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title: "Chapter 991: Demon Master Ballion"
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novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
number: 997
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createdAt: "2026-04-15"
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Max stood frozen, his chest heaving, his fists trembling at his sides. ’All of them... gone. Just like that.’ His mind raced, trying to process what he had just witnessed.

Elder Liam’s face was pale, his spear trembling faintly in his grip. Elder Owen and the other Black Lotus elders stared wide-eyed, their flames flickering weakly as shock carved itself into their features.

Tower Lord Mathew and Thunder Lord Xander lowered their heads, not in shock, but in grim acceptance. They had seen this power before. They knew this was what it meant to stand in front of a true demon lord.

Ballion, however, did not even glance at the corpses. His face was the same—calm, detached, utterly unmoved. As if the lives of a thousand Direkins meant no more than ashes in the wind.

He folded his hands behind his back, his robes swaying faintly as his crimson eyes turned toward Max once again.

"You still stand, human," Ballion said, his voice quiet, yet carrying the weight of the world. "That alone... intrigues me."

As he said that, his hand move towards Max as if to grasp him. The air turned suffocating as Ballion’s massive, clawed hand moved forward, reaching for Max as though plucking a helpless insect out of the air.

His crimson eyes gleamed faintly, his fingers curling, the sheer weight of his intent enough to make Max’s body tremble uncontrollably despite his best efforts to resist.

But just as that overwhelming hand was about to seize him—

Boom!

Space itself trembled and rippled. A blinding surge of power manifested before Max, and in the blink of an eye, a figure appeared, materializing like a wall of unshakable will. The figure raised his hand, a simple, effortless wave that collided against Ballion’s grasp.

The air cracked apart. The shockwave from that clash sent debris scattering through the hidden city. And for the first time, the old demon’s hand faltered, pushed back by someone who dared defy him.

Max staggered back, his eyes wide, his heart pounding in relief as he recognized the familiar silhouette.

"President William!"

The president of the Hunter Association stood firmly, his figure tall and imposing, his robes fluttering in the lingering waves of demonic pressure. His aura spread wide, wrapping around Max protectively like an unshakable fortress. His gaze was sharp, his expression dark, fury simmering beneath his calm demeanor as his eyes locked on the towering demons.

On the other side, the older demon’s lips curled upward in a faint smile. "I was wondering when you were going to show yourself." His voice was deep, mocking, yet filled with an eerie calm. His name slipped from his lips like poison.𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

Ballion smiled wider when President William’s cold gaze landed on him.

President William exhaled deeply, his expression grim as he scanned the devastation around them—the corpses of Direkins still bleeding across the shattered stone, the fading stench of ash, the towering old demon still radiating power, and the smirking younger demon standing confidently.

"Demons..." William muttered, his voice heavy, almost bitter. "I suspected you were alive and hiding all these years, but I always told myself my guess was wrong." He shook his head, his tone both weary and resolute. "To see it with my own eyes... to see this filth walking freely again..."

Ballion chuckled darkly, the sound reverberating through the broken city like the hiss of serpents. "Your suspicion wasn’t wrong, human. Your kind is always so close to the truth but too afraid to face it. You speak of us like whispers in the dark, but here we are, standing before you again."

His crimson eyes narrowed, glinting with cruel amusement. "Your predecessor fought us, yes. He even came close to defeating us in that war. But almost is never enough."

The demon spread his arms wide, his voice echoing like a sinister sermon. "We were simply too many to be killed. The sealing was only a temporary measure, a desperate trick. Some of us fell, yes. Many were bound. But not all. A few of us broke through before the seal locked in place."

Ballion placed a clawed hand over his chest, bowing slightly, though his smirk never faltered. "And I am one of them. Remember my name, human. I am Demon Master Ballion."

His voice lingered in the air, each word heavy with menace, as if daring William and Max alike to resist the inevitable truth—that the demons were back, and their shadows stretched farther than anyone could have feared.

The air grew unbearably tense, the broken stones of the hidden city vibrating under the weight of the conversation.

President William’s gaze sharpened, his voice low but steady. "What do the demons want from humans? Or should I say... from our planet, Acaris?"

For a moment, Ballion’s crimson eyes glimmered with something strange—mockery mixed with a faint trace of menace. His smirk widened, baring sharp teeth.

"That," he sneered, "is something you are not qualified to know." His tone was laced with contempt, each word cutting deep like poisoned steel.

"Though..." He tilted his head slightly, the ancient runes glowing faintly across his robe as if resonating with his dark energy. "...I will give you a hint. We demons did not invade merely to toy with your fragile race. We invaded because something very important fell into this world. Long, long ago. Something beyond your comprehension. And we want it back."

President William’s eyes narrowed to slits. His mind reeled with the implication, but his face betrayed nothing but grim resolve. That vague revelation alone was enough. Enough to confirm that their invasion was not random slaughter but guided by a larger plan. Enough to realize that their world was caught in a far greater storm than he had feared.

That was all he wanted to know.

The ground cracked beneath William’s feet as his aura surged to life. His entire body roared with killing intent, blazing like a war god descending from the heavens.

Golden war runes manifested faintly along his skin, and his very presence radiated an unyielding battle force. The 4th level Concept of War erupted from him in full glory, a storm of battle intent so suffocating it forced Ballion’s pressure back.

The suffocating weight that had bound Elder Liam, Elder Owen, and the other Black Lotus Guild elders shattered like brittle glass. They gasped, shoulders heaving as their knees finally lifted off the ground. William’s aura gave them air again, though even then they trembled at the sheer scale of the confrontation before them.