Chapter271-The Warehouse Is Gone
Near Warehouse No. 98,
Daniel stepped out from the shadows. Only now, he was no longer in his original form—he had taken on the exact appearance of the Administrator of Warehouse No. 98.
Back when he had first arrived, Daniel had already used his mind power to scan the Administrator stationed here.
And once he had a complete reading of the man's appearance, the Gift of the Veiled Goddess activated—transforming Daniel into an exact replica of the Administrator, down to the smallest cellular structure.
With his current guise, Daniel walked confidently up to the warehouse entrance, calm and composed.
"I need to mobilize some resources,"
Daniel said aloud while slowly spreading his wings.
On one side of those wings was an emblem unique to the Angel race.
For most angels, one only needed to look at the markings on the wings to verify a person's identity.
The guards stationed at Warehouse No. 98 did not harbor the slightest suspicion toward this "Administrator."
After all, everyone knew that the Divine Realm possessed incredibly powerful detection capabilities—any form of darkness or deceit would be instantly revealed.
Because of this, it never occurred to them that anyone could disguise themselves as their esteemed Administrator and slip past their divine scrutiny.
Warehouse No. 98, relative to the main city of the Angel of Gold and Silver race, was considered a rather remote outpost.
Moreover, the Divine Realm spanned an enormous area. The incident Daniel had stirred up barely a minute ago hadn't even reached this far.
Even if news of it had traveled here, it likely wouldn't have caused much of a stir. In the eyes of the Divine Realm, the myriad mortal races were nothing but ants.
Just like how no human would care about the life or death of a single ant, much less check the news about them—and even if they did, it would be merely out of idle curiosity.
Thus, the angels patrolling the perimeter of Warehouse No. 98 were completely unaware of what Daniel had done moments ago.
Even if they had been aware, they wouldn't have cared.
From a logical standpoint, even if Daniel wanted to cause trouble in the Divine Realm, wouldn't he go to the main city or the Emperor of Angels' palace?
What business would he have coming to a remote, insignificant place like Warehouse No. 98?
He might as well go destroy the Sea of Resurrection instead!
No sane angel would have believed that Daniel would appear here.
And that misjudgment allowed him to enter the warehouse completely unchallenged.
Upon stepping inside, Daniel couldn't help but marvel inwardly.
While the Primordial Core Weapon was extremely powerful, even that had its limits—every weapon could be countered or circumvented.
But Gift of the Veiled Goddess, this God Rank Skill, was something else entirely.
It didn't just disguise Daniel superficially. It transformed him into another person completely, right down to the molecular level.
Which meant—he could easily inherit the target's access privileges.
Sure, the Primordial Core Weapon was devastating.
But had Daniel attempted to break into Warehouse No. 98 head-on, he would've faced a gauntlet of obstacles and resistance.
Direct assaults and stealth infiltration were completely different challenges.
Without the Gift of the Veiled Goddess, Daniel sincerely doubted he'd have even reached this far.
Now inside, he extended his senses to survey the contents of the warehouse.
What he found stunned him:
[Invitation to the Sinful Underground Labyrinth][Access Permit to the Lost Paradise][Admission Ticket to the Undead Heaven][Key to the Hellish Cage]
...
Daniel never expected that the warehouse contained tokens and keys granting access to various dimensions and underground labyrinths.
These tokens might be physical keys, invitations, or other artifacts. But one thing was consistent—anyone seeking access to specific realms needed these items.
No wonder the warehouse was so heavily guarded.
From a surface-level glance, Warehouse No. 98 appeared indistinguishable from others—unremarkable and mundane.
But from a strategic standpoint, it was of tremendous importance.
Daniel didn't hesitate. He immediately selected the necessary components and synthesized a brand-new skill:
[Universal Gauntlet]
And of course, he enhanced it to maximum capacity while he was at it.
Once he acquired the Universal Gauntlet, Daniel cast his gaze toward the distant Dark Prison, the corners of his lips curling upward in satisfaction.
"Thank you, Milla," he whispered.
Without her guidance, how could he possibly have found such treasures?
Then, he looked again at the freshly-acquired God Rank Skill.
[Universal Gauntlet]Effect: Ignores all prerequisites and forcibly opens the barrier between any two spaces.
Daniel nodded in approval.
Today's haul was more than satisfying.
He glanced at the now-empty warehouse and couldn't help but mutter to himself.
"Leaving such a great warehouse empty... what a waste."
"Maybe I should add a little something to it?"
As he said this, he retrieved 32 Primordial Core Weapons from his backpack space.
Currently, all angels in the Divine Realm had developed immunity to the destructive damage of the Primordial Core Weapon.
But Daniel's objective went beyond simply blowing up Warehouse No. 98.
There was another goal—to draw the angels' attention and destroy Warehouse No. 97 in the process.
In reality, Warehouses 97 and 98 were built side by side.
Warehouse 97 stored gear that was only usable by the Angel of Gold and Silver race. From Daniel's quick mind power scan, he found nothing of value—at least, nothing that interested him.
Still, common sense told him that anything stored here must be useful to their race's combat capability. Otherwise, why preserve it?
Since that was the case, he figured he might as well destroy it too.
Even if it only resulted in a small loss to the Angel of Gold and Silver faction, it was still a loss.
After all, Warehouse 97 held a bit over ten billion pieces of equipment—not a trivial sum.
As the countdown reached zero,
a thunderous explosion erupted from inside Warehouse No. 98.
Then—a blazing miniature sun emerged from the ground itself!
The sudden, blinding blast stunned the patrolling angels nearby.
Their expressions turned blank as their minds stalled for several seconds.
Only after that delay did they snap to attention and rush toward the site.
But what awaited them left them paralyzed with despair.
The areas where Warehouses 97 and 98 once stood... were completely leveled.
In their place was a massive crater gouged deep into the earth.
In that moment, every angel understood the horrifying truth:
Both warehouses—and everything inside them—had been utterly destroyed.
Dark Prison
Daniel's figure once again appeared before Milla.
This time, however, he used his original appearance.
As soon as he emerged, the surrounding patrolling angels swarmed in from all directions.
"What do you think you're doing?" one of them barked.
Chapter272-Freeing Milla
At the entrance of the Dark Prison,
Daniel was completely surrounded by patrolling angels.
But he didn't show a trace of panic. Instead, he casually raised his hand and snapped his fingers.
In the next instant, a flood of Abyssal Summoned Creatures erupted from every corner, completely engulfing the interior of the Dark Prison.
Before the angels could even react, they were ripped to shreds, their divine bodies torn apart by the savage summoned beasts.
Sensing the abrupt shift within the prison, the powerful beings trapped inside the golden birdcages began to awaken one after another.
Without wasting a second, Daniel activated his Universal Gauntlet.
In a flash, the metallic birdcage that held Milla was forcefully opened.
Milla, now regaining her freedom, looked utterly elated.
"Hahaha! Finally free again. What a wonderful feeling!"
"Daniel, this world really is fascinating. We've never met before—not once—and yet you still managed to find me."
"And the most surprising part is... you actually rescued me. All those hints I left behind turned out to be completely unnecessary."
As she spoke, Milla scratched her forehead lightly, then turned to glance at the other golden birdcages around them.
"Daniel, everyone locked up here could basically be considered our friends. And their resentment toward the angels runs deep."
"So... why don't we take this opportunity and stir up some real chaos?"
Meanwhile, outside the Dark Prison,
numerous angels were arriving to reinforce the area.
To be fair, their response time was impressively fast—in just a few breaths' time, reinforcements had already begun pouring in.
Daniel didn't sit idly by either. He immediately summoned two of his clones, then used Spirit of Skills to unleash Meteor Arrow Rain.
In the blink of an eye, beams of radiant light rained down, wiping out every angel below level 300 with terrifying ease.
Of course, the remaining Angel Hearts weren't wasted. Daniel quickly swept them into his backpack with practiced efficiency.
The battlefield descended into utter chaos.
Yet Daniel's main body didn't join in the assault. Instead, he turned to Milla and began to speak.
"Milla, can you tell me why you're here?"
Though Daniel had a hunch—believing Milla might have shown up to help him—
he still wasn't one to blindly trust anyone.
Milla responded with an innocent-looking smile.
"You might not know this, but I've had some real bad luck. About 500 years ago, I accidentally wandered into a spatial rift."
"That damn rift tossed me straight into the Divine Realm. And you can imagine—this place is hell for someone like me. No matter where I tried to hide, I'd get found."
"Those angels, they're like sharks scenting blood. They hunted me down nonstop."
"I really was doomed. Eventually, I got caught by those Angel of Gold and Silver bastards—and locked up here."
Her story made sense on the surface, but it was also ridiculously far-fetched.
After all, Milla wasn't some average adventurer—she was not only a powerful Awakener, but also a devotee of the Luck Goddess.
How could someone like her "accidentally" fall into a spatial rift?
Even if she had, escaping it should've been child's play for her.
"So, you've just been waiting here for me all this time?"
Daniel decided to voice the doubt gnawing at him.
Milla simply smiled in a teasing manner.
"Daniel, what are you thinking? Honestly, I had no idea I'd run into you here."
"In fact, just a few minutes ago, I was still wondering how the hell I was going to break out."
Daniel couldn't help twitching at her response.
He'd originally thought Milla had foreseen his arrival—but apparently not. Even she hadn't expected him to show up.
"Then why did you guide me to that location earlier?"
"Oh, that? Well, I passed by that area once and figured it might be where the key was hidden. So I left a subtle hint, hoping you'd find it and rescue me."
"Wait... how did you know I'd even be heading there?"
Daniel didn't answer that last question. Instead, he used his Eye of Insight to assess her—and confirmed that she wasn't lying.
Which led him to a rather absurd conclusion:
The devotees of the Luck Goddess were, frankly, utterly unhinged.
They didn't plan anything. They acted on whims and intuition.
And yet, it was precisely this whimsical nature that often led them to achieve miracles without even realizing it.
That realization gave Daniel a much clearer understanding of just how terrifying the Luck Goddess truly was.
Without her divine backing, her devotees probably would've died a dozen times over from their reckless behavior.
Daniel made a snap decision.
He used Time Stream to return to one second prior, and this time, didn't ask any further questions.
Instead, he focused entirely on clearing the battlefield—summoning all available Spirit of Skills and ramping up his offensive output to maximum.
A rain of meteors blanketed the skies,
falling in dazzling showers of light—
but beneath the beauty lay nothing but death.
"Daniel," Milla suddenly said, "since we've met again like this, don't you think it might be fate?"
"What if all of this—every twist and turn—was guided by destiny?"
"Maybe my role here is to join you... and give these disobedient angels the punishment they deserve!"
Daniel didn't respond. No matter how he looked at it, the reality was that the two of them would now be working together—
and wreaking havoc in the heart of angelic territory.
At the same time, the outer perimeter of the Dark Prison was swarming with reinforcements.
The angels had formed dense formations, completely surrounding the site on all sides.
Just then, Milla turned to Daniel and said:
"The Luck Goddess has a 4,000-year-old covenant with you."
"That agreement hasn't ended yet. But unfortunately, Her Eminence can no longer descend to the Origin Lands."
"Maybe she sensed you were in danger. That's probably why she sent me here."
"So tell me, Lord Daniel... what exactly do you plan to do in the Divine Realm?"
"Speak your reason. Perhaps I can help."
"But I've got a hunch—freeing these prisoners might just be the key to our next move."
As she finished, Milla gestured toward the remaining golden birdcages.
Daniel expanded his mind power, scanning each cage in detail.
After a few moments, he nodded slightly.
"The enemy of my enemy... is my friend," he murmured.
He immediately summoned all his clones, then pressed the Universal Gauntlet against the cages.
Just as he was about to unlock them—
A deep, commanding voice echoed across the area:
"Initiate lockdown protocols. Enhance cage security systems."
"No being shall be able to open these cages from now on!"
Chapter273-The Strength of the Emperor of Angels
The command just issued came from the Archangel responsible for guarding this section of the Dark Prison.
And his power was formidable—he was already a level 500 being, the pinnacle of strength, representing the highest combat power within the Angel of Gold and Silver race.
Following his order, the authority level of the metal birdcages was instantly elevated. Their structural integrity increased significantly, making them nearly impenetrable.
So much so that even if the Emperor of Angels himself descended, these cages couldn't be opened.
And yet... despite all that, the command seemed to have no effect on Daniel.
He simply reached out, gently grasped the lock on one of the cages—
—and with a casual twist, the cage opened effortlessly.
As it did, a profound, dark aura surged outward like a tidal wave.
"Human... thank you."
A powerful mental projection communicated directly into Daniel's mind.
Nidhogg, the Dark Dragon, was finally freed.
The moment he emerged, a torrent of immense dark energy began to manifest around his body.
It was the purest form of darkness, so dense and untainted that it seemed capable of swallowing all light in its path.
What was most terrifying was that this darkness wasn't stationary—it spread outward like ink bleeding through water.
Wherever it touched, patrolling angels were instantly devoured.
These angels didn't even have time to scream. They simply vanished into the abyss, consumed by the silence of oblivion.
On the other side, Lucifer the Fallen Angel was also released.
Unlike the other angels, Lucifer's wings were no longer radiant gold—
Instead, they had transformed into a deep violet, symbolic of corruption and darkness.
Lucifer's attacks were especially distinctive.
Though they followed the general framework of angelic combat techniques, his strikes were laced with purple flames—a twisted flame that carried corrosive energy, capable of infecting and torturing enemy angels.
The afflicted writhed in agony, their holy forms tainted by desecration.
At this point, angels below level 300 weren't even qualified to be cannon fodder.
The battlefield had become a slaughterhouse, and the angels were being massacred without mercy.
Daniel did not participate directly in the combat.
Instead, he focused entirely on unlocking more cages, freeing more prisoners.
Perhaps sensing Daniel's actions, more angels launched a coordinated assault in his direction.
But Daniel ignored them completely, continuing with his mission.
Just as their attacks were about to land—
A roar of dragonfire swept across the battlefield, turning the attackers into ashes.
"I don't know why you're doing this, but we owe you."
"Human, you've given us a second chance at life. If not for you, I might have remained trapped in that damned cage for eternity."
Nidhogg lowered his massive head and nodded toward Daniel in acknowledgment.
The others who had been released also sent Daniel waves of friendly intent.
They were fully aware that he was the one who had given them freedom.
Daniel's gaze swept over the newly freed prisoners.
Each and every one of them radiated incredible power.
Judging by level alone, all of them were above level 450.
To put it bluntly, even within the high-ranking species like the Angel of Gold and Silver, a 450-level being was considered top-tier strength.
That meant the ones Daniel had released could directly challenge the angelic elites.
And perhaps that was exactly why they had been imprisoned in the first place.
At that moment, Daniel transmitted a message to Milla via mind power:
"I'm planning to go hunt the Emperor of Angels."
Hearing that, even the usually playful and carefree Milla couldn't help but gasp.
Insanity. This was madness beyond belief.
She had always assumed only the devotees of the Luck Goddess were capable of executing such irrational and reckless plans.
But now, it turned out Daniel made even them look tame.
She had never, not even once, considered the possibility of trying to assassinate the Emperor of Angels.
Milla took a deep breath to stabilize her emotions. Then she turned to Daniel, her expression solemn.
"The Emperor of Angels is... beyond powerful."
"Even if our boss showed up, it might not be enough to take him down."
"Let me put it this way—he's even stronger than Michael from 4000 years ago."
"I don't know what your current strength is, but if you're still around the level you were 4000 years ago, then breaking through his defenses will be extremely difficult."
It was clear Milla already knew that the "Daniel" from 4000 years ago was actually the future version of him who had time-traveled.
She just didn't know when he had come from.
Upon hearing her words, Daniel involuntarily recalled the great war of 4000 years ago.
The "boss" Milla referred to was Kate.
Back then, if not for Kate shattering Michael's defenses, even Daniel wouldn't have been able to activate Mind Hunt on him.
Michael's defense was simply too overwhelming.
And based on that logic, Daniel now understood:
Even if he managed to locate the Emperor of Angels, unless he could break his defenses, there would be no way to kill him.
After all, Mind Hunt could only be used when the enemy had already sustained damage.
But if he couldn't even pierce Michael's defense back then, how could he possibly overcome the Emperor's, who was even more powerful?
Just then, Milla continued speaking:
"And you also need to keep this in mind—under the Emperor of Angels are several extremely powerful Archangels."
"Their average level is around 500, and they've reached the demigod tier. Fighting them won't be easy."
Daniel nodded with a grim expression.
Thanks to his past discussions with Kate, he'd finally understood the complex hierarchy of godly power:
Demigod RankDemigod TierFake God TierTrue God Tier
Although all of these were generally referred to as "god-level," the difference in power between each tier was vast.
Those Archangels were firmly in the Demigod Tier category.
Even for someone like Daniel, facing multiple Archangels at once would be an extremely tough challenge.
"So, do you have any suggestions?"
Daniel wasn't rigid in his thinking. He knew brute force wasn't the only path forward.
He wanted to see what Milla might offer—after all, she was a devotee of the Luck Goddess.
In Daniel's mind, if there was anyone capable of seizing a miracle out of sheer randomness, it was her.
And sure enough, when she heard his question, a gentle smile crept onto her face.
"Actually, the timing right now... is just perfect."
"My advice?" She paused, then continued with a glint in her eye.
"Let's follow the will of fate."
Chapter274-Change of Plans
"Follow the will of fate?"
Daniel was completely puzzled by Milla's words.
But before he could ask, Milla continued.
"What I mean by the will of fate is this—you do need my help."
"To be honest, I've seen your capabilities. If you're expecting me to help you kill the Emperor of Angels, I can't do it."
"Or rather, let me put it this way—on the Emperor's home turf, the Divine Realm, no one can kill him."
"But if all you need is someone to break through his defenses, that I can help with."
"You probably won't believe it, but I'm actually a lot stronger now than Kate was back then."
Hearing this, Daniel nodded.
"Good. In that case, we shouldn't have any issues."
"As long as you can breach his defenses, I'll have room to make my move."
Milla, however, gave a helpless smile in response.
"You make it sound easy, but have you considered something?" she said, eyebrows raised.
"With so many demigod-tier enemies around, are you sure I can even get close enough to crack his defenses?"
"Even if I can, are you not worried I might die in the process?"
Daniel's lips twitched.
Wasn't a devotee of the Luck Goddess supposed to be favored by fate?
A few demigods were enough to take her down?
Still, since Milla had raised the point herself, Daniel couldn't refute her. Instead, he paused to think, then asked seriously:
"In that case, tell me honestly—how strong are you now?"
"If I'm not up against the Emperor of Angels directly, I can probably take on two demigod-tier enemies at once. That's about my limit."
"But if I do face the Emperor himself, I don't stand a chance."
"So in the end, this battle still rests on your shoulders, Lord Daniel!"
Their conversation seemed to go on for quite some time.
But since it was done through mind power, it only took a moment in real-time—just a few blinks of an eye.
Within a few breaths, Daniel and Milla had reached an agreement.
Then Daniel began moving across the battlefield, collecting Angel Hearts.
Before he knew it, he had enough.
Meanwhile, the battlefield itself had completely tilted in their favor.
Until the higher-ranking angels took action, the ordinary ones didn't stand a chance.
The outer perimeter of the Dark Prison had become a massacre site.
Angels were being butchered on their own territory. And yet, the elite warriors of the Angel of Gold and Silver race chose to watch from the sidelines.
"Damn it! That Daniel actually released all the prisoners!"
"What do we do now? How are we supposed to report this to the Emperor of Angels?!"
The Archangel guarding the Dark Prison was in utter disbelief. His expression was as dark as thunderclouds.
He never expected that, in mere minutes, every cage would be opened.
Every terrifying creature once locked away had now been set loose.
Even though reinforcements had arrived, they were all low-level grunts.
Upon showing up, they were instantly obliterated.
None of the angels could figure out what had just happened.
Just ten minutes ago, Daniel had first entered the Divine Realm.
He immediately detonated a Primordial Core Weapon and summoned a horde of Abyssal Creatures.
They thought this large-scale battle would take time to escalate.
But before they could even fully process what had happened, Daniel had already destroyed Warehouse No. 98.
And if that had been the end of it, it might have been acceptable.
Such a loss, while painful, was within manageable limits.
But barely ten seconds after that, the Dark Prison fell into chaos.
All of the Angel of Gold and Silver elites were completely confused by Daniel's rampage.
He had only been in the Divine Realm for ten minutes, yet it was as if he knew the place like the back of his hand.
And even worse, every location he attacked was highly strategic.
The high-ranking angels were utterly baffled. Daniel's movements were so quick it seemed inhuman.
Most damning of all—his constant provocations had them running in circles, unable to catch up.
This was the Divine Realm, the sacred homeland of the angels.
So why did it feel like Daniel was more familiar with it than they were?
Wait a minute—whose turf is this really? Is this Daniel's Divine Realm or ours?!
Sea of Resurrection
At another location, Vinicius stood with a few old friends, reviewing the latest reports.
As the information came in, their faces turned from calm to shock.
"What did you just say? Warehouse No. 98 was destroyed?!"
"And all the prisoners from the Dark Prison have been set free?!"
"Are you kidding me right now?!"
In that instant, every senior angel present—including Vinicius—had their expressions darken.
It was obvious now: summoning god to deal with Daniel might be necessary.
"Everyone, start thinking. We need to predict where Daniel will show up next."
But despite trying various prophecy spells, none of them worked. Daniel's movements were completely unpredictable.
Then one of the senior angels suddenly spoke up.
"Actually... I might know where Daniel will appear next."
Back at the Dark Prison,
Daniel had once again changed his appearance, assuming yet another angel's identity.
Then he used a teleportation array.
For the angelic race, if they wanted to block Daniel from using teleportation arrays, there was only one solution:
Ban all teleportation arrays for every angel.
Because as long as Daniel could disguise himself as any angel, he could use those arrays freely.
But this worry was clearly unfounded.
Right now, most of the angels still didn't even understand how Daniel was moving around.
From the perspective of the senior angels, Daniel just had some kind of strange spatial ability, allowing him to appear anywhere at will.
They never imagined it was as simple as using the public teleportation system.
In reality, there was more than one prison in the Divine Realm.
Even the Angel of Gold and Silver had many enemies, and thus had built multiple prisons to detain them.
Daniel had officially changed his strategy.
He now realized that he alone couldn't plunge the entire Divine Realm into chaos.
After all, the number of Abyssal Summoned Creatures was limited, and the Divine Realm itself was enormous.
So he turned his attention to those other prisons.
If he couldn't force the high-level angels to spread out, he and Milla had no chance of assassinating the Emperor of Angels.
All of them were at similar power levels. No one had a massive advantage.
And if the battle devolved into a siege, even a devotee of the Luck Goddess like Milla could very well fall.
But Daniel...
He was the true anomaly.
Level 100
Planning to assassinate the Level 500 Emperor of Angels.
If that wasn't madness, then what was?
Chapter275-Wise Angel
Daniel was fully aware that, with his current strength, it was absolutely impossible to break through the defenses of the Emperor of Angels.
In fact, even setting aside the Emperor of Angels, dealing with any one of the demigod-level elite angels was already a tremendous challenge for him.
That was why Milla's advice had been clear from the beginning—recruit as many allies as possible, and scatter the forces of the Angel of Gold and Silver.
Looking across the entirety of the Divine Realm, the only potential allies available... were the prisoners locked away in these celestial prisons.
The enemy of my enemy is my friend.
Vinicius looked at the reports coming in from the front lines, his expression growing increasingly complicated.
Daniel was currently moving at a shocking speed, unlocking prison after prison and releasing hordes of prisoners.
[Prison of Glimmers has been unlocked.]
[Prison of the Fallen has been unlocked.]
[Prison of Corruption has been unlocked.]
...
As more and more prisoners were set free, Milla's face lit up with a dangerous gleam of excitement.
"Well done, Lord Daniel. Keep going—release even more prisoners! Let the Divine Realm plunge into unprecedented chaos!!"
With her expression becoming more deranged by the second, Milla unleashed one of her skills—Random Portal.
In an instant, she created countless portals that scattered the newly released prisoners across various locations—
All of which she had intentionally designated within the bounds of the Divine Realm.
As a result, the entire realm fell into utter turmoil.
And among the most significant sources of disruption was none other than the Fallen Angel—Lucifer.
Having once belonged to the Angel of Gold and Silver, there was no one who understood the process of angelic fall better than Lucifer himself.
He skillfully manipulated his immense mind power, tempting and leading numerous angels down the path of corruption, one after another.
Before long, under Lucifer's banner, an entire army of fallen angels had emerged.
He was no longer a lone renegade—he was a commander.
Thus began a wave of revolt unlike anything the Divine Realm had seen before.
The released prisoners eagerly joined this grand upheaval, throwing themselves into the chaos with unrelenting enthusiasm.
But none of these prisoners were fools.
On the contrary, they all understood one brutal truth:
This was no simple rebellion.
This was another chess game—played by the gods.
They were nothing more than pawns on this divine chessboard.
And in a game played by gods, picking the right side could mean survival and freedom.
Choosing wrong, however, would lead to annihilation, with no hope of return.
That said, deep down, every prisoner knew the same thing—they no longer had a choice.
Now that they had been set loose, there was no going back.
All they could do was grit their teeth and throw themselves into the fight.
They had to do everything in their power to stir up the greatest chaos imaginable within the Divine Realm.
Why?
Because if they didn't seize this moment—if they didn't act with everything they had—
They might not even qualify to remain as pawns.
But amidst all this chaos, one question echoed in the minds of many prisoners:
Who exactly was Daniel?
What kind of background did he have that allowed him to act with such authority and coordination alongside Milla, a former devotee of the Luck Goddess?
One thing was certain—Daniel was clearly not a devotee of the Luck Goddess.
Yet, his relationship with Milla seemed to be one of mutual trust and camaraderie.
This could only mean one thing:
Behind Daniel, there had to be another powerful god—one who was likely on friendly terms with the Luck Goddess.
With no other path left to walk, the prisoners unanimously chose to follow Daniel—down to the bitter end.
And in order to prove their worth, they devoted themselves entirely to sowing destruction and chaos throughout the Divine Realm.
The scale of the unrest rapidly expanded.
The entire realm plunged into madness.
Even the top-tier angels could no longer sit still.
Vinicius, for instance, was already preparing to leave and support the front lines.
But just then—someone blocked his way.
A being that represented the embodiment of intellect and rationality:
The Wise Angel.
"Everyone, do not act out of impulse," the Wise Angel spoke calmly.
"I advise you to suppress your personal emotions and look at the situation from a strategic perspective."
"If we act now to suppress the unrest, we'll be playing right into Daniel's hands."
Vinicius fell silent, absorbing the meaning behind those words.
Gradually, his agitation began to settle.
"I must admit, I was too hasty earlier," he said.
"I was focused only on what's happening in front of me. I failed to consider the deeper implications... So, what should we do next?"
The Wise Angel did not answer immediately.
Instead, he used his teleportation authority to appear directly above a battlefield.
All around him, greenish hellfire was burning through the ranks of weak, low-tier angels.
Yet, the Wise Angel merely watched silently—he made no move to intervene.
In the next moment, Vinicius and several other elite angels teleported to his side.
Then, with a cold, clear voice, the Wise Angel declared:
"These prisoners, no matter how wild they become, cannot leave the Divine Realm."
"And as for our angelic race—we cannot be truly killed."
"The ones falling in these battles are mere foot soldiers. Ordinary angels."
"Whether they are resurrected or not—frankly, it means nothing to our race as a whole."
"In every species, the weak are dead weight."
"So do any of you still believe that these prisoners' actions hold any significance?"
"In truth, they cannot affect the Angel of Gold and Silver in any meaningful way."
"We must stay focused on the only thing that matters—eliminating Daniel, by harnessing the power of the gods."
"As for these rebellious prisoners... let them have their little moment."
"Before long, we'll return them all to their cells with a single stomp."
"Do not be fooled by the surface of things."
"Our goal is singular."
...
As more and more prisoners were released, Daniel began encountering familiar species.
But to his surprise, none of them hailed from the Lands of the Myriad Races.
For example, the terrifying dragon Nidhogg was from a realm called the Dragon Territory.
A demon he had just freed hailed from a plane known as Hell.
And the newly released blood clan member resided in a place called Dark Night Castle, a location entirely unfamiliar to him.
...
After observing closely, Daniel came to a clear realization—
Even among species he was familiar with, their homelands were not located on the Myriad Races' continent.
As he continued speaking with the freed prisoners, more information came to light.
Apparently, they too were from the Origin Lands, but not from either the Myriad Races' continent or the Flesh Continent.
This only confirmed what Daniel had suspected all along:
The Myriad Races' Continent was indeed part of the Origin Lands,
But it was only a small portion.
The Origin Lands were far, far vaster.
Perhaps, on the other side of the Endless Sea, lay the true homelands of these prisoners.
And from what they described, it sounded like most of those lands had already been destroyed by the angels.
Chapter276-His Grace, Crossbridge
Most of the prisoners looked upon Daniel with genuine gratitude.
After all, had it not been for his intervention, many of them would likely have remained imprisoned for eternity, with no hope of freedom.
Yet Daniel, standing amidst the chaos, couldn't shake the sense that something was off.
He began to notice a strange pattern: the angels—those so-called divine enforcers—were avoiding him.
Intentionally or not, they seemed reluctant to face him directly.
Even the ones sent to intercept him were weaklings—mere cannon fodder.
What's more, their numbers were dwindling.
At this point, only a few tens of millions of these "disposable" angels remained in his path.
That was the strangest part.
Given the sheer scale of destruction he had already caused, the angelic race should have responded far more aggressively.
They were powerful. Numerous. Coordinated.
There was no logical reason they'd deploy only this paltry number of underlings—unless they had something else in mind.
Suspicion brewing in his heart, Daniel began grabbing some of these weaker angels mid-flight and hurling them down to the surface world, where groups of awakeners awaited.
Whether it was the Lands of the Myriad Races or the Undead Lands, it was all Daniel's territory now.
Even if those awakeners were killed in the fight, he could just resurrect them.
So, from Daniel's perspective, letting the awakeners fight these angels wasn't just harmless—it was beneficial.
They could gain battle experience. Learn. Adapt.
The angels themselves would never have imagined that their descent to the surface wasn't of their own volition, but rather because Daniel threw them there like trash.
Right now, the Divine Realm had descended into utter chaos.
"Daniel, how are you doing this? How are you unlocking all these cages so easily?"
"You didn't—by any chance—get your hands on some sort of God Rank Skill, did you?"
Daniel gave a faint smile and replied calmly,
"Have you ever heard of the Infinite Divine Temple, my dear Lady Crossbridge?"
"To put it simply—I am the successor to that temple. It's only natural that I possess a few unusual techniques."
Milla scratched her head, visibly confused.
"I've been locked up here for so many years... Honestly, I've never even heard of this 'Infinite Divine Temple' you speak of."
"But His Grace, Crossbridge? Now that name I know.
I can't believe it—you're actually his successor?"
"If that's the case, then everything makes perfect sense."
Daniel blinked in surprise.
He had expected to provide an elaborate justification for his powers—
To use the "Crossbridge" name as a fabricated myth to support the illusion of divine backing.
But to his shock, Milla didn't even question it.
She believed him immediately.
What was more—she actually knew the name "Crossbridge."
Wait a second.
Crossbridge... wasn't that the name of his alternate persona?
His smurf account, essentially?
And back when he traveled 4000 years into the past, he had never once mentioned that name.
"You know of His Grace, Crossbridge?" Daniel asked cautiously.
"Of course I do. Isn't that normal?"
Milla flashed him a bright smile before continuing,
"In this world, I've encountered or heard of most gods to some extent."
"But when it comes to His Grace, Crossbridge—there's not much concrete information out there.
According to legend, he's one of the most mysterious gods to ever exist.
The only other one comparable in mystery would be the Mist Goddess."
"There's barely any documentation about Crossbridge, but I've heard one particularly juicy bit of gossip—
Apparently, he has a lot of romantic entanglements.
And they're all... gods."
As soon as she said that, Milla's eyes widened slightly.
Realizing what she'd just blurted out, she gave her head a little shake and quickly added,
"Lord Daniel, you know how it is—some topics are better left unspoken. Please pretend I didn't say anything."
Wait.
What?!
Crossbridge has lovers?
And they're all gods?
Multiple gods?!
Daniel's expression twitched violently.
He wasn't even a god yet—where were all these divine scandals coming from?!
"Err... Lord Daniel, please don't take that seriously, alright?"
"I was just rambling. Honestly. Nonsense. Don't take it to heart."
Milla grinned sheepishly, doing her best to diffuse the awkwardness.
To her, the idea of Daniel possessing a God Rank Skill was no longer surprising.
As a former devotee of the Luck Goddess, she herself had been granted divine enhancements.
In this world, such things weren't rare.
If Daniel truly was the successor of His Grace, Crossbridge,
Then that actually placed him a rank above most devotees.
So naturally, his possession of divine-level powers was entirely reasonable.
Milla's expression softened into one of realization.
"So that's it," she said with a chuckle.
"That explains how you're able to unlock all these birdcages with such ease."
"If you're carrying the legacy of Crossbridge, then everything adds up."
As she spoke, Daniel released the final prison.
In less than half an hour,
Utilizing Time Stream and Flashback, Daniel had traversed the entire Divine Realm,
Opening every last one of its celestial prisons.
All in all, he had freed nearly millions of incarcerated warriors.
Each of them a fearsome individual—most clocking in at Level 400 or above.
Among all the prisons, however, it was the inmates of the Dark Prison who stood out as the strongest.
The others paled slightly in comparison—though even the weakest were still above Level 400.
With every additional prisoner unleashed, the chaos engulfing the Divine Realm deepened.
Yet, despite the monumental disruption Daniel had caused...
The top-tier angels had yet to respond.
There were no elite enforcers hunting him down.
No retaliatory assaults.
It was as if he—and the prisoners—were being entirely ignored.
Which made no sense at all.
These top angels had the power of instantaneous teleportation.
They could appear anywhere in the Divine Realm at a moment's notice.
And yet—none of them had come to confront Daniel.
"Milla, doesn't this strike you as... odd?"
"It does seem a bit strange," she admitted.
"Our operations feel almost too smooth.
If this keeps up, I'm afraid we might stumble into something big."
"I bet those damned winged freaks are scheming something behind the scenes.
They're probably preparing some nasty surprise for us."
Despite the severity of her words, Milla's face wore the same casual, faint smile.
She seemed completely unafraid.
Typical of the Luck Goddess's devotees—unpredictable and often unreliable.
Daniel felt a twinge of regret.
He had originally wanted to work with Milla on forming a strategic plan for what came next.
But clearly, she was operating entirely on her own whimsical instincts.
Forget it.
He'd handle this part himself.
Chapter277-Gate of Revelation
After a brief moment of thought,
Daniel had already made up his mind and opened his mouth to speak.
"According to our original plan, all preparations are complete."
"However, before we head out in search of the Emperor of Angels, there are a few things I'd like to ask you."
The reason Daniel chose this particular moment to raise his questions
was primarily due to the hasty nature of his actions four thousand years ago.
Back then, Kate and the others had been deeply occupied with the Ascension Ritual for the Luck Goddess,
leaving them little time to properly communicate with Daniel.
Now that he had encountered Milla again,
Daniel believed this was the perfect opportunity to extract some valuable intelligence from her.
But before Daniel could even begin to ask,
Milla burst into laughter and nodded enthusiastically.
"Lord Daniel, let me guess—you're wondering about the Origin Grounds, aren't you?"
"Ask anything you like. If I know the answer, I'll tell you."
"But before we begin, I must clarify something: what I know... isn't as much as you might think."
On the Continent of Myriad Races,
the sky had already been entirely sealed off by the Divine Realm.
At present, no living being across the world could even see the stellar bodies in the heavens.
While Daniel was conversing with Milla,
one of his clones was busy gathering all the Hearts of Angels he had collected and placing them in his backpack.
Although the angels seemed to sense something was amiss—and even the Archangels began distancing themselves from Daniel—
the sheer number of angels made it impossible to completely avoid him.
As a result, Daniel still managed to collect a sufficient amount of Hearts of Angels.
Without any hesitation,
Daniel assembled all the necessary materials and opened his God Rank Skill Compendium.
"[Divine Incubation], synthesize!"
[Divine Incubation]
Effect 1: Instantly hatches any biological embryo, regardless of gestation time. Upon hatching, the creature is promoted by one tier.
Effect 2: Life Evolution. Allows all life forms under the skillholder's command to undergo perfect advancement, increasing their tier by one. (This is an active skill and applies to all allied units.)
After reading the description of this God Rank Skill,
Daniel's face lit up with satisfaction.
This was exactly the kind of straightforward, brute-force upgrade he loved.
A simple description—"increase by one tier"—but the impact was astronomical.
The most critical part was that this upgrade had no upper limit.
In other words,
even beings that had already reached Diamond Rank or beyond could still evolve to the next stage!
Take New Life, for example—
it was currently Diamond Rank,
and even angels below level 400 stood no chance against it.
But what if New Life evolved further,
reaching the legendary Master Tier?
Would that mean even someone like Vinicius, one of the top-ranking angels, might not be able to defeat it?
Without delay,
Daniel activated [Divine Incubation], applying it to all of his summoned Abyssal Summoning Creatures, increasing their tier by one!
With this new power boost,
those Abyssal creatures could now go toe-to-toe with even the Archangel-level enemies.
Suddenly, the tide of the battlefield began to shift again.
A massive wave of Abyssal Energy began to engulf parts of the Divine Realm.
From the surface of the continent, if one were to look up into the sky,
they would be shocked to discover that the once golden and sacred exterior of the Divine Realm
was now being stained by growing patches of black spots.
An overwhelming and terrifying aura began to erupt from within the Divine Realm itself.
Meanwhile, Daniel repeated an old trick—he used a Sacrificial Ritual.
Immediately afterward, countless Abyssal Summoning Creatures were engulfed by a blanket of darkness.
Once the ritual was complete,
a massive stellar construct formed on the battlefield—made entirely from corpses.
[Abyssal Summoning Creature — Corpse Star]
Level: 300
Tier: Diamond Rank (Chaotic)
Traits: Immune to all attacks below Demigod Rank, including true damage.
Skills: Abyssal Devour, Corpse Swarm, Abyssal Terror, Stellar Plunder, Stellar Guardian...
Though the Corpse Star was still technically Diamond Rank,
Daniel noticed something different—it now had the label "Chaotic" appended to its tier.
Moreover, its stats were far beyond those of ordinary Diamond Rank creatures.
Most importantly, since it had devoured over a thousand Abyssal Summoning Creatures,
its stats were essentially the sum total of all of them—doubled!
This meant that although its tier was listed as Diamond,
its real combat strength was at least a hundred times greater than an ordinary Diamond Rank being.
Looking at the colossal Corpse Star in front of him,
Daniel's lips twitched uncontrollably.
Aside from being a bit slow,
this thing practically had no weaknesses.
Even if Daniel himself were to go all out,
defeating such a monstrosity would still be an incredibly difficult task.
As for the Angels of Gold and Silver,
unless their top-tier forces intervened,
this would undoubtedly become the worst catastrophe the Divine Realm had ever faced!
Few knew this,
but at the very core of the Divine Realm lay a Divine Temple belonging to the Goddess of Gold & Silver, Aurelia.
The existence of the Divine Temple was public knowledge.
But hidden deep beneath the temple, in the underground sanctum,
was something known only to the highest echelons:
the Gate of Revelation.
At this very moment, in front of the Gate of Revelation,
stood the Emperor of Angels at the forefront, flanked by seven Archangels,
all standing reverently in place.
The figure of Vinicius was also among them.
As the most powerful beings of the Angelic race,
they were now channeling all their power into the ritual circle beneath their feet.
Golden lights began to flicker and dance,
and the Gate of Revelation itself began to glow with divine brilliance.
On the other side, the Emperor of Angels murmured a solemn prayer:
"Oh mighty Lady Aurelia, we have tolerated Daniel's insolence for far too long."
"That cursed human truly believes he can act without consequence?"
"We are now fully prepared. This long patience—it will be worth it!"
Even though those words were uttered with conviction,
the truth was, a bitter pain gnawed at the Emperor of Angels' heart.
After all, the level 400 Archangels represented the irreplaceable core strength of the Angelic race.
Many among them were future candidates to become full-fledged Archangels themselves.
But due to Daniel's interference,
the Angelic ranks had suffered devastating and unprecedented losses.
And ever since the Abyssal Summoning Creatures had emerged,
the Emperor of Angels understood all too well:
no matter how hard the angels fought, the final outcome would remain unchanged.
Why?
Because the Abyssal creatures possessed a resurrection mechanic.
This meant the war had devolved into an endless war of attrition.
The only issue was that when an Archangel-level angel died,
they required a substantial amount of time to return.
So continuing to send high-ranking angels into the fray
was no different from deliberately weakening their own long-term strength.
Chapter278-Threat of Death
Daniel roamed freely and unchallenged across the Divine Realm,
but the Emperor of Angels made no move to stop him.
After all, it was only the low-level angels who were dying.
Their loss wasn't significant—
The Angels of Gold and Silver race had no shortage of expendables.
But if too many high-level angels were lost,
then the entire Angelic race would suffer an immense and irreversible blow.
By this point,
the Emperor of Angels had come to a sobering realization:
Unless Daniel was eliminated, nothing they did to contain him would matter.
"Oh mighty Gate of Revelation, please open now!"
"Her Majesty Goddess of Gold & Silver Aurelia, please heed the call of your most devout believers! We require your aid!"
At this moment, both the Emperor of Angels and all the surrounding Archangels began offering their solemn prayers.
All of their voices carried the same unified plea—
They were beseeching Aurelia herself to descend and eliminate Daniel once and for all.
Simultaneously, a brand new Revelation appeared in the hands of the Emperor of Angels.
If four thousand years ago, the Revelation had been successfully used during Aurelia's Ascension Ritual,
then the Angels of Gold and Silver would have broken through their current level caps.
Not only that, their tiers would have undergone another round of elevation.
And more importantly, Aurelia wouldn't have become estranged from her race after ascending to godhood.
Instead, she would have remained as the Supreme Ruler of the Angelic Race.
For a race to have a god remain as their emperor—
this would have been an unprecedented advantage in power, prestige, and status!
However, due to Daniel stealing the Revelation four thousand years ago,
this otherwise flawless plan had been completely ruined.
Not only did Aurelia's ascension suffer disruptions,
but the Angels of Gold and Silver also failed to gain further advancement over the next several millennia.
Now, as the Emperor of Angels looked at the new Revelation in his hands,
he knew just how much blood, time, and divine energy had been spent crafting this second copy.
And yet...
Just after its creation, it would already need to be used.
"Daniel," the Emperor muttered darkly,
"meeting you again in this era—I don't know if that's your good fortune or misfortune."
"But regardless, it's time we settled our debts."
As the Emperor of Angels spoke, a soft halo of light began to radiate from the surface of the Revelation.
Then, right before the eyes of all the angels present, the Revelation merged directly into the Gate of Revelation.
Meanwhile...
"Daniel, there's something you might not know. The Origin Grounds are actually..."
Before Milla could finish her sentence, her body suddenly trembled violently.
Her face turned deathly pale in an instant.
"Damn it—Lord Daniel! I can sense a great terror descending upon us!"
"I don't know what it is, but..."
She didn't even have time to finish her words before a beam of pure golden light descended from the sky!
It moved with such speed, it seemed to surpass time itself.
The moment it appeared, a towering pillar of light pierced through the Divine Realm and extended upward into the heavens!
In the next instant, that pillar exploded outward into a brilliant wave of golden radiance.
Yet, oddly enough, these golden lights caused no visible destruction.
They gave off no shockwaves, no heat, no sound—
just silence.
And then—
the world began to change.
All matter began to be assimilated by the golden light, becoming light themselves...
What the hell is happening!?
Daniel's expression grew tense.
He felt as though his entire being—his existence—was starting to unravel.
Especially his sense of time,
which became blurry, vague... almost non-existent.
That pure golden light seemed to want to assimilate Daniel as well.
And the sensation was incredibly strange—
It wasn't like dying.
It felt more like being erased...
like becoming part of nothingness.
At the same time, Daniel's Eye of Insight displayed information about this golden light:
[Purification Radiance]
Effect: Purifies all existence. This is the signature skill of Goddess of Gold & Silver Aurelia.
Oh, sh*t!
Daniel's mind was instantly seized by terror.
Only now did he realize...
The attack of a god had already struck him!
He had been hit—by a god!
[Dance of Death], activate!
But even though the skill successfully activated,
Daniel found himself utterly unable to move.
Under normal circumstances,
Dance of Death should have removed all negative effects and purified his state.
But to his horror, even with the skill active,
his body remained completely paralyzed.
Worse still, his body was slowly beginning to undergo light-transformation.
The power of a god... truly terrifying.
At that moment, Daniel felt as if time itself had frozen.
Everything around him was in a standstill.
But the process of being turned into light—it continued, unaffected.
He even witnessed Milla beside him—
already completely transformed into light.
His clones, scattered across the Continent of Myriad Races,
could also feel it:
the entire world was undergoing light assimilation, bit by bit.
To put it simply—
in Daniel's perception, he was the only living being left.
Thanks only to the effect of Dance of Death,
his life had been temporarily extended.
Without any hesitation,
Daniel triggered his God Rank Skill: Time Stream.
But to his shock,
the usually reliable Time Stream—which had never failed him before—
was also being affected.
Under normal circumstances,
activating Time Stream should have instantly pulled him into the Time River.
But this time, its activation was noticeably delayed.
Worse still, no other skill seemed to function at all.
Only Time Stream remained reliable.
And to be fair, Daniel still considered himself lucky—
because even under direct assault from a god,
Time Stream was still effective.
Just... not as fast.
It wasn't until half of his body had already turned to light,
that Daniel finally stepped once again into the familiar current of the Time River.
And the moment he entered,
everything returned to normal.
When Daniel opened his eyes again,
he had returned—three seconds before the attack occurred.
Milla was still beside him,
about to explain the truth behind the Origin Grounds.
His clone had just finished synthesizing Divine Incubation.
But at that moment,
Daniel's forehead was already soaked in sweat.
What had just happened...
was too terrifying!
That overwhelming sense of helplessness
had brought Daniel closer to death than ever before.
Since awakening his powers,
he had never truly experienced the threat of death.
But the attack from a god
had given him an entirely new perspective.
Light-transformation...
It was horrifying!
It wasn't bloody or brutal.
In fact, it looked gentle—almost serene.
But that was exactly what made it so terrifying.
To watch your own body slowly turn into light,
unable to resist in any way...
That kind of hopelessness,
was enough to nearly break Daniel's spirit.
Chapter279-Fleshheart
"Lord Daniel, what's wrong? You don't look too well..."
Milla couldn't help but ask, her voice tinged with concern.
She had noticed Daniel's abnormal expression immediately.
However, Daniel didn't respond. Instead, he instantly activated his God Rank Skill — Reflective Shield.
"A beam of light just now... it looked like it came down from the sky..."
His voice hesitated slightly as he spoke.
Daniel wasn't entirely sure if that beam of light had really descended from the heavens.
It seemed to appear out of nowhere, like it had simply materialized rather than traveled.
But at this moment, Daniel had no room for doubt.
He could only raise the Reflective Shield in front of him.
There was still a lingering dread in his heart.
For the first time, Daniel felt uncertain about the effectiveness of a God Rank Skill.
The sensation of being turned into pure light earlier was something indescribable—
a horror only comprehensible when facing an attack from a god.
So now, he wasn't sure...
Could Reflective Shield really block an attack from a god?
Daniel subconsciously glanced at the sky.
It was still before dawn, and the sun god Apollo had yet to rise.
Which meant—Aurelia's attack couldn't be redirected back toward the sun.
After a quick moment of thought, Daniel concluded that he shouldn't waste such a powerful strike.
His target would have to be carefully chosen.
Yet, even with all preparations made,
Daniel's body continued to tremble ever so slightly.
That godly assault just now had been far too overwhelming.
Even someone like Daniel—normally composed and fearless—
was now gripped by a primal fear that stemmed from deep within his soul.
And honestly, who could blame him?
He was merely a level 100 awakener.
Even a Demigod Rank powerhouse would feel an existential chill
when facing a true god's direct assault.
"Lord Daniel, you really don't seem well," Milla commented again, worry in her eyes.
"And... why did you summon a shield all of a sudden?"
She wanted to ask more, but at that moment—
she, too, sensed something terrifying approaching.
Though she was the devotee of the Luck Goddess,
even she could not foresee this danger ahead of time.
Only when the attack was moments from landing
did Milla finally realize the mortal peril descending upon them.
But by then, it was already too late.
A cluster of pure golden radiance descended gently and landed upon the surface of Daniel's Reflective Shield.
In an instant, the shield exploded with divine brilliance—
light surged violently across its surface!
Daniel could feel it—Reflective Shield was on the verge of collapse.
It was the first time he had ever encountered this kind of situation.
Until now, not once had he seen any force able to shake this god-tier defensive skill.
And yet...
Even though the shield nearly shattered,
it still held strong and successfully blocked the divine attack.
A few seconds later, the beam of pure gold light shifted direction,
redirecting itself upward toward the sky.
Almost immediately, the beam touched the limit of the Divine Realm,
the very barrier separating it from the Primordial Plane.
Under the effect of the golden light,
the seemingly indestructible boundary began to dissolve soundlessly into light.
And for the first time ever, the aura of the Primordial Plane seeped into the Divine Realm and spilled over onto the Continent of Myriad Races.
No one could have expected this.
Goddess of Gold & Silver Aurelia's attack didn't just fracture the barrier to the Primordial Plane—
it obliterated more than half of the stellar bodies in the process.
Entire clusters of stars were reduced to light in the blink of an eye!
The Emperor of Angels, witnessing the golden beam, grew visibly more solemn.
This was god-tier power—so vast and incomprehensible that it defied explanation.
But that wasn't the real issue.
The real question was: Why didn't this attack hit Daniel?
They had prayed fervently for Aurelia to destroy Daniel.
So how did the attack get deflected?
This wasn't some ordinary mistake.
This was a god's assault we were talking about!
Could it have been the Luck Goddess, interfering from the shadows?
If not, there was no logical explanation for what had just happened.
Just as the Emperor of Angels began to consider their next course of action—
Daniel suddenly activated Time Stream.
This time, he traveled back two minutes into the past.
Moments ago, Daniel had attempted to redirect Aurelia's divine attack onto the Emperor of Angels.
But he had failed.
Now, with this second chance, he was giving himself more room to maneuver.
Because Aurelia's assault had a massive area of effect,
he needed to be extremely precise.
There was one major flaw in his previous plan:
Aurelia's attack had no effect whatsoever on members of the Angelic race.
That meant his entire redirection strategy was doomed from the start.
Thus, Daniel needed a new plan.
As time moved forward once more,
Daniel summoned his Reflective Shield again.
This time, though, his mental state was different.
Having endured one direct attack from a god,
he no longer feared their power to the same extent.
His terror had diminished.
Because no matter how powerful a god was,
as long as there was a way to counter them, he wouldn't panic.
Only when a situation was truly unsolvable would Daniel feel helpless.
But now that he knew he could survive,
there was nothing to fear.
The only caveat?
Aurelia's divine attack had no effect on the Angels of Gold and Silver.
So—why not find a better target?
With this thought in mind,
Daniel activated Flashback, instantly teleporting to the Continent of Flesh and Blood.
Originally, there had been a barrier around the Continent of Flesh and Blood,
preventing him from exploring its depths.
But Daniel had fully uncovered the continent's map four thousand years ago.
That allowed him now to teleport to any part of it without restriction.
The barrier meant nothing to him anymore.
As he arrived on the grotesque landscape,
Daniel scanned his surroundings carefully.
All he could see was an endless stretch of blood-red flesh.
The sight was disgusting and nauseating.
How did the Oden Continent become this monstrous mess?
Daniel frowned and looked toward the distance—
toward the ominous Fleshheart.
He could sense it clearly—
even the rules of reality had changed on this continent.
The laws governing this place were nothing like those of the Continent of Myriad Races.
It was obvious:
the rules here had been rewritten by the Fleshheart.
With a flicker of movement, Daniel appeared directly before it.
But before he could even speak,
he already felt the seething malice radiating from the entity.
Clearly, the Fleshheart had no intention of having a peaceful conversation.
Suddenly, countless tentacles burst forth from its writhing body.
And at the tips of those grotesque tendrils—
Were humans.
Or rather, half-humans.
Each of them had their upper body intact,
but their lower halves had been fused completely with the tentacles.
Their faces were smeared with blood,
twisted into horrifying, grotesque expressions.
Chapter280-Fleshheart (2)
Facing the Fleshheart,
Daniel had absolutely no intention of cooperating with it.
After all, in its hands were the souls of countless murdered humans.
To Daniel, the logic was simple—
the relationship between the Myriad Races and the Fleshheart could only be hostile.
Now that Aurelia's divine attack was about to descend once more,
and Daniel had no desire to waste it—
then the best and most obvious target was the Fleshheart standing right before him.
As soon as this thought formed in his mind,
a beam of Aurelia's divine light once again fell from the sky.
But this time,
Daniel redirected his Reflective Shield toward the Fleshheart.
As expected,
the pure golden light immediately deflected in that direction.
Before the Fleshheart could even react,
the divine light had already struck it!
With godly attacks, speed was a meaningless concept.
The moment Daniel was targeted,
the golden beam had already landed on the Fleshheart's body.
As its massive form began to disintegrate into light,
an overwhelming wave of psychic energy surged from its mind—
a tsunami of confusion, disbelief... and pure fear.
It couldn't understand it.
This had nothing to do with me!
So why had a god's attack landed on me!?
The Fleshheart truly couldn't comprehend what was happening.
It had been nothing more than a passive observer,
silently watching the war unfold between the Myriad Races and the Angels of Gold and Silver.
It had even been hoping to benefit somehow from the chaos.
But to its horror,
the bystander had suddenly become the target.
Despite being a Fake God, the Fleshheart possessed immense perceptive powers.
In fact, it had focused the majority of its perception on the Myriad Races' domain.
Every event—even the death of a single ant—couldn't escape its notice.
But this golden light?
It had appeared out of nowhere, without any detectable warning.
Now, the Fleshheart wanted nothing more than to die and escape this madness.
It had no idea how things had spiraled so out of control.
Why was it getting beaten up in someone else's war!?
In the blink of an eye,
most of the Fleshheart's body had been turned to light.
Meanwhile, Daniel activated Flashback at the same time,
returning instantly to the Continent of Myriad Races.
He didn't stop moving for a second—
using the abyss to reappear instantly at the outer edge of the Flesh Continent.
By this time,
the entire Flesh Continent had already been engulfed in golden radiance.
The Fleshheart, unable even to struggle,
was obliterated together with the entire landmass under the divine glow.
An entire continent—gone in seconds, turned into light.
Daniel couldn't help but acknowledge once again—
the divine attacks of gods were utterly terrifying.
The entire process was absurdly fast.
It happened in the blink of an eye, almost immediately after Daniel activated Reflective Shield.
Before anyone could respond, the continent was gone.
Daniel's mind involuntarily recalled the description of the Primordial Core Weapon.
It had been said to rival the power of a god's attack.
But now?
That thing was trash.
Look at this! This was what godly power really looked like.
One strike—one beam of light—
and an entire continent was erased.
Compared to Aurelia's power,
the Primordial Core Weapon was no more than a glorified firecracker.
Two seconds later,
the entire Flesh Continent had been turned to light.
Yet to Daniel's surprise—
the Fleshheart actually survived.
It had lost most of its tentacles and looked on the verge of death,
but it was still alive.
It had endured a direct hit from a god.
By the third second after the divine strike,
the entire continent had begun to regenerate.
In this world, there were fundamental laws.
One such rule stated:
when a continent is damaged, it will slowly restore itself to its original form.
But now, the Fleshheart looked absolutely miserable.
Its body was still being gradually turned into light,
but at the same time, it was fighting back with everything it had.
Around its body, thick new tentacles were sprouting,
like the roots of a giant plant digging into the soil.
Yet, even those freshly grown limbs could not escape the same fate—
they were immediately light-transformed as well.
Thus began a grotesque and horrifying cycle.
On one hand, it was being light-erased.
On the other, it was constantly regenerating.
And the moment something regenerated, it was turned to light again.
A self-consuming loop.
Daniel watched this twisted scene,
initially believing that the Fleshheart would soon be exhausted to death.
But suddenly—something changed.
From the Fleshheart's body,
a round, pulsating blood orb was suddenly expelled.
The orb was small—barely the size of a fingernail.
And yet...
this tiny blood orb remained completely unaffected by the light transformation.
In the very next instant,
the orb was flung far away by the Fleshheart.
It was unmistakable:
the orb was the Fleshheart's true core.
As it landed on the ground,
a new Fleshheart began to take shape.
Thick, meaty veins sprouted outward like roots, burrowing into the soil.
The new body rapidly expanded,
growing visibly larger with each passing moment.
At the same time,
the old Fleshheart finally gave up its struggle—
and was completely consumed by the light.
The Fleshheart had escaped death—
but only barely, and at a tremendous cost.
Watching this entire sequence unfold,
Daniel's eyes narrowed in solemnity.
He understood very well—
even though the Fleshheart had been gravely wounded,
it was still a Fake God-tier entity.
Just as he was preparing to deliver the finishing blow,
a strange, unexplainable fear suddenly welled up from deep within him.
It was an instinctive warning—
If you attack now, something terrible will happen.
Daniel had always trusted his instincts.
And this time was no different.
Without hesitation,
he abandoned the idea of finishing off the Fleshheart.
Besides,
there were more pressing matters to attend to.
With that decision made,
Daniel activated Time Stream,
returning to the exact moment when he had blocked Aurelia's divine strike with Reflective Shield.
But this time,
he didn't bother observing the aftermath of the Flesh Continent.
Just then, a shocked voice echoed beside him.
"D... Daniel, what—what did you just do!?"
Milla was completely shaken.
She was now in a state of utter confusion.
Though she was a devotee of a god,
when faced with an actual divine attack,
even her soul had been involuntarily seized by deep fear.
"What in the world... just happened!?"