Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100-Chapter 371: Interference of Elves

Several of the humans shifted uncomfortably. A few lowered their eyes, ashamed. Because it was true—they hadn't intended to help. Not until Max revealed himself to be a force that couldn't be ignored.

Max glanced at the humans standing behind Mars—faces conflicted, postures stiff with guilt or caution—and felt nothing.

No resentment. No disappointment. Just a deep, quiet understanding.

It had only been a year since he awakened, but that year had been enough to teach him the most important rule of this world:

Power decides everything.

In this world, the strong lived… and the weak were left behind.

It wasn't a cruel truth. It was simply reality. Cold. Absolute. Unforgiving.

If you didn't have strength—then your downfall, your suffering, your death… was your own responsibility. You couldn't blame the world. You couldn't blame fate. Not even the people who turned their backs on you.

You were weak. That was enough.

Max exhaled slowly.

He didn't expect help from anyone. Not now. Not ever.

Trust was a luxury he couldn't afford.

Even his own blood… even the people he held closest—he questioned them. Not openly. Not with hate. But with quiet skepticism that never left his mind.

Even Alice.

Even his sister.

His sister, who suddenly became a mysterious figure for him.

Still, somewhere in the corner of his mind, a voice always asked—What if?

Because that was the only way to survive.

Never trust blindly. Never lower your guard.

He didn't hate the world for it. He'd simply adapted.

That's what this world demanded. And he was done being the one caught off guard.

With that thought, he gripped his sword a little tighter and turned his eyes back to the demon.

Emotionless.

Focused.

Prepared.

Just then Max's senses sharpened like blades drawn in silence.

Through his yellow soul, he felt it—a ripple of energy signatures moving toward the caravan from the distant hills. Dozens of presences, human… but different from the terrified villagers he had protected.

These ones had power.

He didn't turn toward them. Didn't rise.

He simply let out a slow, quiet breath and closed his eyes for a moment.

'Finally.'

They had come.

The human forces—soldiers or scouts, maybe reinforcements—had reached the caravan. He felt their steps, the way they approached Marcus and the others with calm authority. Their presence alone was enough to settle the restless fear in the air. The villagers would be protected now.

And for Max… that meant one thing:

He was free.

'Now that they're here to guard the caravan,' Max thought, 'I can finally leave. Go wherever I want.'

One problem—gone.

But not everyone was letting go so easily.

"We're here now, aren't we?" said Mars, stepping forward, his tone flat but with a hint of intent beneath the surface. His eyes flicked toward Max with unmistakable focus.

They didn't want to lose him.

Max knew that look.

They weren't here just to help. Not truly. Not selflessly.

He was too valuable for that.

He could hear the hunger behind Mars's voice. The calculations. The need.

He was a genius with unimaginable potential—someone who didn't fit into the neat little boxes of rank and realm. And that increased the value of Max even more.

"Hehe…" the demon at the Peak of Seeker Rank laughed, shaking his head with slow mockery.

"I know you humans far too well," he sneered. "You talk about unity. About honor. But the truth? You're full of greed and treachery. You'll betray your own brothers just for a chance at power."

His words weren't aimed at Max, but they still hung heavy in the air.

Max didn't respond.

He didn't care.

He already knew all of it.

He wasn't here to play games or listen to the banter between enemies who pretended to be better than each other.

'I need to leave,' he thought. 'Now.'

The presence of the villagers no longer bound him. He had protected them. Freed them. That was enough.

But staying any longer?

That was suicide.

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He didn't trust the "human powerhouses" of the Lost Continent.

He never had.

And if he was right, Lucas had already told them about him—his abilities, his identity, maybe even his appearance. But the faces here didn't yet reflect that knowledge. Which meant… they hadn't received the full report. Yet.

'If I follow them back into their territory,' Max thought, 'I'll be stepping into a trap with my eyes wide open.'

And he wasn't foolish enough to do that.

He needed an out.

He was already weighing his options when his senses flared again—another ripple across the battlefield.

This one was different.

Not human. Not demon.

Lithe. Controlled. Ancient.

His eyes narrowed.

A moment later, they arrived.

Elves.

Elegant figures stepped into view—silent and graceful, gliding over the ground like the wind itself carried them. Their eyes were sharp, their weapons light, but deadly. Most of them were women, their long hair tied back, bows slung across their backs, magic woven into their very steps.

Their leader, a woman with silver hair and emerald eyes, stepped forward—her gaze fixed not on Mars or the demons… but on Max.

Everything shifted again.

Another power had entered the field.

The tension in the air was already thick, but it shattered like glass the moment the elven scout leader stepped forward, her silver cloak fluttering gently in the breeze. Her voice rang out across the battlefield—calm, firm, and laced with something no one expected.

"This human is under our protection."

The words were simple. But they dropped like thunder.

A stunned silence swept across the field.

The demons, poised for violence, froze mid-breath.

The humans, who had arrived with the intention of claiming Max for themselves, looked as if they'd been slapped.

Even Max's expression shifted, eyes flicking toward the elven woman with genuine surprise.

What?

Before anyone could respond, a deep, mocking laugh broke the stillness.

"Hahahahahaha!" The peak Seeker Rank demon threw his head back and roared with laughter, his voice echoing across the hills.

"Since when," he growled between laughs, "do you pointy-eared hypocrites take interest in humans?"

He sneered at the elven leader, eyes gleaming. "Or are you here to collect him as a pet?"

The elven woman didn't blink. Didn't flinch.

"There is no need for you to understand," she said coldly, her voice like sharpened frost. "Just know this—this human is highly valued within our forces. If you raise a hand against him, don't cry when we raise our bows against you."