Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100

Chapter 600: Devil God Nation

Just as he was weighing the consequences, something stirred violently within his body. His Black Dragon Chaotic Bloodline surged to life without warning. Heat coursed through his veins, concentrating around his right arm.

Max hissed through clenched teeth as a burning sensation flared beneath the skin. In moments, the green turtle-like mark began to smolder—then char—and finally dissolve into nothingness. Max blinked in disbelief.

”It’s gone!” he muttered in awe, inspecting his now-clear arm. The Black Tortoise Bloodline’s mark had been completely erased—scorched away by the fierce dominance of his own chaotic bloodline.

Blob chuckled in approval, the tension in his voice loosening. ”You’re good, kid. I underestimated your bloodline. It’s more than dominant—it’s outright sovereign. To erase a mark from the Xuan Family without external help? That’s something even the Four God Nation might fear one day.”

Then, his voice dipped into caution again. ”But don’t get too comfortable. The mark might be gone, but that mechanism wasn’t just local. Someone—maybe the elders already knows you killed Silus. They may not know where you are just yet, but your face... your presence... it might already be known. Be careful.”

Max nodded, a dark resolve in his eyes. If the Xuan Family was going to hunt him, then so be it. Let them come. He’d face them all if he had to.

For now, there was still one more thing to do. He turned his gaze toward Silus’s mangled corpse, walking slowly toward it.

As he reached out his right hand, it burst into ghostly purple flames. ”Time to extract your secrets, Silus,” Max muttered coldly. ”Let’s see what you were hiding.”

Max lowered his right hand, letting the ghostly purple flames lick across the cold, broken corpse of Silus. There was no ceremony to it—just purpose.

The moment the flames made contact, they spread with unnatural precision, consuming the body in seconds. Silus’s flesh, bones, blood—all of it—crumbled to cinders, leaving behind only a wisp of fading ash.

Then, without warning, Max’s mind was pulled into a torrent of visions. The Ashes of Insight had activated. Scenes began to flash one after another in rapid succession—memories not his own—recollections from a life now ended.

It was like being thrown into a storm of thoughts, sensations, and history. He saw Silus as a child, training under the pressure of divine expectations; as a young prodigy learning the secrets of the Citadel; as a proud descendant of the Xuan Family being told what it meant to carry the Black Tortoise Bloodline.

Countless moments—years of ambition, fear, power, hatred—rushed through Max’s consciousness in mere minutes. And in those memories, he saw something else—something ancient. Something buried.

Max slowly opened his eyes, his breathing shallow, mind trying to process the flood of information. After a moment, he steadied himself, sorting through what he had seen. ”So, the original owner of the Citadel… was the Divine King of the Fifth Family,” Max muttered under his breath, eyes narrowing. ”When the Four God Nation was still the Five God Nation.”

That piece alone sent a ripple of shock through his thoughts. He had heard of Five God Nation only from the mouth of Blob who existed since ten thousand years ago. But from Silus’s memories, the truth had been preserved—at least among those high enough to know.

Once, long ago, there were five divine bloodlines in Acaris, not four. The fifth was the Devil God Nation with Devil God Bloodline.

”According to his memories,” Max continued slowly, thinking aloud, ”in that distant past, when someone reached the absolute peak of Divine Rank—the final limit of the Mortal Realm—they could ascend. They could truly enter the Divine Realm.” His tone grew heavy with awe and realization. That was the path… the path that no one had walked for thousands of years. That was the truth buried in silence.

But what shook him most wasn’t the path to divinity—it was the fate of the Fifth Nation. ”Divine King Atherion,” Max whispered the name with a strange reverence, ”the ruler of the Devil God Nation… he was the last one to ascend.” And it was that very act—his ascension—that led to the downfall of the Devil God Nation.

Max clenched his fists, eyes blazing with clarity. ”So that’s what the Citadel is… it’s the last legacy of the Devil God Nation.”

According to the memories Max had absorbed from Silus, the truth behind the Devil God Nation was far darker than any legend had dared to whisper. Unlike the other four divine nations—each founded upon the principles of celestial harmony, order, and reverence for sacred beasts—the Devil God Nation stood as a blight upon the world.

Its roots weren’t in enlightenment or unity, but in terror, chaos, and forbidden power. The very foundations of their civilization had been carved from blood rituals and soul sacrifices. Their inheritance methods twisted the natural order, drawing from corrupted laws—darkness, death, decay, and the unnameable forces from beyond the veil of the living.

Where the Dragon, Phoenix, Black Tortoise, and White Tiger symbolized balance and purity, the Devil God Nation had knelt before a forgotten entity born from the void beyond death, a chaos god whose name had been erased from mortal tongues.

Their temples oozed with demonic energy, ancient and hateful. Their cities, surrounded by bone-carved walls, breathed fear into even the bravest souls. And their capital, the Crimson Abyss Citadel, was cloaked in an eternal black mist so vile it could corrode the soul of any mortal who dared breathe it in.

The people of this nation weren’t merely strong—they were abominations. The elites traded years of life for demonic strength, reshaping their own bodies into grotesque, monstrous forms that existed only to kill, destroy, and devour.

No pact could be made with them. No peace ever lasted. The Devil God Nation existed not to co-exist but to dominate—to plunge the world into a new dark era ruled by primal chaos where only raw power mattered.

It was inevitable, then, that after Divine King Atherion ascended to the Divine Realm, the balance broke. The moment their king left, the other four nations—who had always feared the Devil God Nation—acted as one.

For the first and only time in history, the Four God Nations united their armies and descended upon their oldest rival. Even though the Devil God Nation was the strongest, the combined might of the four divine clans was overwhelming.

War raged. The land bled. And slowly, the Devil God Nation fell. Their armies were crushed, their towers toppled, their temples shattered, and their people hunted to extinction. Entire bloodlines were erased, cities turned to ash, records purged from history.

The Fifth Nation—once feared above all—was removed from the world so thoroughly that only myths dared mention its name. Until now.

As Max stood there, his purple flames slowly fading after consuming the last remnants of Silus’ corpse, a heavy silence settled around him. His mind churned with the flood of memories he had just witnessed—an entire history buried beneath layers of propaganda, lies, and forgotten truths.

”Devil God Nation…” he whispered to himself, the name tasting both cursed and sacred on his tongue.