Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1292 A small talk with Mark

"What is it you want?" Max questioned as he stood before Mark. His voice lacked any trace of fear or enmity. Instead, a heavy stillness resided in his words, a change sparked by the grim reality of Mark's fall from grace. The resentment he once harbored had transformed into a more tangled emotion. No longer was Mark merely the villain who destabilized his world; he was a casualty of a catastrophe that terrified even the entities of the Divine Realm. Armed with this realization, Max spoke with a rare sense of moderation.

"Nothing at all," Mark answered, a thin smile appearing on his distorted, corrupted face. "This world belongs to me, so I have never truly left. I have watched from the shadows while you and your allies struggled. I must admit, your growth in Cultivation is startling. You are nearly as powerful as I am." His words carried a blend of mockery and caution, hinting at a hidden significance beneath the surface.

Max’s brow furrowed. "What point are you trying to make? Quit stalling and speak plainly."

Tilting his head with that same smile, Mark continued. "For millennia, the demons have remained hidden on this planet. Your people must have wondered how they stayed concealed for so long and where they retreated between their bloody crusades. This realm served as their sanctuary. And I was the one who provided it." He spoke without a hint of guilt, as if he were merely recounting an insignificant piece of history.

A dark glint settled in Max's eyes. "Why share this with me now?" he demanded, his tone hardening with authority.

"So that you understand what is coming once I reclaim the final two pieces of my soul," Mark declared, his smile growing more sinister and freezing. "The moment I am restored to my full self, my first act will be to end your life. Take this as a vow, Max. You would be wise to prepare."

The temperature seemed to drop between the two men. Max gazed at Mark for a long beat, his eyes showing neither malice nor dread, but a steady resolve that would not break. "That remains to be seen," Max replied calmly. He felt no rage, only a quiet certainty, as if he had already made peace with the fact that their Fates were bound to collide.

Without further comment, Max turned away and headed toward the spatial rift he had torn open earlier. Mark watched in silence as Max crossed the threshold, the void shimmering around his form. As Max stepped back into the world of Acaris, the tear in reality began to knit itself shut, closing like a scar fading over time.

Nullaria was once again swallowed by silence.

The final clash between Max and Mark was deferred to the future, awaiting the moment when both would reach the peak of their power to decide the destiny tied to their souls.

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Returning to Acaris, Max and his companions emerged from the spatial tunnel at the exact location where they had first departed for Nullaria. The terrain remained largely the same, with a small fortified outpost visible in the distance, protected by a perimeter of alert cultivators.

As Max and the young geniuses stepped out of the void, the sentries initially tensed, only to relax when they recognized the group. Their wary faces quickly turned to expressions of triumph; seeing so many geniuses return safely was a clear sign of victory.

Max acted immediately. Before greeting anyone, he signaled with a flick of his wrist to release Nero. The figure materialized at his side, his suffocatingly dark aura tightly controlled. Max leaned in and whispered a command. "Eliminate the remaining demons scattered across Acaris. Move quietly. Do not cause a panic among the humans."

Nero offered a respectful bow and vanished toward the horizon without a sound. Under the absolute control of the Soul Seal, Nero’s obedience was guaranteed.

With that task handled, Max led the group toward the central command of the Four God Nation. Their arrival triggered a flurry of movement. Scouts ran ahead to deliver the news, guards cleared the path, and word of Max's return spread through the ranks like a wildfire.

Within minutes, the highest leaders of the Four God Nation and the Seven Overlord Forces were called to assemble. Representatives from the Obsidian Order and the Hunter Association were also summoned. By the time Max entered the great council chamber, every major power on the continent was present, waiting in an expectant silence.

The mood in the room shifted instantly upon Max's entrance. The gathered leaders stood in a show of respect, and Max signaled for them to resume their seats. Once quiet was restored, he spoke with absolute confidence. "The demon threat in Nullaria has been completely wiped out." His voice rang through the hall, and the impact of his words felt like a refreshing breeze to those listening.

A collective wave of relief swept through the assembly.

"Excellent," a leader from the Four God Nation remarked, nodding with conviction. "With the demons gone, half of our struggles are over." Another high-ranking official let out a long breath. "Demons have always been our most persistent plague. Now that their base is gone, the stragglers in Acaris will be easily hunted down." Sounds of agreement filled the room. For the first time in an age, the leaders felt a genuine sense of hope. The prospect of an Acaris scrubbed clean of demonic influence brought a visible joy to the hall.

Lucien, who had been observing Max intently, leaned forward. "What else did you discover?" he probed. He could tell there was a deeper layer to the story than just a successful raid.

Max nodded. He understood the necessity of revealing everything, both for the sake of the alliance and because the truths he found were tied to the very foundations of the Four God Nation.

He began to detail the events. He described the four demon kings and their terrifying strength, the four divine beasts who had descended in the distant past, and the horrifying True Origin Devil Blood that had set the disaster in motion. He then revealed the tragedy of Mark, the original crownbearer of their world, and how that single drop of cursed blood had led to his total corruption.

A heavy, stunned silence gripped the hall. The leaders were reeling as they processed the revelation. The founding ancestors of the Four God Nation were not local legends, but divine beasts from a higher realm who had sacrificed much to protect this world. Mark's fall, the shattering of the spatial gates, and the endless demonic wars—all of it was rooted in that ancient, celestial struggle.

As Max finished his report, the weight of their true history pressed down on everyone. The leaders looked shaken, unsure of what the future held now that the veil had been lifted.

Yet, amidst the shock, a new understanding began to take root.

This conflict had never been a simple war against monsters. It was merely one chapter in a grand struggle spanning across different planes of existence.

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