Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 - Chapter 442

Chapter 442: End of Craig
“No matter how potent the venom,” Klaus had said, “no matter how deadly the toxin, the Black Dragon Chaotic Bloodline will not die from it. And in most cases… it won’t even feel it. That was why we use all kinds of poisons to assassinate our targets. It’s the best weapon for us.” That revelation had stunned Max back then.

But now, as he stood in the arena of the Tower of Truth, the words echoed like prophecy. Unlike the others, Max didn’t just carry the Black Dragon Chaotic Bloodline—his was far beyond, purer, denser, something even the Guild had no record of.

His bloodline wasn’t just a Source Bloodline—it was something that transcended it.

And with that, Max believed—no, he knew—that there wasn’t a poison in this world or the next that could ever bring him down. Not venom from beasts, not ancient soul toxins, not even the so-called untouchable Voidshade Venom Craig had so proudly unleashed.

Max believed he was immune to all of them—not by chance, not by arrogance—but because he himself had tested some of the potent poisons of Black Lotus guild back in their headquarters. And like he had expected, they didn’t work on him.

“Heh,” Max chuckled lightly, his voice calm and laced with something far more dangerous than rage—certainty. Slowly, he straightened his posture, rising tall and composed, as though the needle that had just pierced his chest was a mere inconvenience, not a death sentence.

His pink eyes, calm and almost amused, locked onto Craig, who had instinctively taken a step back the moment Max moved. That single step was involuntary, driven by something primal—fear.

Max tilted his head slightly and asked with a faint smirk, “Were you saying something?”

Craig’s face contorted, his lips parting in disbelief. “Y-You… how is this possible?” he stammered, his voice cracking under the weight of sheer confusion. “How are you alive?”

It didn’t make sense. Not to him. Not to any demon who had ever heard the legends of the Voidshade Venom. The poison wasn’t just rare—it was final. A cursed toxin refined over thousands of years by forbidden demonic rituals, designed to kill without a trace, to erase not just the body but the will of anyone it infected.

Craig had seen it used before. He had seen monsters, geniuses, even high-ranking warlords reduced to twitching corpses within seconds of exposure. And yet here Max stood—alive, breathing, his aura even more composed than before.

But Craig’s pride refused to accept what he was witnessing. He clenched his teeth and forced a mocking sneer back onto his face. “No,” he growled, shaking his head. “You’re faking it. You’re still poisoned. I can tell. You must be in a weakened state, just trying to act tough—pretending you’re fine while the venom eats you alive from the inside.”

He gestured wildly, his eyes slightly manic. “Yes, that’s it. You’re just enduring it, buying time, hiding the pain while waiting to collapse. That’s the only explanation—because no one survives Voidshade Venom. No one.”

But even as he spoke, Craig’s words began to sound hollow. The longer he looked at Max—who stood perfectly still, whose breathing remained steady, whose skin hadn’t paled or blistered, whose eyes held no trace of struggle—the more his conviction began to tremble.

Because what he couldn’t understand…

Was that Max wasn’t enduring the poison.

He had devoured it.

“Any last words?” Max asked softly, his tone devoid of arrogance or cruelty—just calm finality.

His pink eyes stared at Craig like one might regard a crumbling statue—something already gone, already broken, simply waiting to fall apart. In Max’s eyes, Craig was already dead. It was only a matter of seconds now.

But Craig wasn’t ready to die. Not like this. Not without understanding how it had all gone so wrong. “I don’t believe it!” he shouted, his voice laced with desperation and denial. “I don’t believe the poison doesn’t affect you!”

The weight of his fury boiled over. His body erupted with demonic energy, darkness swirling like a maelstrom around him, his aura surging to its absolute peak—the pinnacle of the Seeker Rank. The very floor of the arena cracked beneath his feet as he drew his massive black sword once more. “I’ll kill you with my own hands!”

But Max didn’t even flinch.

“I won’t give you a second chance,” he said coldly, his voice like a blade drawn in silence.

And then—he moved.

In that instant, he activated one of his most devastating skills, his voice barely above a whisper: “Magic Swords Excalibur.”

Whoosh!

From above, the sky split.

A golden sword descended from the heavens—towering, radiant, and impossibly detailed. Every inch of it shimmered with divine brilliance, its edge sharp enough to slice through fate itself. The blade was thrice the size of the demon charging below it, and its presence alone silenced the entire tenth floor. It was not just a weapon—it was judgment made manifest.

Craig’s eyes widened in terror as he looked up—his rage collapsing into pure dread.

BOOM!

The Excalibur struck the arena like the wrath of a god. The moment it landed, an explosion of golden light erupted, engulfing Craig completely. In a flash of light and force, Craig was gone. No scream. No remains. Not a scrap of armor, not even dust. He was obliterated, his entire being erased from existence in a single, divine stroke.

The shockwave shattered the ground, sent tremors racing through the Tower of Truth, and silenced even the whispers of the crowd.

A moment later, the golden sword faded into motes of light, leaving behind a massive crater in the arena’s center—still glowing, still trembling from the power it had unleashed.

And at the edge of it stood Max.

Unmoving. Unbothered. Unmatched.

Everyone stood frozen—stunned, astonished, shocked beyond words. Not a single whisper echoed across the vast tenth floor of the Tower of Truth. It was as if the very air had turned to stone. What they had just witnessed wasn’t simply a battle—it was an execution, swift and absolute.

The number one seat of the Demon Race, Craig, the monstrous figure feared by even the most elite geniuses, the one who carried the Authority of the tower and stood atop all other Seeker Rank demons, had been obliterated in a matter of seconds.

Not worn down in a drawn-out, desperate clash. Not wounded after a brutal exchange. No—he was simply erased. There was no struggle, no resistance. Just a golden sword—radiant, divine, devastating—descending from the sky and wiping him from existence.

People couldn’t wrap their minds around it. Even those who hated Craig, who whispered curses about him in the shadows, couldn’t help but shiver at what they had seen. If Craig could fall like that… who among them stood a chance?

Some elves looked at each other with disbelief. The humans, especially those from the Moon Faction, were too stunned to even celebrate. Even the demons, once seething with hatred and pride, now wore expressions of disbelief and fear.

Max hadn’t just killed Craig—he had shattered the balance of the tower with a single blow. He had proven, without a doubt, that he wasn’t just strong—he was a force of nature, a presence so overwhelming that the old rules, the old hierarchies, the old titles… meant nothing before him.

And in that heavy, suffocating silence that followed Craig’s erasure, only one truth remained in everyone’s hearts: Max Voidwalker was untouchable.