Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1547 Fury Burns The Heart - 1

"This elf… carries my bloodline!"

The instant those words escaped Max's mouth, a crystal-clear realization exploded within him. Doubt was impossible. Absolute certainty gripped him. His Heavenly Luminance Divine Bloodline's fierce outburst held purpose. It recognized its true source. It detected what was inherently his… now residing in another being.

Max's eyes fixed on the young elf, and suddenly all the pieces fell into place. The odd vibration. The turmoil in his veins. The primal tug that felt intimate yet agonizing. Every sign led to a single fact: the core of his divine bloodline, the very power that shaped his identity, dwelled within that elf.

Then the recollections flooded in.

Images of gore. Cries that haunted the darkest recesses of his thoughts. The evening his life shattered. His kin… vanished. All he cherished… obliterated. Everything lost due to that bloodline. All for awakening a power he was doomed to lose.

His hands balled into fists gradually, the shakes stemming not from terror but from a much blacker force. He recalled the extraction of his bloodline origin. The excruciating agony as it was ripped away, nearly killing him, discarded like worthless refuse.

Somehow, he endured, dragging himself from that pit with nothing remaining.

Nothing… save for rage.

Yet despite the torment, he'd never foreseen this twist.

Never dreamed his destroyers would stoop to grafting his bloodline into their kind. That they'd seize his essence, the price of his ruin, and view it merely as a commodity to relocate, exploit, and claim.

An icy hush enveloped him, though underneath, a beastly force stirred to life.

The rage stayed contained. It coiled inward, densifying, intensifying, growing denser each moment until his chest strained to hold it. His breaths grew deliberate, each one scorching like flames ravaging his chest. His gaze shadowed, the serenity warping into dreadfulness.

That bloodline had stripped him of all.

And now… it stood before him.

Within another.

The sheer wrongness ravaged his thoughts, shredding his final threads of control. The suffering, the bereavement, the shame—all fused into one colossal sentiment that engulfed him completely.

Hatred, profound enough to consume all in his way.

"Max, what is going on?" Lucia's voice quivered as she spoke to him, her gaze brimming with alarm while she sought to grasp his abrupt shift.

Her call snapped his head toward her gradually. His stare met hers, devoid of anything. No kindness. No doubt. No remnant of the man she recognized. Those eyes stood vacant, chillingly empty, as if his fate was sealed.

"Lucia… Isabella," he murmured softly, his voice even and eerily serene. "For now, pretend you don't know me."

Those words cut like a dagger.

Lucia's face froze, her concern morphing into terror as she advanced a step. "What are you talking about?" she demanded, her tone constricting as dread bloomed in her heart.

Max held her gaze. His features stayed poised, but that poise rendered his following statement all the more horrifying.

"I am about to do something stupid and reckless," he stated, his voice hushed but brimming with unyielding resolve, like he'd embraced the fallout. "If I do not let the hatred in my heart burn, then I know… I will no longer be myself."

Silence descended briefly, thick and oppressive.

"So please," he added, his voice easing slightly, "act like you don't know me."

"What?" Lucia's thoughts raced to process his declaration, bewilderment and panic clashing inside her, yet before more questions came, Max spun away.

In that very moment, he disappeared.

Before reactions could form, his form materialized overhead among the elves, hovering like an impending doom. The abrupt arrival of the masked human seized their focus, instincts heightening as unease rippled across their lines.

Max sported a simple white mask now, not the black dragon one from Lucia, its blank face hiding all below. He aimed to shield the Black Dragon Clan from any link to the impending chaos.

"Human, who are you?" an elf barked, tone laced with command. "What do you want from us?"

Max showed no pause.

"I want all of you… to die."

As soon as those words escaped his lips, ferocious energy exploded from his whole body. Seven-colored lightning crackled around him, flashing madly while his silhouette blurred into action. With Extreme Speed and Heaven's Wraith activated to their fullest, he became a dazzling streak of lightning slashing through the sky.

In the blink of an eye, he materialized right in front of the young elf.

"Die."

The single word boomed like a death sentence as Max's fist blasted out, brimming with his maximum power and the horrifying might of seven-colored lightning.

"Protect the young master!"

The elves stood frozen in shock. A bold strike like this, right out in the open with no prior notice, exceeded all their wildest expectations. Still, their reflexes kicked in quicker than their disbelief.

The young elf had scarcely any moment to respond. Totally taken aback, he could merely throw up his arms in a frantic block.

A thunderous blast echoed everywhere.

The force launched the young elf hurtling like a shattered cannonball, his frame slamming brutally into the far distance while the shockwave spread out, unleashing pandemonium in the crowd close to the hexagonal barriers.

"Young Master!"

Panicked yells burst forth as two elves bolted to his side, the other three closing in to form a tight encirclement around Max, their murderous intent boiling over.

"I'm fine," the young elf growled through gritted teeth from his spot on the ground, his followers aiding him to rise. Blood smeared his mouth, yet his aura stayed unshaken. Even with the abrupt attack, his peak Law Refinement Realm power had let him endure what should have been a deadly blow.

Not far off, Max remained rooted in place, seven-colored lightning still flickering over his form.

"You are dead."

The declaration came from one of the three elves boxing him in. He was an old man exuding a thick, crushing presence, undoubtedly their commander. His two companions appeared to be the young master's protectors, their gazes fixed on Max with frigid enmity.

All three pulsed with fearsome might.

Each reached the pinnacle of the Law Manifestation Realm.