Reborn with Infinity Skill Points, I Enslaved All Universes

Daniel did not even bother to answer Fleshheart's furious roar.

In the blink of an eye, all of his clones were summoned at once, appearing in a circle around him like shadows stepping out of thin air.

Sixty-four figures manifested almost simultaneously, their presence overwhelming as they encircled Fleshheart in a perfect formation.

At that very moment, Daniel moved.

"Fleshheart," his voice was calm, but the weight of judgment filled the air, "you will pay the price for what you have done. Every debt you owe will be collected today. This moment is the reckoning you can no longer escape."

As his words fell, both his true body and all sixty-four clones launched into motion at once.

But this time, unlike their previous battles, the approach was entirely different.

Every single clone unleashed a different skill.

Sixty-four Daniel-like figures, moving in harmony, yet each using a unique technique—it was as though Daniel intended to cycle through the entirety of his arsenal in one single moment.

Yet the strangest part was this: their target was not Fleshheart at all.

All of their attacks were aimed directly at Daniel's true body.

From his palm, a strange sphere appeared—a cluster of pure nothingness.

It looked similar to darkness, but it was not the same.

This was not blackness; it was the absence of all things. A pearl of void, a sphere of existence erased from reality.

Daniel had achieved this by forcing the principle of Mixed Strike into a new form.

This battle, in truth, was not only a fight against Fleshheart. It was also a test—a trial to see if his latest theory could bear fruit.

Mixed Strike, a God Rank Skill, allowed the fusion of different abilities, weaving them into one blow. Until now, Daniel had only used it in the simplest sense—combining two skills together to amplify their destructive power.

But after long contemplation and analysis, he had come to a new realization.

Mixed Strike was not just about causing two abilities to react against one another. It was not simply an equation of one plus one equaling two.

It was the true fusion of powers. The creation of something wholly new.

Following that thought, he had experimented again and again, refining his process.

And the final result of his work was now cradled in his palm—a Void Pearl, a condensed sphere of utter emptiness.

Calling it "black" was not quite correct. The Void Pearl had no color of its own. It absorbed the light around it, devouring every hue until nothing remained.

"Very well," Daniel murmured with composure. "It is time to offer me your strength."

In that instant, the storm began.

From all sides, the clones unleashed their God Rank Skills.

The world blazed as dozens of ultimate techniques, each capable of shaking heaven and earth, poured toward Daniel's hand.

Even with his current strength, had he tried to endure them directly, his body would have been erased in an instant, reduced to dust and ash.

But Daniel had already prepared himself.

If the Void Pearl failed to endure, he would immediately trigger Dance of Death, then invoke Time Stream to escape into the past, rewinding himself out of destruction.

Yet Daniel had faith. He was certain the Void Pearl could withstand the storm.

On the other side, Fleshheart looked on with confusion.

Why would Daniel turn such overwhelming force against himself?

But despite its uncertainty, Fleshheart felt the pressure. The instincts of a Fake God Rank entity told it that danger was near.

Without hesitation, it too struck back.

Yet its attack was cautious, almost probing.

For all its arrogance, Fleshheart did not truly know Daniel.

Apart from their earlier clash, its understanding of him was limited.

It had, however, watched the entirety of the battle in the Divine Realm.

And in that war, Daniel had fought alongside others to slay the Emperor of Angels—a being of Demigod Rank.

To Fleshheart, the conclusion was clear. Daniel had not yet reached Fake God Rank.

In fact, he likely had not even broken through to Demigod Rank.

If he had truly been that strong, he would not have needed the aid of lesser fighters.

The Divine Realm battle had ended only hours ago.

Could Daniel have grown so dramatically in such a short span? No, that was impossible.

To bridge two entire tiers of power in mere hours—it was absurd.

Fleshheart laughed inwardly at the very thought.

Its confidence soared.

Yet as its confidence grew, its body erupted with violence.

From beneath the ground, countless tentacles of flesh writhed upward, lashing around Daniel's true form.

With the tentacles came the corruption, a wave of living pollution surging into him.

Almost immediately, Daniel's body began to change.

Flesh and muscle bulged grotesquely. His skin twisted, covered in writhing growths.

He looked more monster than man, a grotesque creature wrapped in blood and sinew.

But Daniel's expression remained tranquil.

In his hand, the Void Pearl continued to drink in the flood of God Rank Skills pouring into it.

Then, when the final ability had been absorbed, the Void Pearl began to glow.

A shimmering rainbow light, like the birth of a new world, pulsed from its surface.

Though Daniel's body was warped, though he looked monstrous, his lips curved into a faint smile.

"Mixed Strike," he said softly, "or perhaps you can call it by another name."

"Infinite Strike."

Fleshheart's expression twisted.

It had suspected what Daniel was doing, but it had not expected this outcome.

Immediately, it unfurled its domain, summoning a field of power to blanket the battlefield.

"Daniel," it sneered, "you still don't understand the rules of godly war. At our level, skills mean little. Unless you wield a true God Rank Skill, all your tricks are meaningless."

"At the highest levels, it is domains that decide the victor. Not flashy skills."

Its voice was drenched with mockery.

But Daniel did not flinch.

As the Void Pearl grew larger, his monstrous flesh dissolved. His form smoothed, his features returning to their human shape.

The reason was simple—the Void Pearl contained every God Rank Skill he possessed, including those that restored him to his original form.

The orb was no longer a weapon. It was his culmination.

All of his power, all of his mastery, all fused together.

He looked at Fleshheart with calm eyes.

"You truly believe domains are everything?" he asked. "You think my Infinite Strike is just another ordinary skill?"

At his words, Fleshheart felt a chill gnaw at the edges of its confidence.

Something was wrong.

It had not released its domain first.

And yet…

Wait.

The aura within that Void Pearl—

That was the breath of God Rank Skills.

So many of them, all contained within a single sphere.

Before it could react further, the Void Pearl drifted free of Daniel's hand.

In an instant, it split apart into sixty-four fragments.

Sixty-four Void Pearls now orbited Fleshheart, boxing it in from every side.

Alarmed, Fleshheart immediately contracted its domain, pulling the bloody power tight around itself.

It tried to erode the orbs, lashing out with corrosive energy to melt them away.

To its surprise, the Void Pearls burst like soap bubbles at the slightest touch.

"???"

"What is this nonsense?" Fleshheart thought in shock.

But instead of vanishing, the broken pearls shrank to grains of sand, glittering faintly.

Then, to its horror, those grains shimmered—

And in an instant, they restored themselves, reforming back into full Void Pearls.

And now, their glow was even brighter.

"What… what kind of abomination is this?" Fleshheart cried out, panic leaking into its voice.

Once more it hammered its domain against them, smashing the orbs apart.

But the cycle only repeated.

Each destruction gave birth to rebirth.

And each rebirth made them stronger.