Reborn with Infinity Skill Points, I Enslaved All Universes

Fleshheart was finally, utterly shaken.

It had resolved itself to sacrifice tremendous amounts of its own energy, summoning waves upon waves of blood-flesh tendrils in the desperate hope of carving open an escape route.

Yet, to its dismay and rising panic, even after paying such a steep price, those attacks achieved absolutely nothing against Daniel's domain.

Bang! Bang!

The tendrils whipped and lashed with all their strength against the surface of the Void Orb.

But no matter how they struck, the only result was a faint ripple that shimmered briefly and then disappeared, leaving the sphere unscathed.

The sensation was maddening.

Fleshheart felt like a beast trapped within an iron cage, flailing against its bars in vain.

There was no way out, no path to survival.

What it could not comprehend was how a mere demigod-rank human could wield such terrifying power.

Fleshheart was no ordinary entity—it was a sovereign abomination at the pinnacle of Fake God rank, a being so resilient that even assaults from true gods could be endured.

Yet here it was, pressed into utter helplessness by someone who should have been far beneath its station.

"Demigod rank… since when has it grown this strong?"

Fleshheart's mind reeled.

"This is impossible. It defies all reason. Even demigods are not supposed to reach such a level of might!"

Meanwhile, Daniel watched Fleshheart's frantic struggling, a faint curl of disdain tugging at his lips.

"Fleshheart," he said calmly, "there's no point in continuing your resistance."

His eyes gleamed with cold certainty.

"Though, I must admit, ending you is not a simple matter. Killing a Fake God rank truly is troublesome."

The truth was that Daniel had never intended for this confrontation to be a straightforward duel.

From the very beginning, the reason he had gathered the awakened warriors of all races onto the Flesh Continent was simple: he wanted to use this battle as the perfect opportunity to completely eradicate Fleshheart once and for all.

This grotesque entity was too dangerous, too unpredictable a threat to allow to linger.

Although the operation had seen unexpected twists, the overall progression of events still matched Daniel's initial strategy.

In fact, Daniel even suspected that his remarkable fortune—his eleven points of Luck—had quietly influenced the course of the campaign.

But such subtle forces of destiny were not things easily measured or spoken of with certainty.

On another front, Human Emperor Odin himself had joined the battle.

The reality of the Flesh Continent exceeded even his seasoned expectations.

Though he had read the Artists' manuscripts that described this nightmarish land, words on parchment could never capture the visceral horror of standing upon it.

An entire continent blanketed in pulsating flesh and muscle… even Odin, who had seen much across his long reign, found himself shaken by the grotesque sight.

Now he stood far beneath the surface—ten thousand kilometers down into the earth.

At such crushing depths, the pressure was tremendous.

Even for a demigod like Odin, every movement carried weight, and every breath was burdened.

He had reached this depth only because Fleshheart had once carved tunnels through the flesh to extend its influence.

Without such passageways, not even Odin's strength could have brought him here swiftly.

And this alone revealed the truth: though Odin too bore the rank of demigod, his power far exceeded that of his peers.

What lay before him was not a giant heart, but instead a foul, stinking lake of roiling blood plasma.

The stench was suffocating, the fluid bubbling and hissing as though alive.

According to the intelligence Daniel had provided, this was one of Fleshheart's hidden energy sources.

Destroying it would deal another crippling blow to the abomination's strength.

Odin did not hesitate. With a single motion, he raised his fist and struck.

In an instant, a colossal phantom of his fist materialized, then shot forward like a cannonball, smashing down upon the surface of the lake.

Boom!

The lake erupted.

At its center, a crater yawned open, boiling blood evaporating into a sickening mist. Beneath the dissolving fluid, tangled networks of thick, pulsating blood vessels were laid bare.

"Daniel, that boy's intelligence was spot on," Odin muttered approvingly.

Without pause, he reached into his storage space and drew forth a long-unused but treasured weapon—a sword of rarest make.

"It has been many years since I last struck with my own hand," he said with a faint smile. "Let us see what my strength has become."

[Sword of Honesty – Execution Slash]

With a sweep of the blade, arcs of blinding light cleaved into the lake.

The web of blood vessels was cut apart, spraying gouts of crimson in every direction. The energy source of Fleshheart was torn asunder.

Back on the central battlefield, Daniel's lips curved into a thin smile.

"Fleshheart… you're finished."

The abomination shuddered violently. Out of nowhere, it felt an unfamiliar sensation coil around its core—fear.

The writhing tendrils flailed restlessly as Fleshheart prepared to unleash its most destructive strike. For the very first time, it sensed death hovering so close it could almost taste it.

Meanwhile, in the Mental Plane, Daniel's manifested avatar was waiting.

The very moment Fleshheart conceived the thought of unleashing its ultimate attack, Daniel's avatar acted, shattering a massive ethereal treasure chest in an instant.

And on the Flesh Continent, the result was immediate: Fleshheart froze, locked in a momentary stupor.

"What was I about to do? Right… I… Wait…"

The thought dissolved, forgotten.

Daniel, of course, did not waste this golden opportunity. With the full authority of his title, he issued a command that resounded through the battlefield.

"All humans—expend every effort, every resource! Destroy every trace of Fleshheart!"

The order thundered across the continent.

At once, countless awakened warriors ignited their final reserves, launching a furious barrage of attacks.

The massive hearts that had once pulsed ominously now exploded into heaps of shredded gore, reduced to nothing more than scattered fragments.

This kind of absolute annihilation would last for only five seconds at most—but for Daniel, those five seconds were all he required.

In that brief moment, the Flesh Continent became unrecognizably clean.

For the first time in millennia, no flesh pulsed, no tendrils writhed. The grotesque landscape was scoured bare.

Not just the colossal hearts, but countless smaller ones were obliterated. Squads of awakened fighters fanned out to guard every location, ensuring nothing would regenerate.

Daniel's order required thousands upon thousands of squads to act in perfect synchronization.

Had even one team faltered or disobeyed, the entire effort might have collapsed.

But Daniel's prestige now towered high. His command was iron, his will absolute.

Moreover, he infused his order with the guiding influence of Psychic Perception, ensuring every awakened heard, understood, and obeyed without confusion.

The result was flawless. Not a single mistake was made.

In the span of mere heartbeats, the Flesh Continent—nurtured and ruled by Fleshheart for thousands of years—was wiped clean.

And in that fleeting interval, Daniel saw his one and only chance to deliver the killing blow.

He wasted no hesitation.

This time, he did not bother to manifest a Void Orb. Instead, he unleashed a Mixed Strike, weaving together and stacking the devastating power of multiple God Rank Skills into one overwhelming convergence.

In an instant, brilliant radiance erupted across the surface of Fleshheart's body, light so dazzling it seared into the eyes.

Daniel had already simulated this very moment tens of thousands of times within the realm of Mental Deduction. To him, it was no longer a gamble or an uncertainty. Every motion, every surge of power unfolded like a practiced inevitability.

"Fleshheart, your time is over!" Daniel's voice rang out like a judgment pronounced by heaven itself.

"From the instant you endured Aurelia's assault, your fate was sealed. This ending was always waiting for you!"

"This is your destiny—inescapable, inevitable!"