NOVEL NEXT Chapter276-His Grace, Crossbridge
Most of the prisoners looked upon Daniel with genuine gratitude.
After all, had it not been for his intervention, many of them would likely have remained imprisoned for eternity, with no hope of freedom.
Yet Daniel, standing amidst the chaos, couldn't shake the sense that something was off.
He began to notice a strange pattern: the angels—those so-called divine enforcers—were avoiding him.
Intentionally or not, they seemed reluctant to face him directly.
Even the ones sent to intercept him were weaklings—mere cannon fodder.
What's more, their numbers were dwindling.
At this point, only a few tens of millions of these "disposable" angels remained in his path.
That was the strangest part.
Given the sheer scale of destruction he had already caused, the angelic race should have responded far more aggressively.
They were powerful. Numerous. Coordinated.
There was no logical reason they'd deploy only this paltry number of underlings—unless they had something else in mind.
Suspicion brewing in his heart, Daniel began grabbing some of these weaker angels mid-flight and hurling them down to the surface world, where groups of awakeners awaited.
Whether it was the Lands of the Myriad Races or the Undead Lands, it was all Daniel's territory now.
Even if those awakeners were killed in the fight, he could just resurrect them.
So, from Daniel's perspective, letting the awakeners fight these angels wasn't just harmless—it was beneficial.
They could gain battle experience. Learn. Adapt.
The angels themselves would never have imagined that their descent to the surface wasn't of their own volition, but rather because Daniel threw them there like trash.
Right now, the Divine Realm had descended into utter chaos.
"Daniel, how are you doing this? How are you unlocking all these cages so easily?"
"You didn't—by any chance—get your hands on some sort of God Rank Skill, did you?"
Daniel gave a faint smile and replied calmly,
"Have you ever heard of the Infinite Divine Temple, my dear Lady Crossbridge?"
"To put it simply—I am the successor to that temple. It's only natural that I possess a few unusual techniques."
Milla scratched her head, visibly confused.
"I've been locked up here for so many years… Honestly, I've never even heard of this 'Infinite Divine Temple' you speak of."
"But His Grace, Crossbridge? Now that name I know.
I can't believe it—you're actually his successor?"
"If that's the case, then everything makes perfect sense."
Daniel blinked in surprise.
He had expected to provide an elaborate justification for his powers—
To use the "Crossbridge" name as a fabricated myth to support the illusion of divine backing.
But to his shock, Milla didn't even question it.
She believed him immediately.
What was more—she actually knew the name "Crossbridge."
Wait a second.
Crossbridge… wasn't that the name of his alternate persona?
His smurf account, essentially?
And back when he traveled 4000 years into the past, he had never once mentioned that name.
"You know of His Grace, Crossbridge?" Daniel asked cautiously.
"Of course I do. Isn't that normal?"
Milla flashed him a bright smile before continuing,
"In this world, I've encountered or heard of most gods to some extent."
"But when it comes to His Grace, Crossbridge—there's not much concrete information out there.
According to legend, he's one of the most mysterious gods to ever exist.
The only other one comparable in mystery would be the Mist Goddess."
"There's barely any documentation about Crossbridge, but I've heard one particularly juicy bit of gossip—
Apparently, he has a lot of romantic entanglements.
And they're all… gods."
As soon as she said that, Milla's eyes widened slightly.
Realizing what she'd just blurted out, she gave her head a little shake and quickly added,
"Lord Daniel, you know how it is—some topics are better left unspoken. Please pretend I didn't say anything."
Wait.
What?!
Crossbridge has lovers?
And they're all gods?
Multiple gods?!
Daniel's expression twitched violently.
He wasn't even a god yet—where were all these divine scandals coming from?!
"Err… Lord Daniel, please don't take that seriously, alright?"
"I was just rambling. Honestly. Nonsense. Don't take it to heart."
Milla grinned sheepishly, doing her best to diffuse the awkwardness.
To her, the idea of Daniel possessing a God Rank Skill was no longer surprising.
As a former devotee of the Luck Goddess, she herself had been granted divine enhancements.
In this world, such things weren't rare.
If Daniel truly was the successor of His Grace, Crossbridge,
Then that actually placed him a rank above most devotees.
So naturally, his possession of divine-level powers was entirely reasonable.
Milla's expression softened into one of realization.
"So that's it," she said with a chuckle.
"That explains how you're able to unlock all these birdcages with such ease."
"If you're carrying the legacy of Crossbridge, then everything adds up."
As she spoke, Daniel released the final prison.
In less than half an hour,
Utilizing Time Stream and Flashback, Daniel had traversed the entire Divine Realm,
Opening every last one of its celestial prisons.
All in all, he had freed nearly millions of incarcerated warriors.
Each of them a fearsome individual—most clocking in at Level 400 or above.
Among all the prisons, however, it was the inmates of the Dark Prison who stood out as the strongest.
The others paled slightly in comparison—though even the weakest were still above Level 400.
With every additional prisoner unleashed, the chaos engulfing the Divine Realm deepened.
Yet, despite the monumental disruption Daniel had caused…
The top-tier angels had yet to respond.
There were no elite enforcers hunting him down.
No retaliatory assaults.
It was as if he—and the prisoners—were being entirely ignored.
Which made no sense at all.
These top angels had the power of instantaneous teleportation.
They could appear anywhere in the Divine Realm at a moment's notice.
And yet—none of them had come to confront Daniel.
"Milla, doesn't this strike you as… odd?"
"It does seem a bit strange," she admitted.
"Our operations feel almost too smooth.
If this keeps up, I'm afraid we might stumble into something big."
"I bet those damned winged freaks are scheming something behind the scenes.
They're probably preparing some nasty surprise for us."
Despite the severity of her words, Milla's face wore the same casual, faint smile.
She seemed completely unafraid.
Typical of the Luck Goddess's devotees—unpredictable and often unreliable.
Daniel felt a twinge of regret.
He had originally wanted to work with Milla on forming a strategic plan for what came next.
But clearly, she was operating entirely on her own whimsical instincts.
Forget it.
He'd handle this part himself.