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title: "Chapter 987: Worst Case Scenario"
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novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
number: 993
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createdAt: "2026-04-15"
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His Three Dimensional Body suddenly screamed an alarm. His senses caught a flash—a projectile moving at impossible speed, slicing through the battlefield and heading straight for his chest.

’Damn, these traitors!’ Max’s eyes burned cold. In that instant, he bent space around himself, activating teleportation with his 3rd level concept. His body vanished in a flicker of lightning and reappeared dozens of meters away, the projectile tearing through where he had just stood, shattering the stone behind him into molten fragments.

"You dodged it?"

The voice was mocking, sharp. Max turned and saw Tower Lord Mathew, his expression twisted in irritation. The man’s hand still glowed faintly, the remnants of the attack swirling around his fingers. He looked almost amused that Max had avoided it.

Before Max could reply, another figure stepped forward from the broken haze—Thunder Lord Xander. His tall figure was wrapped in arcs of violet lightning, his presence oppressive.

He glanced at Mathew, then at Max, his eyes narrowing with something between caution and hunger.

"Don’t forget," Xander said in a low, grim tone, "this little brat is not ordinary. He has the strongest potential out of all the geniuses in Acaris." His words carried venom, like a man spitting out a truth he hated to acknowledge.

Max’s expression hardened. His heart pounded in his chest, but his face betrayed none of it. His gaze was cold as ice, but behind his back, his fingers moved silently. Slowly, carefully, he slipped out the cube—the life-saving token President William had entrusted to him.

He closed his fingers around it, his grip tightening until he crushed it with no hesitation.

Crack!

The cube shattered into fragments of shimmering light, scattering into the air like fireflies.

Max’s lips curled faintly. ’Come fast, President William.’

Because standing before him were not beasts, not mindless monsters—these were traitors of humanity itself. Tower Lord Mathew. Thunder Lord Xander. Men who had sold their race to demons.

Max’s breath hitched, his fingers unconsciously curling into a fist. "Why did you betray the human race?" he asked, his voice cold but steady, though in truth he was buying time—each second mattered until President William arrived.

"Betray?" Tower Lord Mathew’s lips twisted into a cruel smile before he let out a mocking laugh that echoed across the battlefield. "You think too small, boy. We never betrayed the human race... because we were never part of it to begin with."𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

His tone sharpened, carrying an edge that made Max’s skin crawl. "The two great forces you so blindly respected—Void Soul Tower and Thunder Monarch Hall—were never built by humans. Their foundations were laid by demons themselves. We were born of the abyss, raised on demon blood and demon will."

The words struck Max like thunder, his heart skipping a beat. His eyes widened despite his will to stay calm. "What?" he muttered. His thoughts spun wildly, crashing like storm waves in his mind. ’So all this time... Void Soul Tower and Thunder Monarch Hall... were nothing more than demon nests?’

The realization clawed at him, leaving his chest heavy with disbelief.

Tower Lord Mathew leaned forward, his eyes burning with cruel satisfaction as he watched the shock settle on Max’s face. "Now, do you see it? Do you finally realize how deep this conspiracy runs?"

Before Max could answer, Thunder Lord Xander stepped forward, arcs of violet lightning crawling lazily around his body, reflecting his growing impatience. "Max, I’ll admit something to you," he said with a sneer, his words deliberate, each one meant to sink like a poisoned dagger. "Your talent is unmatched. The greatest this world has seen. In another life, you might have even stood above us all."

He narrowed his eyes, voice lowering into something almost pitying. "But the human race doesn’t deserve you. They’re weak. Doomed. And soon, gone."

Max’s eyes narrowed into slits, his pulse thundering in his ears. "What are you saying...?"

Xander’s sneer widened. His words came out like a death sentence. "The humans will lose this war. The war you think ended ten thousand years ago? The war even before the Nulls descended? That war never ended. It has only been delayed. And now..." His eyes glowed with cold certainty. "...in this era, the bloodshed will continue. And when it does, every single human will fall. This planet will be stripped clean. Only demons will remain to rule."

Max’s face darkened, his expression like carved stone. His chest felt heavy as though the weight of the entire world had suddenly been thrown on his shoulders. "And what of the Nulls? What of the Ascendants?" he pressed, his voice grim, though deep down his heart trembled.

Thunder Lord Xander chuckled first, a cruel and sinister sound that was soon followed by a laugh that rumbled from his throat like thunder itself. "Ascendants?" His voice rose, mocking, ringing with disdain.

He stepped closer, lightning dancing violently around him, his voice sharp and venomous. "Listen carefully, Max. Burn this into your memory. The demons have long allied with the Ascendants."

The words landed like a hammer blow. Max’s heart lurched violently in his chest, his thoughts frozen in disbelief. "What...?" he whispered, his pupils trembling.

Xander’s smile widened into a twisted grin, savoring his shock. "Yes. Demons and Ascendants. Two foreign races united. And with them together, do you really think your pathetic humans ever had a chance?"

Max’s eyes widened in disbelief. ’Demons allied with Ascendants?’ His mind raced, images of future battles, of annihilation, of hopeless wars flashing through his thoughts.

It was the worst-case scenario.

Ascendants were already a thorn buried deep in the human race’s flesh for the last ten thousand years. Their very existence was a headache the humans had never been able to cure. And now—if demons truly joined hands with them—the situation for humanity would only spiral further into despair.

Two foreign races, united in power, in schemes, in domination. Against them, humanity’s struggle seemed like the desperate thrashings of ants against a flood.

"Hopeless? Right?" Tower Lord Mathew’s voice broke into Max’s thoughts like a blade carving through silence. His expression was grim, his tone dripping with condescension. "No matter how you look at it, the human race is doomed one way or another. They will perish, whether in this generation or the next."

He leaned forward slightly, his eyes glinting. "But you, Max, you might still have a chance."