Reborn with Infinity Skill Points, I Enslaved All Universes

In the northern frontier of the Human Empire,

Charles tilted his head upward, gazing at the Divine Realm that hung high in the heavens. For once, the habitual smirk on his face was gone, replaced by an uncharacteristically solemn expression.

"Daniel… I knew it. I knew you'd be just fine."

He muttered to himself, voice laced with both relief and a faint hint of nostalgia.

"When I gave up my own life back then, it was all for the agreement between you and my Lord."

"Fortunately, the task entrusted to me by Her Majesty the Luck Goddess has now been fulfilled without a single flaw."

Having said that, Charles exhaled, the tension in his shoulders loosening. He was about to turn and stroll toward the tavern in Winterhold Castle, planning to pour himself a strong drink and perhaps tease that voluptuous dancing girl who never failed to entertain him.

But he had barely taken two steps when something caught his foot.

He stumbled, barely keeping his balance, and instinctively looked down.

On the cobblestones before him lay a bundle.

Charles frowned, suspicion flashing in his eyes. After a moment's hesitation, he crouched and picked it up from the ground. The moment his fingers brushed against it, a familiar aura seeped out from within.

A strange feeling crept into his heart. He untied the wrapping to take a look—

And froze in surprise. Inside the bundle were the exact materials he needed for his Star Upgrade Quest.

The realization hit him like a tidal wave. His eyes widened, then softened, and tears welled up unbidden. They were not tears of sorrow, but of deep gratitude.

"Thank you, O great and merciful Luck Goddess!" he said aloud, voice trembling with emotion.

Meanwhile, within the Divine Realm itself—

The figure of the Emperor of Angels was a miserable sight, stripped of the untouchable majesty he once exuded.

He was bound to a massive golden crucifix. His once-pristine wings, symbols of angelic divinity, were now pierced through by tens of thousands of iron nails. Each nail had torn through flesh and feather alike, leaving behind a dense, almost uncountable constellation of wounds. From these wounds, pale-golden blood seeped, running in slow rivulets before dripping down to the void below.

A group of prisoners stood in front of him, gazing down from their elevated position.

The mighty ruler who had once looked down on all creation—none of them had ever imagined they would one day see him like this. This was the very being who once commanded armies to sweep across worlds. And now? Reduced to a bloodied captive.

Indeed, siding with Daniel had proven to be the right choice after all.

Yet victory had not come without cost. Many of the prisoners who had fought at Daniel's side had perished. Of those who remained, several bore grievous wounds, their life force flickering weakly like candles in the wind.

They turned their eyes toward Daniel, some with an almost pleading look.

"Benefactor," one said, voice rasping with exhaustion, "our lifespans are nearly spent. The matters that follow… we leave them in your hands."

Daniel nodded slowly, his tone carrying the weight of a solemn oath.

"Rest assured. In the near future, I will bring all of you back to life. And this won't take long—two days at most."

Deep within, Daniel felt a certainty—an instinct—that he was close to completing his Star Upgrade Quest.

He let his gaze sweep over every prisoner who had fought for him.

"I will remember everything you have done."

"Every sacrifice will be undone—I will resurrect all who have fallen!"

"However, I will need a part of your bodies—scales, hair, or anything else—as the medium for your resurrection."

Hearing this, the survivors each offered pieces of themselves without hesitation—feathers, scales, strands of hair. As for those who had already perished, Daniel himself took the care to collect what was needed.

Then, before them all, Daniel lifted his head and swore an oath.

"O great and boundless God Crossbridge, I make this vow before You—I will see this promise fulfilled."

When the prisoners heard that Daniel had sworn in the name of a god, any lingering doubts vanished. Swearing to a god was not mere theatrics—it bound the speaker under divine law. To break such an oath meant to invite divine punishment.

Some of the wounded prisoners even managed a faint smile of peace.

"Whether I am revived or not… this was worth it."

"Indeed. I never thought I'd live to see the day we could take revenge—and against the Emperor of Angels himself, no less."

"Those damned birdmen! They didn't kill us because they wanted to turn us into slaves!"

"My homeland, my people… all destroyed by the Angel of Gold and Silver race."

"But today, I avenged them. Even if I die for it, I have no regrets."

The truth was… these "prisoners" were not mere nameless captives.

Each of them had once been the pride of their people, leaders who commanded respect from countless others. But the Angels of Gold and Silver, driven by greed and an overbearing arrogance, had destroyed their civilizations, leaving their homes in ruins.

Even these powerful Awakeners had been captured and locked away, stripped of freedom. And all of it had been dressed up with the hypocritical term—"purification."

But purification in the Angels' tongue meant erasing everything—returning entire peoples to nothingness, caring nothing for the survival of other races.

At this moment, their condemnation of the Emperor of Angels reached its zenith. Daniel stood over the corpse of that once-supreme ruler, his eyes cold.

If the Angels of Gold and Silver had not imprisoned so many formidable beings in the Divine Realm, they would never have brought matters to this point.

Without the aid of these so-called prisoners, Daniel might never have been able to suppress the entire Angel race.

And truth be told, these prisoners' gratitude toward Daniel was genuine—but it wasn't blind loyalty. The reason they had fought so fiercely, throwing their lives into the fray, was because this was their revenge.

Without that thirst for vengeance, even with Milla's help, Daniel and she could never have broken through the encirclement of seven Archangels, much less shatter the Emperor of Angels' defense.

In the end, this overwhelming victory was born of the Angels' own sins.

It was then that Milla's voice reached Daniel's mind through a thread of mental power.

"Daniel… about the Sea of Resurrection—"

"I understand," he replied instantly.

With a subtle shift, Daniel activated the Gift of the Veiled Goddess, transforming his appearance into that of the Emperor of Angels himself.

He extended his consciousness toward the Sea of Resurrection, manipulating its authority once more.

[Do you wish to destroy the Sea of Resurrection?]

"Destroy it."

[The Sea of Resurrection is being destroyed. All souls currently in the process of revival will have their progress terminated.]

[Destruction countdown: 1 minute.]

[During the countdown, destruction may be canceled at any time.]

Daniel, of course, had no intention of canceling. As long as the Sea of Resurrection existed, the Emperor of Angels could be brought back. True, it would take at least half an hour, but Daniel had no intention of granting him even that chance.

Far away, the Sea of Resurrection began to fragment, its once-vast waters dissolving into motes of light. Those motes floated upward like dust under the sun before fading into nothing.

The prisoners erupted into cheers at the sight, some clapping, some throwing back their heads and howling at the sky. This was more than victory—it was the complete annihilation of the Angel of Gold and Silver race.

Just then, a massive shadow swept over them—the Demon Dragon Nidhogg descended from above.

"Lord Daniel," the dragon rumbled, his voice deep and edged with curiosity, "about what the Emperor of Angels said earlier… regarding the sun, Apollo—"

Back during the battle, Nidhogg had no chance to press the matter. But now, with the fight over, his curiosity—and concern—could not be contained. The sun was no small matter.

Daniel made no attempt to hide the truth.

"Yes. The sun, Apollo, will descend in the near future."

"And Apollo, like the Angels of Gold and Silver, is part of the same faction."

Nidhogg's jaw tightened, and the corners of his mouth twitched involuntarily.

"Lord Daniel… are you certain?"

"That is the sun we're talking about."