Reborn with Infinity Skill Points, I Enslaved All Universes

In just a matter of seconds,

Daniel had completely looted the entirety of the Angel Tribe's treasure vault.

All the tools and materials that were useful to him were stored away,

and everything else—without exception—was scattered across the northern frontier of the Human Empire.

This act caused a frenzy among the awakeners stationed there.

One by one, their eyes turned red with envy and excitement.

These were top-tier pieces of equipment that they usually couldn't even lay eyes on,

and now, they were falling from the sky like rain.

The most unbelievable part?

They didn't even need to fight for it.

All they had to do was stretch out their hands, and equipment would fly directly into their grasp.

Or more accurately—

they didn't need to move at all.

Just standing still would result in high-grade gear drifting into their possession.

And all of this gear was at least of orange-tier quality.

While the equipment's levels were extremely high—

far beyond what most present awakeners could use directly—

was that really an issue?

Not at all.

Thanks to research left behind by the extinct Artist race,

scholars of the myriad races had discovered a method to override equipment level restrictions.

This method involved sealing certain stats,

and although it diminished the gear's power to some extent,

the special effects remained fully functional.

This was crucial because any piece of gear at purple-tier or above had a chance of carrying special effect attributes—

known as "affix lines."

These affixes varied in effect, but most were extremely useful.

In short—

the awakeners present could instantly power up simply by equipping these treasures.

As he watched the crowd burst into celebration,

Daniel only sighed helplessly and shook his head.

For someone like him, whose attribute values had already reached astronomical levels,

wearing even the finest gear wouldn't make much of a difference.

Even the best complete set bonuses would be no more than a mosquito bite of improvement.

This was precisely why Daniel had no interest in keeping the equipment for himself—

he'd rather let the awakeners of the human race benefit from them instead.

To those awakeners, however, Daniel's act was nothing short of selfless devotion.

It was as if he were pouring all his resources into their growth.

A sense of guilt swept over them.

Many of them lowered their heads in shame, deeply moved.

Lord Daniel had done so much for them—

bestowed upon them countless blessings—

yet they had given so little in return.

The rain of equipment he had just unleashed...

was no ordinary downpour.

There were billions of items falling from the sky.

While that number seemed overwhelming at first glance,

in the context of a world populated by billions of sentient races,

it was no more than a drop in the ocean.

Still, the silver lining was that most of the powerful awakeners could secure at least a few pieces for themselves.

Meanwhile, Daniel was far from finished.

He continued to fly toward another section of the angelic vaults.

Now that he had used the permissions of an archangel,

these vaults opened up without resistance before him.

Inside were vast stores of precious materials—

and Daniel collected them all with practiced ease, stuffing them into his spatial inventory.

It was then that a golden shard caught his eye.

"Soul Fragment of the Sun God Apollo."

Wait—what!?

This was no ordinary item.

Sun God Apollo was an overwhelmingly powerful being,

and his soul was nearly invincible.

Obtaining even a fragment of it was virtually impossible...

unless one killed him outright.

As fate would have it,

one of Daniel's God Rank Skills required such a solar fragment.

So this trip to the Angel Treasury had indeed paid off.

The rewards were greater than expected.

Having secured the materials he needed,

Daniel extended his mind power outward—

sensing the nearby battlefield.

On that battlefield,

despite having the advantage of terrain and origin,

the Angel Tribe was being absolutely crushed.

None of the angels currently present exceeded level 300.

Most hovered in the 200s.

Unfortunately for them,

that wasn't nearly enough.

The abyssal summoned creatures that Daniel had released were devastatingly strong.

These 200-level angels were no match and fell instantly upon contact.

Even the prestigious Angel of Gold and Silver race was no exception.

Low-tier angels were being slaughtered like cannon fodder,

erased in droves without the slightest resistance.

Daniel himself didn't bother to fight anymore.

He simply collected the corpses of several angels,

tossed them into his backpack space,

and vanished with a flash—

reappearing instantly over the northern frontier of the Human Empire.

In the blink of an eye,

his body appeared in midair above the north.

He then released all the angel corpses he had gathered,

letting them rain down from the heavens.

Angels—falling from the sky like a grotesque downpour.

This wasn't just a gesture.

It was a message.

A warning.

A declaration to the world:

The angels are not as invincible as you think.

Thousands upon thousands of angelic corpses were dumped from the sky.

Daniel, however, had already returned to the Divine Realm.

He approached one of the angelic teleportation gates.

Under normal circumstances,

lower-tier angels could only teleport when summoned by higher-ranking ones.

Without such summons,

they lacked even the qualifications to teleport.

So most angels relied on traditional teleportation portals for movement.

Although Daniel still wore the form of an archangel,

he deliberately chose to walk into one of these portals.

As for where he was going?

His eyes scanned the map.

Eventually, he locked his gaze on a single location: Dark Prison.

Daniel had not originally planned to head there.

But the moment he saw the name,

a strange urge tugged at his heart—

a strong, inexplicable compulsion to check it out.

It felt as though something within the Dark Prison was calling out to him.

Daniel had long learned to trust these instincts.

As his power increased,

he had noticed that his intuition had also grown sharper—almost prophetic.

Neither the Sea of Rebirth nor the Celestial Palace where the Angel Emperor resided

had given him this kind of pull.

But this Dark Prison?

It felt urgent—as if he had to go.

So, this time, Daniel decided to follow his intuition.

And let's not forget—

he had earlier used the four-leaf clover to increase his luck stat.

With such fortune on his side,

why not take a leap of faith?

And even if things went wrong—

he still had the Time Stream to fall back on.

That being the case,

Daniel had no fear.

The next moment—

his body pierced through countless layers of space…

…

Sea of Rebirth

A figure slowly emerged from the waters.

"Damn it! What's the deal with that Daniel? How the hell was he able to use the Primordial Core Weapon right in front of me!?"

Vinicius had been resurrected.

As he recalled the earlier confrontation,

he couldn't help but feel that Daniel was absolutely insane.

Was he not afraid of killing himself in the blast?

Or was it that he had intended to die together with me?

Vinicius couldn't wrap his head around it.

What was Daniel even thinking?

But before he could sort through the confusion,

a voice suddenly echoed beside him.

"You guessed wrong. Daniel… didn't die."