Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100

Chapter 1549  Fury Burns The Heart - 3

A strange silence fell over Max as the whisper coiled tighter around his thoughts, no longer something distant, no longer something he could ignore. It was right there, pressing against his will, offering him everything he desired in that moment.

Power.

Revenge.

Destruction.

For a brief instant, his gaze flickered.

Then—

He smiled.

It was not a normal smile. It was twisted, filled with a chilling madness that made the air around him grow cold despite the violent energy rising within his body. It was the kind of smile that came when restraint finally shattered, when something deep within a person chose to stop holding back.

"Give me..." Max murmured softly, his voice low and dangerous, as if he had already made his decision long before this moment arrived.

The hesitation vanished.

"Infernal Demon Transformation… Full release."

The words echoed like a forbidden decree.

And in the next instant, a beam of red light released from his body tore through the air into the clouds.

Just at that happened a violent surge of power erupted from within his body, spreading outward in a terrifying wave as if something ancient had been unsealed. His aura twisted, no longer pure, no longer stable, but warped into something dark and oppressive that made the very space around him distort.

His skin began to shift first.

A deep crimson color spread rapidly from his chest, racing across his body until every inch of him was stained in an intense, blood-like red. It was not just his skin. His entire being transformed. From his hair to the very tips of his fingers, even down to his toes, everything turned into that same terrifying shade, as if he had been reborn from within a sea of blood.

His hair darkened and then ignited into a crimson glow, strands lifting as demonic energy surged through him. His eyes which were already red began to glow in deep shades of demonic red.

Then came the pressure.

It exploded outward.

The ground beneath him cracked as a suffocating demonic aura descended upon the surroundings, so heavy that even those watching from afar felt their breathing hitch. It was no longer the aura of a human.

It was something far more sinister.

Something that did not belong.

A sharp tearing sound echoed through the air.

From his back, two massive wings burst forth, formed from pure demonic energy. They spread wide behind him, dark and ominous, their surface rippling like living shadows, exuding a presence that felt both ancient and destructive.

At the same time, his forehead began to change.

The skin split slightly as two curved horns pushed outward, growing steadily until they stood proudly atop his head. They were dark, sharp, and menacing, carrying an aura that radiated absolute dominance.

Max's transformation was complete.

He stood there in the sky, no longer resembling the human who had arrived moments ago. His entire body radiated a terrifying red glow, while his demonic wings stretched behind him, casting a shadow that seemed to swallow the light itself.

The horns atop his head gave him the appearance of a true infernal being, one that had stepped out from the depths of hell.

And his eyes—

They burned.

Not with light.

But with endless hatred.

Just as the infernal power surged higher, threatening to consume the last remnants of his sanity, Max forced himself to hold on. The darkness clawed at his thoughts, whispering endlessly, trying to drag him deeper into its abyss, but at the very edge of losing himself, he gathered what little clarity remained.

Then he whispered to himself.

"Keeper's Dominion."

The moment the skill activated, a sharp shift occurred within him. It was as if an invisible force descended upon his mind, sweeping away the suffocating evil chaos that had begun to take root. The whispers vanished. The overwhelming hatred, though still present, was no longer wild and uncontrollable. It became contained.

The infernal power still roared within him, but it no longer ruled him.

It obeyed to his will.

Max inhaled slowly, his crimson eyes regaining a chilling clarity as his thoughts aligned once more. The demonic aura surrounding him did not weaken. If anything, it felt even more terrifying now that it was under his control.

'This power… it's even stronger than before,' he thought, a faint flicker of realization passing through his mind as he felt the sheer magnitude of strength coursing through his transformed body.

And then—

He moved.

His figure vanished.

There was no warning. No visible motion. One moment he stood in the air like a demonic sovereign, and the next, he was gone, leaving behind only a faint distortion where he had been.

The elves barely had time to react.

Before one of the guards could even shift his gaze, Max appeared directly in front of him.

Too fast.

Far too fast.

The elf's eyes widened in shock, his instincts screaming danger, but his body could not keep up. There was no time to defend. No time to evade.

Max's fist drove forward.

It did not stop.

With terrifying precision and overwhelming force, his hand pierced straight through the elf's chest, tearing through flesh, bone, and organs as if they were nothing. The impact was brutal, absolute, leaving no room for resistance.

For a single moment, everything froze.

Max's arm emerged from the elf's back, drenched in blood.

Silence followed.

A suffocating, heavy silence.

The elf guard, a peak Law Manifestation Realm expert, stood there with his eyes still wide, his expression locked in disbelief as his life slipped away in an instant he could not even comprehend.

Then his body went limp.

And collapsed.

The scene… shattered everyone's understanding.

All around the hexagonal barrier, every single person stood frozen, their expressions turning from curiosity to complete shock.

"What…?"

Someone's voice trembled, unable to even form a complete sentence.

A peak Law Manifestation Realm expert…killed instantly by a single strike by someone who had just moments ago been dismissed as a reckless fool at the peak of the Rebirth Realm.

Their gazes shifted back to Max.

No—

To that figure.

That being.

The crimson body. The demonic wings spreading behind him. The dark horns curving from his head. The suffocating aura that felt like it came from the depths of hell itself.

He no longer looked human.

He looked like a devil that had descended into their world.

The shock deepened.

"What… what is that thing?"

"That's not a human…"

"How did he just kill a Law Manifestation Realm expert like that?"

Disbelief turned into fear as the reality of what they had just witnessed began to settle in.

Even the major forces who had remained indifferent until now felt their expressions change.

The young woman from the Sword God Palace narrowed her eyes, the calm in her gaze breaking for the first time as she stared at Max's transformed figure.

"That transformation…" she whispered, her voice no longer as certain as before.

Not far away, the members of the Accession Hall had gone silent, the earlier mockery completely gone from their faces. The young man who had laughed moments ago now stood stiff, his eyes locked onto Max with a trace of unease he could not hide.