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title: "Chapter 1120: A Secret Cave!"
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novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
number: 1126
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createdAt: "2026-04-15"
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"So, there are geniuses fighting them," Max thought, his eyes narrowing as he ran. "If they’re going all out in this place, it can only mean one thing." His expression hardened as a faint smile crossed his face. "There must be Holy Nectar there."

That was the only reason anyone would willingly engage these creatures. Killing the Devouring Ants yielded no benefit otherwise. Their corpses vanished, and they left nothing behind to absorb. Only when Holy Nectar was nearby did it become worth risking one’s life against them.

He increased his speed, the blue lightning around him intensifying. The sound of battle soon reached his ears—a distant, muffled clash of metal, the sharp hiss of energy attacks, and the deafening screeches of the ants. The scent of burnt chitin and blood mingled in the air.

Moments later, Max emerged from the tunnel into a large, open chamber. The scene before him was chaotic and fierce.

Five geniuses were locked in a desperate struggle against a small army of Devouring Ants. The insects covered the ground, crawling over each other as they lunged forward with open mandibles. Sparks, fire, and mana blasts illuminated the chamber in flashes of blue, red, and gold. The thick air shimmered with heat and power.

Despite the chaos, Max’s trained eyes quickly assessed the situation. The five were strong. Their movements were precise, their coordination fluid. They fought with the composure of experienced warriors. Each attack was measured, covering one another as they struck down the ants that lunged from different angles.

Still, it was clear the battle was not easy. The Devouring Ants were unrelenting. Every time one was cut down, another rushed forward to fill its place. Their black shells deflected weaker attacks, and even direct hits left only shallow dents. The geniuses were powerful, but fatigue was beginning to show in their movements.

Just as Max was observing from the edge of the chamber, a sudden shout rang out. One of the fighters caught sight of him, and his voice was filled with disbelief. "What? Another genius with a crown is here?"

The moment the words reached Max’s ears, his figure flickered. Blue lightning burst around him as he vanished from where he stood. In the next instant, he reappeared directly in front of the man who had spoken. His speed was so great that the air itself rippled from the sudden shift.

"What do you mean, another genius with the golden crown?" Max asked, his tone calm but sharp. His hand shot out like lightning, grabbing the man by the collar and lifting him slightly off the ground. The blue sparks from his body danced across the man’s armor, leaving faint scorch marks.

The genius froze, eyes wide with shock. Others turned toward them but didn’t interfere. They knew from the aura radiating off Max that he was far stronger than any of them. The man in Max’s grip hesitated, his lips parting as if to speak, but no words came out.

Max’s gaze darkened. "Are there others with the golden crown here?" he repeated, his tone dropping to a low, dangerous level. The tunnel seemed to grow quieter at the sound of his voice, the battle noise fading slightly into the background.

Still, the man said nothing. His eyes darted briefly to his companions, and Max noticed the same expression mirrored across all their faces—tension and silence. Not one of them was willing to speak.

He frowned, narrowing his eyes. His grip tightened slightly, and faint arcs of blue lightning crawled up the man’s neck, making him flinch. "You’re not answering," Max said coldly, his tone now edged with authority. "So, I’ll ask one last time. Are there other golden crown geniuses here, and if so, where?"

But once again, none of them responded. They looked at him warily, as if weighed down by fear or bound by something else entirely.

Max studied their faces for a few seconds longer, his gaze unwavering. His instincts told him that they weren’t just being cautious—they were hiding something. Something important.

"Heh, let me show you something," Max said with a cold sneer. His left hand still clutched the trembling genius by the collar, lifting him slightly off the ground, while his right hand rose slowly. Black flames burst to life around his palm, swirling into existence like liquid shadows ignited by hellfire.

The flames began to twist violently, condensing into a dense black sphere. The air trembled as the temperature dropped sharply, the sphere emitting a low hum that resonated through the entire chamber. The Devouring Ants that had been crawling toward them suddenly froze, their instincts screaming danger.

In the next instant, the sphere pulsed.

A massive suction force spread out from it, pulling everything within range toward its center. The air distorted, and the sound of crunching, tearing, and screeching filled the chamber. The Devouring Ants, no matter their size or strength, were dragged into the swirling mass of black flames.

Their bodies twisted and contorted before being crushed into fragments within the sphere. Black fire consumed them completely, leaving behind only ashes and stray limbs that scattered across the ground like broken shells.

The entire process lasted only a few seconds, but when it ended, silence filled the chamber. The Devouring Ants that had been moments away from overwhelming the geniuses were gone. All that remained was the faint smell of burnt chitin and the quiet crackle of fading black fire.

Max lowered his hand, the black flames vanishing like smoke. His red eyes gleamed faintly under the dim light of the chamber as he turned his gaze back to the terrified genius he was holding.

"Now," Max said in a calm, low voice that carried an edge of menace, "who wants that treatment next?"

His eyes swept across the other four figures standing nearby. Their faces turned pale instantly, and not one of them dared to move. The power they had just witnessed was unlike anything they had ever seen. The flames hadn’t only burned—it crushed them.

The genius in Max’s grasp swallowed hard, his entire body trembling. He could feel the heat of the black flames still lingering on Max’s skin, the sheer destructive aura pressing against his chest. His will to resist completely collapsed.

"I–I’ll tell you!" he stammered, his voice cracking. "We... we discovered a cave filled with Holy Nectar. It must be a secret chamber where the Devouring Ants store their nectar. But before we could take any of it, two other geniuses with golden crowns arrived. They drove us out and took the place for themselves!"

Max’s expression didn’t change. His crimson eyes stayed fixed on the man as he spoke. "I see," he said quietly. "And where is that cave?"