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title: "Chapter 992: Demon Genius Moro"
slug: "ch-998"
novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
number: 998
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createdAt: "2026-04-15"
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"You should have remained hidden," William’s voice thundered, filled with both wrath and righteousness, "and never dared to show your face again."

From his storage ring, he pulled forth a massive sword—its blade etched with ancient, glowing inscriptions that pulsed with war intent. The heavy weapon gleamed under the fractured light of the ruined city, its edge singing with the hunger for battle. His aura rose higher still, every ounce of it locked onto Ballion.

"Oh?" Ballion tilted his head back and laughed, his voice echoing with amusement, ancient and terrible. "So you want to fight me? No... you want to kill me?" His aura surged in response, crackling with sinister power.

The ground beneath him blackened, stone melting into tar as demonic energy spilled outward. His presence pressed against William’s, two titanic forces clashing invisibly in the air, sparks of destruction snapping between them.

Just as the confrontation teetered toward eruption, a new voice cut through the heavy silence.

"Master Ballion..."

It was the other demon—the younger one, who until now had stood silently, his black skin shimmering faintly beneath the strange light, his two horns slightly shorter than Ballion’s but sharp and glistening like obsidian blades. His ancient garments stirred in the unseen winds of power as he stepped forward, his crimson eyes fixed directly on Max.

"I want to fight before you two face off," he said, his tone calm yet dripping with cruel anticipation. "This human..." His lips twisted into a sneer. "...this boy named Max, I have heard whispers about him. They say he carries the strongest potential in the human race."

His eyes glowed with malice as he raised his hand, black flames coiling around his fingers. "I want to fight him. And I want to kill him with my own hands, here and now."

He let out a low chuckle, each sound like a nail driven into the silence. "I will prove to these fragile creatures that it means nothing. Strongest potential or not... humans will always remain ants before us demons."𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

The words echoed across the city, sinking into Max’s bones like ice. All eyes turned toward him—William tense, Ballion amused, the guild elders fearful, and the younger demon’s gaze burning with deadly intent.

Max’s expression remained carved in stone, calm and solemn on the surface, but inwardly he sneered with unrestrained contempt. ’A mere 3rd level Mythic Rank demon dares to speak so loftily about humans? Trash talk our entire race in front of me?’ The audacity almost made him laugh.

Without a word, he lifted off the ground. His figure soared high into the air, rising above the broken ruins of the hidden city, his aura faint yet steady, like a blade concealed in its sheath. Extending one hand, he beckoned the arrogant demon with a simple, cold gesture.

"Come."

The word was sharp and commanding, resounding across the battlefield like a gauntlet thrown.

President William’s heart skipped a beat. He instinctively wanted to stop Max—this was a demon, a Mythic Rank at that. Yet, as his gaze locked onto Max’s face, he faltered. That calm determination, that unwavering confidence... it wasn’t reckless bravado.

William clenched his fist but stayed silent, deciding to trust the boy who had already exceeded every expectation.

The younger demon’s lips curled into a smirk as he too rose into the sky, black energy trailing behind him like a storm’s wake. His crimson eyes glowed with cruel delight.

"I am Moro," the demon announced proudly, his deep voice echoing through the shattered city. "I am a genius of the demon race... though, truth be told, I am nothing compared to the true prodigies of our kind. Still..." His smirk widened, fangs flashing as his voice dropped into venomous mockery. "...someone like me is more than enough to deal with the so-called strongest genius of the humans."

Max tilted his head slightly, his lips tugging into a faint smile. "Moro, huh? A good name." His voice was casual, dismissive, as if tasting the name of an insect he’d soon crush. "Then let’s begin."

Moro’s smirk faltered for a split second at the lack of fear in Max’s tone. But he quickly convinced himself that the boy’s calmness was nothing more than forced composure. ’He doesn’t dare to insult demons. He’s too afraid.’

His body trembled as he powered up, the air itself screaming under the weight of his aura. Black mist poured out of him like liquid night, coiling around his burly frame. His skin rippled as bulging veins surfaced, twitching with the flood of demonic energy coursing through him. The ground below cracked and quaked as if the very city was recoiling from his presence.

The pressure of the 3rd level Concept of Darkness exploded outward, an oppressive void that consumed the light around him. It devoured the atmosphere, bending it into shadow. The air itself trembled, as if caught in a predator’s maw.

"I’ll go first," Moro said coldly, a faint chuckle riding his words.

Then his figure blurred—gone in an instant, as though swallowed by his own darkness.

The next moment, he materialized directly before Max, so close the boy should have had no time to respond. Moro’s clawed hand slashed forward, cutting through the air with lethal precision, aimed straight for Max’s throat. His claws glimmered with condensed darkness, sharp enough to tear steel apart like parchment.

’This ant... he isn’t even reacting!’ Moro laughed inwardly, eyes wide with savage glee. ’He’s frozen in fear—too slow to even comprehend my speed!’

The claws closed in, inches from Max’s neck.

Max’s faint smile never wavered—not when Moro postured, not when he vanished, not even when the claws raced toward his throat. His calm expression was unshakable, as though he had been waiting for this moment from the very start.

Inside, his Three Dimensional Body had already mapped Moro’s every twitch, every distortion in the air, long before the claws reached him.

’Dragon Scales Transformation... activate.’

’Power of 800 Draconic Essences...’

Boom!

In an instant, black glowing scales burst forth across Max’s skin, overlapping plates of draconic might that shimmered with a menacing luster. The surge of raw power shook the air. Moro’s claws, sharp enough to rend boulders, halted dead in their track—caught firmly in Max’s bare right hand.