence radiating quiet command.

Behind him came the others—the scouts and warriors from the Valora Human Alliance.

"This fight ends now," Mars declared, his voice firm. "You can't kill him."

He looked the demon square in the eyes.

"He's a human. And he's under our protection."

The demon burst into laughter.

Harsh, echoing, filled with mockery.

"Human? Your protection?" he spat, shaking his head. "Don't make me laugh."

He gestured at the scorched ground around them, still fresh with the blood of his kind.

"You've been watching this whole time. Silent. Still. Like vultures waiting to see if he'd fall or fly."

He sneered. "And only now—only now—when you see that he's strong… that he might be worth something… do you show up and claim him as one of your own?"

His gaze swept across the human group. "We demons are cruel. Everyone knows that. But you…" He pointed at Mars. "You surpass us. Not in savagery, but in hypocrisy."

The words cut deep.