Reborn with Infinity Skill Points, I Enslaved All Universes

The skill of mental corruption was never meant to deal damage directly.

Its true power lay elsewhere.

As long as it inflicted even the slightest harm, the contamination could accumulate, layer upon layer, steadily lowering the target's sanity.

In an instant, the blood moon's sanity plummeted by half.

And the moment it dipped below fifty percent, madness consumed it completely.

But even so, Daniel had no intention of giving it a single chance.

What surprised him, however, was that the blood moon did not retreat.

It attacked.

Driven insane, its mind shattered, yet its colossal body still moved with terrifying force.

Madness, instead of crippling it, pushed its violence even higher.

Its blows grew fiercer, its power surged.

And since Daniel was the only living presence nearby, every ounce of its rage fixed upon him.

The assault was relentless.

Attacks rained down in waves so dense they were nearly impossible to avoid.

Even Daniel, agile and alert, could not dodge them all.

But fortunately, most of the blood moon's strikes were aimed at the spirit.

And the spiritual battlefield was precisely where Daniel was least afraid.

Its offensive was furious, but to him, it was little more than noise.

The difference was simple: his God Rank Skill.

Without that divine protection to keep his mind anchored, he too would have been swept into madness by now.

It was only thanks to that safeguard that his spirit remained unbroken.

Daniel wasted no time.

He summoned a demi-plane.

He still possessed plenty of spatial seeds, and now was the perfect moment to use one.

He would drag the blood moon inside, sealing it temporarily.

Later, he could reopen the demi-plane from the Primordial Plane itself.

And when that happened, the blood moon would emerge there—

only to be crushed by the rules of that place.

It was a simple plan.

Use its madness against it.

Let the rules of the world finish what he started.

The sequence played out just as he had envisioned.

The blood moon was lured into the demi-plane, its frenzy escalating.

It tore through that artificial space, nearly shattering it entirely.

At the last moment, Daniel opened the portal, and the blood moon was dragged into the Primordial Plane.

There, in the cradle of stellar birth, the shackles upon such beings were strongest.

The moment the blood moon appeared, cracks spread across its surface.

Powerful, jagged fissures marred its glow.

Alice's Stellar Constraint had proven itself a weapon crafted for this very purpose.

The perfect counter to stellar entities.

Daniel did not idle.

This time he laced his blade with flame, the edge burning with destruction.

And then he unleashed Phantom Slash once more.

Two God Rank Skills, layered together.

The pressure was immense.

The long sword in his hands quivered, pushed to its limits.

He half-suspected that if he tried to add even one more buff, this legendary weapon would explode.

So much for legendary gear.

Tools had their limits.

It was his will and skills that mattered most.

Shaking the thought aside, Daniel raised his sword and brought it down in a storm.

Tens of thousands of strikes rained down, a meteor shower of light tearing into the blood moon's body.

Already weakened by the punishment of the rules, the blood moon could not withstand it.

Its defenses shattered.

Its body convulsed.

Uncontrollable, it plummeted toward the ground.

In truth, it had been dead the moment madness claimed it.

When its mind broke, the body was nothing more than a husk waiting to collapse.

But spirit was spirit.

Madness was not the same as death.

And Daniel was careful, always careful.

He would not assume victory until proof was in his hands.

Even as the blood moon fell, he dispatched multiple avatars, each tasked with tracing its descent.

He wanted its corpse, or what remained of it.

No loose ends.

No lingering threats.

At last, the blood moon crashed into the Storm Sea.

…

Beneath the waves of the Storm Sea, war between the Ten Thousand Races and the Continent of Flesh had not yet begun.

Daniel turned toward Isabella, who lingered within her prison.

He spoke evenly, his voice without a hint of heat.

"Isabella. At this point, if you wish to leave this wretched place, there is only one option.

I'll give you the choice: remain here, or come with me.

I can't promise you everything, but seeing the sky with your own eyes again—

isn't that, in itself, a kind of romance?"

Her eyes flickered.

Her lips curved upward in the faintest of smiles.

Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined this.

This man—this human male—was negotiating with her.

Not begging.

Not lusting.

Not threatening.

Negotiating.

In her entire existence, it was the first time.

Usually, there were only two kinds of people who approached her.

Those who wanted to kill her.

And those who wanted her body.

And often, the two overlapped.

Men sacrificed reason, morality, everything, just to claim her.

Women dared not meet her gaze, lest they be lost in it.

But here was Daniel.

Calm.

Businesslike.

Not enthralled, not trembling.

Even Aurelia, when she had sealed Isabella ages ago, had not dared to look directly into her eyes.

And this man dared to speak terms?

Her smile widened.

"Terms, is it? Very well. Then prove yourself first. Show me your strength."

Her eyes gleamed, charm woven into every glance.

Though sealed, she still radiated allure effortlessly, her beauty undimmed.

Daniel's response was curt.

"Then stay here. I'll be leaving."

He turned his back without hesitation.

Patience had its limits.

She was sealed, powerless, yet still posturing?

Ridiculous.

Let her dream on.

But he could read her thoughts.

He felt her turmoil, her hesitation.

She knew the truth.

If she entered the Corridor of Time, she would live there forever—

unless Daniel chose otherwise.

Her fate, her freedom, would rest entirely in his hands.

And she knew, too, that her presence might not even benefit him.

She was a risk.

A weapon that might cut both ways.

Still, after long thought, she yielded.

"All right. I understand. I will follow your lead."

A sigh slipped from her lips, followed by a plaintive look.

"Human… you won't do strange things to me while I'm sealed, will you?"