Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100

William froze. His eyes widened slightly, then narrowed as memory flashed in his mind—the scene of Moro screaming, burning alive, consumed by Max’s black and purple flames.

”You don’t mean...” he muttered, voice rough with realization. ”When you burned that demon... Moro...”

”Didn’t that demon, Master Ballion, say it himself? That the demons were after something that fell into our world a very long time ago?” Max leaned forward slightly, his tone sharpened. ”Guess what? In Moro’s memories, I saw what that thing was. It isn’t a weapon, nor some artifact, nor a hidden world. It’s a drop of blood. Just a single drop of blood that fell into Acaris countless ages ago. That drop is what the demons are after.”

President William’s eyes narrowed, his breathing hitching faintly.

Max continued, his voice solemn and unhurried. ”They call it True Origin Devil Blood. Or simply, Devil Blood. According to them, this is the reason they invaded our world ten thousand years ago. This is the reason they fought humanity, the reason they tore their way through our ancestors. Even now, after so many years, they are still searching for that one drop of blood.” He clenched his fist on his knee. ”And if Moro’s memories are anything to go by, they will stop at nothing until they find it.”

For a long moment, silence hung heavy. The oil lamp flickered, shadows stretching across William’s hardened face.

”...A drop of blood,” President William muttered, his brows furrowed deeply. ”True Origin Devil Blood.” He repeated the term slowly, as though trying to weigh its meaning against the endless records in his mind. His expression turned grave, almost conflicted. ”As far as the records of the Hunter Association go, we have kept every trace of history tied to demons and Nulls, every war, every anomaly. Yet... there has never been mention of this blood. Not once.”

His voice lowered, carrying the edge of unease. ”If it truly exists, then it is something far older than our records, perhaps even older than the sealing war itself.”

Max’s gaze darkened further. ”And that means the demons aren’t just wandering blindly. They know something. They’ve waited for ten thousand years, hidden in shadows, rebuilding forces, planting seeds like Void Soul Tower and Thunder Monarch Hall, all for this one thing. This one drop of blood.”

William’s golden aura flickered faintly again as he sank into thought, the room trembling faintly with his presence. Finally, he raised his head. ”If there is any force in the Middle Domain that has knowledge about such a thing... it would be the Four God Nation.” His voice was steady but filled with gravity. ”They are the oldest and deepest-rooted power that exists. Even older than the Hunter Association. If knowledge of such a drop of blood survived anywhere, it would be with them.”

Max’s eyes flickered, sharp as lightning. ”What about the Four God Nation, then? Are they doing anything about the demons or not?” His voice carried a cutting edge, almost accusatory. ”The appearance of demons isn’t a small matter. It concerns the entire world. And if they’re the strongest force on this planet, then shouldn’t they already be acting?”

President William leaned back in his chair, his golden eyes dimmed with exhaustion, yet his aura still carried the weight of command. ”I have already informed the Four God Nation of this matter,” he said slowly, his tone grave. ”But I have yet to receive any word from them. No reply. No movement.” His brows furrowed faintly, but he hid the rest of his thoughts behind a calm exterior.

’I wonder... will they directly call the Sovereign Conference because of this?’ William thought silently, the possibility both exciting and terrifying. If the Sovereign Conference was held, it meant the matter had escalated to the highest stage of urgency, a gathering of powers so rare it had only been convened a handful of times in recorded history.

Breaking his thoughts, William turned his eyes back to Max. His expression softened, becoming uncharacteristically solemn. ”Max, the information you’ve provided just now is invaluable. It isn’t just another report or discovery—it is a key that could change the very direction of our war against demons.”

He rose to his feet suddenly. And to Max’s surprise, President William bowed deeply. ”For this,” he said firmly, his voice steady and sincere, ”I, as the President of the Hunter Association, am deeply grateful to you.”

Max’s eyes widened. He moved quickly, stepping forward to stop the man. ”President William, what are you doing? Please—stand! Don’t bow to me. It’s my responsibility as a human to help the human race. Nothing more. I only did what I had to.”

William shook his head, but he straightened slowly. His face, however, remained serious, his tone heavier than before. ”No, Max. You don’t understand the weight of what you’ve given me. For centuries we have fought demons and Nulls, always reacting, always defending. We never truly understood why the demons came, what they wanted from us, what drove their endless invasions.”

His hands clenched into fists, a rare glimmer of heat in his eyes. ”But now we know. Now, with this knowledge, we no longer need to be passive. We can finally take the war to them.”

The room seemed to tremble faintly as his aura surged, his conviction blazing through.

Max nodded, his expression calm but his mind agreeing wholeheartedly. This information—about the True Origin Devil Blood—truly changed everything. For the first time in ten thousand years, humans had a piece of the puzzle.

”Alright, you can go now,” William said after a long silence, his aura finally receding back into his control. His tone shifted back into command. ”I have already begun handling the matter of the Void Soul Tower and the Thunder Monarch Hall. Their betrayal won’t be allowed to continue unchecked.”

His gaze hardened. ”As for you... lay low for now. With how brightly you’ve been shining, you are no doubt marked as a target. The demons will have placed you squarely in their kill list. Don’t make it easy for them.”

He added, his voice firm, almost stern. ”And one more thing, Max—don’t tell anyone else about the information you learned from the demons. Not your friends, not even your allies. The fewer who know, the safer you and the human race will be. This must stay sealed until the right time.”