Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100

Chapter 1022: Back To the Lost Continent

A fire ignited in Maxʼs heart, a hatred so sharp it carved through his grief. He didnʼt want to blame anyone but the demons—they were the butchers who destroyed his world. But the fact that the strongest human alive had turned his back, had simply watched while millions were slaughtered, gnawed at him like a rot. To ignore it was unbearable.

His rage bled into his aura. Scarlet flames erupted around his figure, and with a sharp crack, two enormous wings of blood-red light unfurled from his back. They glistened like blades of burning crystal, spreading wide enough to blot out the light above him.

With a powerful beat of those wings, Maxʼs body surged upward, cutting through the clouds like a comet of rage.

He soared high into the sky, his figure trailing a scarlet brilliance, heading straight for the Lost Continent.

When he arrived, the sight before him only fueled his conflicted emotions. The continent was peaceful. The forests were lush, untouched by fire or corruption. Human cities thrived quietly alongside the graceful halls of the elves.

Children ran through cobblestone streets, their laughter echoing in the distance. Farmers worked their fields. The rivers were clear and shimmering with light. It was as though war had never touched this land at all.

Maxʼs jaw tightened. ʼThe twin demons really didnʼt attack the Lost Continent…ʼ

Suppressing the storm inside him, he descended toward the towering structure that pierced the horizon—the Tower of Truth. Its golden spire shimmered faintly under the sun, sacred and eternal. As his figure neared, he unleashed his Three Dimensional Body, scanning every inch of the tower, every chamber within its vast, mysterious depths.

And then—relief washed over him like a tide. His eyes softened, his chest loosening from the suffocating grip of guilt. Inside the tower, he saw them. Amelia. Jack. Aelric. The others. All alive. All safe. Each of them sat in deep meditation, their minds immersed in the comprehension of laws within the Tower of Truth. They were untouched by the massacre of Valora, protected within this sanctuary.

Max exhaled shakily, his wings trembling behind him. For the first time since the destruction, a massive weight lifted from his heart.

Without hesitation, he descended further, pushing open the concealed passage leading to the towerʼs secret chamber. As the heavy doors slid open, golden light poured out, warm and sacred. Inside, a figure formed, woven from the very essence of the towerʼs energy.

”Max,” the figure greeted him, its voice both ancient and kind. The golden humanoid body of the Tower Spirit stood tall, radiating wisdom. ”You are here again.”

Maxʼs crimson eyes narrowed slightly as he studied the golden figure shimmering before him. The chamber pulsed faintly with sacred light, yet the heaviness in his chest refused to leave.

”Did anything strange happen while I was away?” he asked quietly, his tone calm but edged with caution.

The Tower Spiritʼs golden form flickered once before shaking its head. ”Everything has been fine since you left,” it replied evenly, its voice smooth and echoing faintly within the walls of the chamber.

Max gave a small nod, his expression unreadable. He lingered in silence for a few breaths, then finally asked the question that had been gnawing at him. ”Do you know about the demons who invaded our world more than ten thousand years ago… even before the nulls descended upon us?”

The Tower Spiritʼs eyes gleamed faintly. ”I do.”

The firmness of that answer surprised Max, though he kept his face steady. His fingers curled at his sides as the spirit continued.

”They did indeed invade our world,” the Tower Spirit said, its voice gaining weight. ”It was a war unlike any other—ruthless, merciless. But humanity managed to prevail. The demons were pushed back. Most were sealed away by the strongest of that era. Yet… not all. I heard rumors—whispers—that some escaped the sealing. Whether that information is accurate, I cannot say.”

Maxʼs eyes darkened as he listened. His chest tightened as if he could feel the weight of those ancient wars pressing down on him. He closed his eyes briefly, exhaling. Then, his voice came again, lower this time. ”Do you know where the demons were sealed away?”

”I do.” The Tower Spiritʼs answer was immediate. Its golden body pulsed with light as it spoke. ”Before the original owner of this tower departed, he entrusted me with knowledge of the great truths of this world. Among them was the knowledge of where the demons were sealed.”

Maxʼs eyes snapped open, crimson irises glinting with sharp anticipation.

”There are two places,” the Tower Spirit said gravely. ”Two great sanctuaries within the Middle Domain. The first… is the headquarters of the Hunter Association, known as the Hunter Tower. The second… is the Bright Buddha Palace. The original master told me these were the places where the ancient seals lie. There, the demons slumber still.”

Max froze. His chest tightened as those two names echoed in his ears. ”The Hunter Association… and the Bright Buddha Palace?” he repeated under his breath, as if to confirm what he had heard.

His mind raced. Images of the Almond Region surfaced—the endless battles between humans and nulls, the ceaseless warfronts that never seemed to quiet down. He had always thought it was simply another front line, a bloody skirmish in the larger war against the nulls. But now… knowing that demons had been sealed within the Hunter Tower?

It was no coincidence. It couldnʼt be.

The realization struck like lightning.

ʼThe demons… and the nulls…ʼ

Maxʼs expression darkened. His crimson hair shimmered, shifting deeper in hue as his aura trembled violently. His red eyes burned brighter, glowing like embers stoked by a storm. The room itself seemed to tighten under the weight of his presence as his infernal energy stirred restlessly.

The golden figure of the Tower Spirit flickered, its luminous eyes widening as it studied Max. Its voice trembled with something close to disbelief. ”So much infernal energy… What happened to you?”

Maxʼs crimson aura pulsed violently, but his expression remained composed, his glowing eyes cold. He shook his head slightly. ”Nothing worth mentioning. Instead, tell me something… do you know why the demons invaded our world? Did the original owner ever say anything about this?”