Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1283 Unexpected Revelations!!

"No," the four demon kings replied in unison, their voices steady and resonant like the tolling of ancient bells. "That solitary drop of blood never reached the grasp of the divine beasts." Stepping forward, the first demon king explained, "It landed upon a golden crown, staining it a deep crimson. It was a stroke of terrible luck for us, as that golden crown belonged to the crownbearer of this realm."

"What?" Max’s eyes stretched wide. The revelation struck him with the force of a physical impact, causing his mind to momentarily seize. Though he had considered many outcomes, this was never one of them. The crown worn by the world's protector had been tainted by the essence blood of a true devil.

The ramifications were terrifying. While he had braced himself for tales of ancient wars and divine beasts, this specific detail held consequences far more severe than anything he had previously imagined.

Observing the visible shock on Max’s face, Balthazar’s lips twisted into a mocking sneer. "Does this surprise you, Max?" he jeered. "It certainly should. Did you truly think your world's crownbearer became such a depraved monster on his own? Something had to warp his soul into the creature you recognize today." He threw his arms wide with dramatic flair, clearly savoring the distress his words caused.

"True Origin Devil Blood..." Max muttered, his words forced through gritted teeth. His pupils shook as the reality of the situation took hold. The pieces of the puzzle were finally fitting together. The corruption, Mark’s sudden downfall, and the jarring transition from a virtuous guardian to a demonic foe—it all made sense now. There was no other possibility.

"Bingo!" Balthazar erupted into a boisterous, triumphant laugh that rolled across the battlefield. "True Origin Devil Blood isn't some common demonic fluid. It is the essence blood of a true devil, a being existing far beyond the limits of mortal comprehension. Even those who have mastered the Divine Realm would fall to its rot. Imagine the effect it had on the poor crownbearer of this world. Once the most virtuous of humans and the destined shield against all evil, that single drop transformed him into the most terrifying villain your world has ever seen."

Max felt a tightness in his chest. His breathing became labored as the weight of these truths shattered every assumption he had left.

The history of this land had always been complex, but this reality pushed it into a territory he never thought possible. The four divine beasts, the four demon kings, the True Origin Devil Blood, the collapse of the Ascension Tunnel, and Mark’s corruption—every thread was knotted together in a sequence of events that began long before Max’s birth.

"The poor crownbearer," the first demon king remarked, his voice devoid of both pity and mockery, carrying only the gravity of ancient history. "He arrived with haste to defend this realm from the eight external threats that had descended. We four demon kings came in pursuit of the True Origin Devil Blood, while the four divine beasts arrived with their own agendas. As the world's guardian, the crownbearer stood against us all. For a time, he succeeded in his mission. He kept us at bay, halted widespread ruin, and protected the mortals who looked to him for safety."

The demon king took a breath before continuing in a slower, more somber tone. "However, just as our forces drew near the True Origin Devil Blood and prepared to claim it, the four divine beasts struck. They conspired to toss the drop of blood onto the crownbearer’s crown, assuming his spirit was strong enough to endure its power. They hoped he would either cleanse or annihilate it. Instead, the blood corrupted him beyond any hope of redemption."

His expression darkened further as he added, "We tried to pull the blood from the crown after seeing his aura shift so violently, but the damage was done. The crown was tainted. The blood merged with the crownbearer's very soul, warping every fiber of his being until he was unrecognizable. His descent began the very second that drop touched his brow."

Max felt the profound gravity of those words settle within him. Mark had been doing nothing more than his duty, rushing to save a world he was sworn to protect, yet that very act of heroism became the catalyst for his ruin.

He had been turned into a vessel for a power that no living soul should ever encounter. An unexpected wave of sympathy washed over Max. The man he had viewed as his ultimate enemy had once been the world's greatest savior.

The second demon king moved forward with a grim look. "It didn't take long for the rot to consume him entirely. The crownbearer became a mindless engine of slaughter. He roamed your lands, killing without thought or mercy. He decimated human cities, wiped out entire clans, and snuffed out countless lives. To him, the mortals he once vowed to save became nothing but weak prey. For years, no force could restrain him. His strength matched that of the divine beasts, and the corruption only served to magnify his power."

The demon king’s voice dropped to a whisper, as if recalling nightmares. "The four divine beasts eventually realized the disaster they had triggered. They saw that their choices had doomed the crownbearer and sentenced your world to an age of agony. Consumed by regret, they chose to leave their bloodlines behind before departing. They distributed their essence among selected mortals, praying that a future generation, born with those divine traces, would eventually grow powerful enough to strike down the fallen crownbearer."

Finally, the full scope of the tragedy became clear to Max. He frowned deeply as the timeline aligned in his mind. Every major event in this world—the rise of elite Ascendants, the fluctuations in energy, the birth of the Four God Nation, the horrific legends of the crownbearer’s insanity, and the presence of demons and divine beasts—had all been sparked by one drop of True Origin Devil Blood.

A single drop was all it took to pull eight massive powers into the mortal world, shatter the peace of entire realms, ruin the world's purest defender, and rewrite the destiny of all mankind.

As Max contemplated this, a heavy silence fell over him. This world's past wasn't just a tragedy; it was a catastrophe. It was an event so massive that no history book could ever fully capture its horror. He finally understood why the past felt so burdened, why Mark had fallen so far, and why the fate of this world had always been tied to powers far beyond human understanding.