Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1311 An EGO

Max and Lucien stood in a heavy silence, their faces etched with grim realization. The idea that Divine Realm entities could wipe out an entire mortal plane simply by manifesting there was a terrifying thought. Knowing this made the threat of the True Origin Devil Blood feel far more catastrophic than they had previously imagined.

Forcing his mind back into focus, Max shook his head to clear the intrusive thoughts. "I bring good news for everyone," he announced. "There is no longer any reason to continue sealing the soul or suppressing the crown."

The spectral form of the dragon divine beast tensed instantly. "Explain yourself," it demanded, its voice laced with sharp suspicion.

"The plan is straightforward," Max said with a calm demeanor. "We are going to finish this. I intend to return the crown and the final soul fragment to the crownbearer. Once he is whole, we will kill him."

A heavy, somber breath escaped the tortoise divine beast. "Have you lost your mind, human?" it questioned gravely. "A crownbearer wields divine authority comparable to our own. In the past, that individual fought all four divine beasts and the demon forces simultaneously, successfully barring us from acting within the mortal world. Do you honestly believe mere humans can defeat such a being?"

Max gave a casual shrug, dismissive of the warning. "I personally dealt with the four demons. They possessed great strength—truly formidable—but it wasn't enough to stop me."

The room was plunged into a shocked silence.

While the Four Divine Beasts had felt the auras of the four demons vanish from the mortal world, they had assumed the creatures had simply fled back to the Divine Realm. The revelation that a mortal had actually slain them was beyond their wildest assumptions.

"How can a common mortal reach such a level of power?" the dragon divine beast asked, its voice trembling with skepticism.

"I suppose I'm not a typical mortal," Max replied casually, walking toward the young man who was struggling to maintain the spherical forcefield.

The young man had overheard the entire conversation, but he was too occupied with the task of suppressing the crown to offer a response. His complexion was sickly pale, and beads of sweat rolled down his face as he poured his remaining strength into the barrier.

Stopping in front of him, Max looked at the sphere holding the dark red crown and the sword. He immediately activated the fifth level concept of space. The laws of reality warped at his command, creating a restricted spatial domain that enveloped the sphere. Instantly, the leaking devil energy was halted, trapped perfectly within the new boundary without requiring the young man's effort.

"This... this is the fifth level concept of space," the young man stammered, his eyes bulging in disbelief.

He looked at Max as if the man were a walking impossibility. Even in the Divine Realm, mastery over the concept of space was a rare gift.

Very few factions held the legacies required to study it, and even among those at his cultivation level, reaching the fifth level was virtually unheard of. Such a rank represented the absolute peak of conceptual understanding—a state of total control that was nearly impossible to comprehend.

The young man had only ever heard legends of geniuses reaching such heights. Seeing a mortal standing in front of him, wielding the fifth level concept of space so effortlessly, shattered his entire worldview regarding the limits of power.

Max reached out, and with a slight manipulation of the surrounding space, the forcefield drifted away from Jim to float beside him. The malevolent devil energy remained locked tight within his spatial cage. "I'll hold onto this for the time being," Max stated, his authority over the situation absolute.

The dragon divine beast observed him intently. "Are you truly intent on slaying your own crownbearer?" it asked, its tone a mix of caution and wonder.

"Do you think I came all this way for any other reason?" Max countered firmly.

The four divine beasts shared a silent, ancient communication. After a moment, the tortoise divine beast spoke for the group. "In that case, we shall assist you. This catastrophe was partially our responsibility, and it is only right that we stand on the battlefield when it ends."

"Count me in as well," Jim added with a solemn nod, his voice steady despite his obvious exhaustion.

Max offered a thin smile at their commitment. "Excellent. With the five of you helping, our odds have improved significantly."

Suddenly, a realization hit him, and Max's expression clouded as he scanned the room. "Wait. Something isn't right. We detected six distinct presences before entering this chamber. Between the four divine beasts and Jim, that only makes five. Who is the sixth?"

Jim gestured toward the floating sphere beside Max. "The sixth presence is right there," he explained slowly. "It is the corrupted crown itself."

Max's eyes narrowed.

"If my suspicions are correct," Jim continued, "the True Origin Devil Blood has spent ten thousand years using the crown's divine authority to manifest its own ego. It is a primitive consciousness born from pure corruption. A single drop of blood has gained a mind of its own."

He took a breath before adding, "When you and Lucien arrived, that ego sensed a dangerous, unfamiliar presence and hid within the crown. It possesses an intellect similar to an infant, acting solely on instinct."

For the first time in a long while, Max felt like swearing. A mere drop of blood had not only ruined a world and its protector but had also evolved into a conscious entity by feeding on divine power. The scale of the problem was horrifying.

"So it isn't just blood anymore," Max muttered, his face darkening. "It has become a living calamity."