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title: "Chapter 1007: Max’s Rage"
slug: "ch-1013"
novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
number: 1013
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wordCount: 1100
createdAt: "2026-04-15"
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Max’s steps quickened, his instincts screaming. The moment he exited the sanctum, a messenger knelt before Princess Lyra and Emperor Hermes, handing over a scroll sealed with the emblem of the Hunter Association.

Lyra’s face drained of color as she read, her hands trembling just slightly. Hermes’s expression, always calm, darkened into something thunderous.

"Max," Lyra whispered, her voice unusually tight, "you should see this." She handed him the scroll.

He unfolded it quickly, his eyes moving across the words. The blood in his veins turned to ice.

The demons had stopped hiding. They had fully, openly revealed themselves. Not in whispers. Not in secret chambers. But in the most brutal, decisive way possible.

They had conquered fifty regions in the southern Middle Domain.

Fifty.

The names written on the parchment leapt out at him like daggers: Greenwood Region—the home of the Void Soul Tower. Dark Cloud Region—where the Thunder Monarch Hall had reigned for centuries. And forty-eight others, swallowed like nothing.

The Void Soul Tower and Thunder Monarch Hall were gone. Their facades stripped bare. Their territories now nothing but bones under the demons’ banners.

And worse—the reports stated that every human living in those fifty regions had been slaughtered. Every man, woman, and child.

Max clenched the scroll so hard it nearly tore. His jaw locked, fury burning behind his eyes. ’Slaughtered... all of them... just to send a message.’

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The entire Middle Domain had been thrown into chaos.

Previously, the demons’ existence had been like whispers of smoke. A hideout here. A spy uncovered there. They had been specters, always hiding, always striking from the shadows. Now, they had marched into the open and planted their flag in blood.

Fifty regions. Their territory. Their stronghold. Their declaration.𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

The Hunter Association responded immediately. The very night the news spread, President William issued a war decree. For the first time in thousands of years, the notice was clear and merciless: War with the demons is official.

The chosen battlefield was the Blue Rock Region, a borderland between the human-held territories and the newly conquered south. It was rich in open plains, jagged mountains, and endless stone valleys—a perfect crucible for a war of two races. Both sides could deploy armies without restriction.

Blue Rock Region would be remembered in history. Either as the ground where humanity pushed back, or as the place where their doom began.

"Millions of human lives have been lost..." Max muttered under his breath, his voice low and hollow as though the words themselves carried the weight of corpses. He sat on the edge of his bed, his back pressed against the cold wall, the dim light of the chamber flickering across his face. Before him, dozens of holographic screens projected reports, maps, images of burning cities, and lists of the conquered regions. Screams and static echoes from the recordings rang faintly in his ears.

He stared at them, numb, the enormity of it pressing against his chest like a mountain.

"Why does it feel like this...?" he whispered to himself, eyes burning with an ache he didn’t quite understand. "I’ve killed without hesitation before. Humans die. They’ve always died. Everyone, at one point, will die..." His hands tightened into fists, knuckles whitening. "Then why the fuck am I feeling so pissed? Why now?"

The images of slaughtered towns and empty cities flashed again—streets soaked with blood, towers reduced to rubble, children and elders alike butchered. His teeth clenched so hard his jaw trembled.

"These demons..." His voice cracked with raw rage as his eyes reddened, pupils glinting faintly like molten embers. A wave of violent energy surged from his body, crashing against the walls of the room. His aura darkened, leaking infernal energy unconsciously. "I will fucking kill them all!"

The air quaked. The floor beneath his feet split with tiny cracks. His power boiled, threatening to tear the room apart.

And then—he exhaled sharply, forcing the storm back into his chest. He gripped his arm tightly, closing his eyes. Slowly, painfully, he reined it in until the room fell silent once more.

"First the Nulls," he muttered bitterly, his tone filled with exhaustion. "And now these demons..." His voice dipped, almost like a confession. "Even with my strength—I can only kill some Mythic Rank experts—I still can’t stop this war. I can’t stop millions from dying. I feel... powerless."

He let his head drop forward, his voice breaking into a sigh.

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"You look like you’re in very deep thought."

The words broke the silence like a bell.

Max’s eyes opened, his head tilting up slightly as Lady Divine walked into the room. She looked radiant even in the dim light, her long blue hair shimmering faintly, her eyes filled with quiet wisdom. But her tone carried a hint of teasing warmth.

Max straightened quickly, pushing himself off the bed. "It’s nothing." He waved a hand dismissively, though his eyes betrayed the storm still raging within.

Lady Divine’s lips curved into a faint smile as she shook her head knowingly. "Nothing? Then why could I sense the infernal energy raging inside you from miles away?" Her tone was calm, but sharp, like a healer diagnosing a wound. "You were leaking it without restraint. If I could sense it, so could others. You’re lucky it was me who came here and not one of your enemies."

Max stiffened for a moment, his gaze shifting away. He sighed, rubbing his temple. "...I let it slip."

"Not just slip." Lady Divine’s eyes softened, but her words remained pointed. "You were drowning in it. Anger. Helplessness. Hatred. That’s when infernal energy digs the deepest into your heart—when you feel powerless but crave to tear everything apart."

Max became silent for a moment. Due to her coming over to his room for the past three months, they had became very familiar with each other. She even often guided him on the path of soul cultivation and runes.

He sat back down on the edge of the bed, his head lowered, his fists clenched so tightly that blood almost drew from his palms. His voice cracked with suppressed rage.

"It’s just... so many humans were killed by these demons," he said, forcing the words out, his chest heavy. "And I—" his teeth ground, his face twisted with frustration, "—I find myself powerless to do anything. I feel like crap. Useless. In the face of this whole war."

He looked up at her, eyes dark and red-rimmed. "Surely I can help when I reach Divine Rank... but wouldn’t everything be over at that point? Wouldn’t it be too late?"