NOVEL NEXT Chapter288-Gaining the Advantage
The Sea of Resurrection—
At this very moment, the battle had reached its most brutal point yet.
Despite being one of the most powerful upper-tier races, the Angel of Gold and Silver clan was beginning to buckle under the relentless pressure of Daniel's overwhelming swarm tactics.
Meanwhile, Daniel himself wasn't idle. He remained fully focused on what he'd been trying to do all along—stealing the access privileges of the Sea of Resurrection.
[Confirm: Destroy Sea of Resurrection?]
The moment the prompt appeared, the Emperor of Angels reappeared at the Sea of Resurrection's core, immediately choosing to cancel the action.
But even that moment of distraction cost him dearly—his sanity value dropped by another 1%.
Unbeknownst to him, his sanity had now fallen to 30%.
At that threshold, his cognitive abilities were officially compromised. Reality would start to blur, decisions would become slower, and paranoia would begin to set in.
Yet even understanding all of this, the Emperor of Angels had no way out. He was completely caught in Daniel's web—dragged around by the nose, unable to escape.
And the prisoners? They knew exactly what Daniel was trying to accomplish.
So they pushed forward at all costs, doing everything they could to create more breathing room for their benefactor to act.
In the midst of this escalating chaos, several prisoners began teetering on the edge of madness themselves.
They attacked without any regard for their own safety—no defense, no hesitation. Just unrelenting, suicidal aggression.
And this terrifying combat style paid off.
In a flash, three Archangels were slain and forced back into the Sea of Resurrection.
The battlefield became drenched in blood.
Eyes red, bodies broken, limbs scattered. The air was thick with the stench of war.
With the fall of those three Archangels, the balance tipped even further in Daniel's favor.
The prisoners who had been locked in combat with the slain angels now turned their attention to the Emperor of Angels, racing toward him to assist Daniel.
Under this new wave of pressure, the Emperor's defenses began to unravel.
Milla naturally didn't let this opportunity go to waste. She shattered his divine shield once again.
As expected, Daniel followed up with another Mind Hunt, adding yet more spiritual corruption to the Emperor's already weakened soul.
Even the mighty Emperor of Angels now found himself locked in a struggle for survival.
The prisoners joining the fight didn't care about dying. Their attacks were suicidal, all-out assaults with no concern for retaliation.
They were determined to drag the Emperor down with them if need be.
As a result, the Emperor began to accumulate serious injuries—along with multiple debilitating status effects. His strength was waning, and his composure began to crack.
How had it come to this?
He was the Emperor! The sovereign of this Divine Realm! How had he become the one being hunted, cornered, and toyed with?
Humiliation, fury, and disbelief twisted together in his mind.
Yet in his current state, he had no ability to strike back. All he could do was defend.
Under these circumstances, it was clear the Emperor was nearing his limit.
Milla, seeing the tide had turned, stepped back from the frontline and began preparing a finishing move.
She didn't need to fight anymore. The prisoners were doing more than enough to keep the Emperor occupied.
"Emperor of Angels, are you ready?" she called sweetly, her voice ringing out like silver bells. "The big one's coming!"
As she spoke, something began to materialize in her palm.
A gold coin, glowing with shimmering multicolored light.
It looked ordinary at a glance, but Daniel recognized it instantly.
It was a Lucky Gold Coin—a divine token representing the Luck Goddess herself.
The moment the Emperor of Angels laid eyes on it, his senses screamed in warning.
At his level of power, his combat instincts were razor-sharp.
He instantly sensed the coin's terrifying aura. Without a doubt, this was Milla's ultimate move.
If he took it head-on without preparation, he could easily lose most of his health—or worse.
Gritting his teeth, the Emperor reached into his dimensional inventory and pulled out a golden scroll.
[Divine Guardian]
The moment the scroll activated, golden light poured forth in waves of divine energy.
BANG!
Daniel and the nearby suicide-prisoners were instantly blasted backward by the holy force.
The power of the scroll was absolutely staggering.
The Emperor of Angels, not wasting a second, raised his sacred sword and swung it straight toward Milla's coin—fully prepared for a massive explosion.
He braced himself, gritting his teeth, waiting for the storm of divine energy that was sure to erupt.
But what happened next… caught him completely off guard.
His blade met the coin—
—and sliced straight through it, cutting it in half effortlessly.
The Emperor stood frozen.
What…?
How could this be?
The ultimate skill, the final trump card of Milla, had been… broken? Just like that?
Before he could even process it, he caught a glimpse of what lay inside the split coin.
A brown solid core.
It looked suspiciously like…
Chocolate.
"Surprised?" Milla giggled. "Old friend, wasn't that quite the gift?"
"I just wanted to offer you a piece of chocolate. Was that reaction really necessary?"
The Emperor's face darkened so quickly it was like watching nightfall.
He had been tricked.
He had used one of his most precious golden scrolls—an item capable of blocking three god-level attacks—just to destroy a piece of chocolate?
In that moment, for the first time in his entire life, the Emperor of Angels felt the sting of public shame.
He'd been made a fool of.
Humiliated.
Toyed with.
Tricked like a child with a fake coin.
His eyes turned bloodshot.
With a furious scream, he launched a reckless attack on Milla, throwing all concern for defense to the wind.
He didn't even bother to deflect Daniel's attacks anymore. His entire mind, every cell of his body, screamed with only one desire—
Kill Milla.
But Milla had clearly anticipated this reaction.
She vanished with a flicker of movement, dodging the frenzied onslaught with ease.
She didn't meet the Emperor head-on.
Instead, she danced just out of reach, keeping him close but never close enough—like someone walking a rabid dog on an invisible leash.
Seconds later, the golden scroll's Divine Guardian effect wore off.
Daniel and the other attackers resumed their assault.
The Emperor's heart clenched painfully.
That scroll—Divine Guardian—had been a gift from Goddess Aurelia herself.
It could block three attacks at the level of a god.
Its value was immeasurable—even more so than most god-rank skills.
That was why he had always been so reluctant to use it.
Anything granted directly by a god had to be priceless.
But now?
He had burned it. On a chocolate prank.
He'd used a divine treasure… for a piece of candy.
The Emperor of Angels was on the verge of losing his mind.
But just as rage overtook him once more, the reality of the situation crashed back down on him—
Milla, the prisoners, Daniel…
He couldn't withstand their attacks anymore.
The tide had truly turned.