Reborn with Infinity Skill Points, I Enslaved All Universes

Inside the abyss, within Sarko's palace, the gamble between Daniel and Sarko had already been played out over a thousand times.

And in every single attempt, without exception, Daniel emerged victorious.

Perhaps it was because of his luck. This time, Daniel did not even need to use Time Stream, yet he still claimed victory without effort.

His Luck Value had reached an incredible height of eleven points, pushing his fortune into a realm that no longer made sense.

Even among the devotees of the Goddess of Luck, Luke, not a single one had ever exceeded ten points of luck. Daniel had crossed into a place no one had touched before.

It was as if the world itself bent toward him. More and more, he felt that his life had drifted toward the absurd, toward something like wish-fulfillment.

No matter how improbable, events unfolded in his favor. Even the rarest possibilities still occurred, as though fate had already been written with him at the center.

At times it felt as though he were the child of the plane itself, the beloved of some supreme will that favored him above all others.

And yet, beneath this blessing, Daniel felt a deep unease.

If he already seemed impossibly lucky at eleven points, then what would it mean to stand at thirteen points, as Luke herself once had? What kind of existence would that be?

Sarko, on the other hand, had long since lost everything. His fortune was gone, his treasures stripped away, his authority meaningless. He stood in complete ruin.

But his greed had not diminished. It had grown more ravenous. His hunger only increased, swelling until it consumed reason.

He believed, against all sense, that one more gamble could turn it all around.

"Another round! Just one more round!" Sarko cried out, his voice hoarse with desperation. "This time I'll win it all back! Please, Daniel, just one more wager! I beg you!"

Daniel did not answer him. He only shook his head quietly.

The time had come.

Daniel stood up. At the same moment, his clone appeared behind Sarko. In an instant, Daniel seized him, carrying him away.

The palace vanished behind them. The two of them appeared within the abyss core.

From his spatial pack, Daniel drew out the key of the abyss. Without hesitation, he set it into the abyss core.

…

Far away, upon the Storm Sea, Edward and Dean had reached a small island together.

"Flesh and blood," Edward said calmly, "I think we've already been noticed."

Dean, standing beside him, narrowed his eyes. "Then what should we do next, Edward?"

Although Edward was not the strongest of the three of them, both Dean and Fleshheart seemed willing to listen to his judgment.

Edward thought in silence for a moment before speaking.

"I believe we should wait and see. Fleshheart's mind may have been influenced by the Mental Plane. We can't ignore that possibility."

Dean frowned sharply, disagreeing.

"No. I don't think that's right. Daniel's growth is too fast. If we keep choosing to avoid him, if we don't deal with him now, then soon he'll reach a point where we cannot oppose him at all."

He clenched his fists. "We cannot afford to miss this opportunity."

Edward was silent again, then finally turned to Dean with a measured look.

"You might be right," he admitted. "Your judgment has weight. In that case, you should handle matters on that side. As for me, I intend to return to the Primordial Land."

For Edward, only one thing remained between him and his next step. He needed to kill a single god devotee. Just one. That was all it would take to ascend to Fake God Rank.

And he was prepared. Everything was ready.

Deep inside, he carried a sense of foreboding. If he let this chance pass him by, he might never have another.

The three of them looked at one another. None of them spoke of fear, only calm.

"Take care," one of them said.

"Don't die," another answered.

…

At that same time, a sudden notice appeared before every member of the human race.

It was a proclamation. A message from the Human Emperor.

But unlike before, it was not the same for everyone.

Each individual saw a different message, shaped by their own experiences.

It was Daniel's first attempt to broadcast not a single uniform command, but countless unique ones, tailored to each person.

He had achieved this only because of Psychic Perception. With its power, Daniel could divide his mind into countless strands, sending each one outward like rivers branching from a single sea.

And with the added force of Mental Deduction, he could think a billion thoughts at once.

Across the land, countless awakeners gathered at the northern border of humanity.

They did not stop there. Their march pressed further, past the territory once belonging to the abyss, driving straight toward the continent of flesh.

Before them, the living tide of blood and meat trembled violently.

The world seemed to hold its breath, as though a great battle were inevitable.

Those assembled were the strongest of the strong, the most elite awakeners humanity had to offer.

Yet after marching for some time, a question began to spread among them.

"Has anyone noticed?" one whispered. "The Emperor's orders feel… scattered."

Another frowned. "Could it be… Daniel is giving each of us different commands?"

"That can't be possible. Humanity alone numbers in the hundreds of billions. That doesn't even count our vassals. Are you telling me Daniel can divide his mind into hundreds of billions of strands?"

If it had been anyone else, the answer would have been obvious. Impossible.

But this was Daniel.

And because it was him, they hesitated. None could dismiss the idea outright.

For all around them, it was exactly what they saw happening.

No two orders were alike. Each task matched their talents, their strengths, their past experiences. Daniel was arranging them into different groups, shaping specialized units, assigning every individual to the place where they could act with the greatest effect.

The more they thought of it, the more terrifying it became.

Daniel, their emperor, was beyond comprehension.

But inside his own mind, Daniel felt himself like a vast supercomputer, working ceaselessly.

The weight of dividing his thoughts into billions pressed down on him until his head swam. His vision blurred.

It was not pleasant.

If not for necessity, he would never have chosen to attempt this.

Meanwhile, the abyss itself was shrinking, collapsing into itself.

Piece by piece, the abyss folded away. And finally, the entirety of it was consumed, sealed into the abyss key.

In that moment, the World of Myriad Races and the Continent of Flesh were joined once more.

And almost immediately, the tide of flesh surged, spreading toward the World of Myriad Races like a living flood.

…

The first to feel it was Fleshheart.

After pouring out unimaginable energy, it had succeeded in restoring the entire Continent of Flesh to its former state.

But it had never expected the abyss to vanish.

When the two continents joined again, Fleshheart felt it instantly—its ascension ritual had been completed.

Now, only a final trial remained before it could step fully into Demigod Rank.

Exhilaration filled its heart.

But just as triumph surged through it, a figure appeared before its eyes.

For a moment Fleshheart was stunned. Then its face twisted with fury, and it roared.

"Daniel! You dare to appear before me again?"

"Do you think I cannot kill you? Do you think your constant provocations will go unpunished?"

"You will regret this!"