Reborn with Infinity Skill Points, I Enslaved All Universes-Chapter 124 --Daniel’s Power

From Daniel’s point of view, it was simply staggering.

Just a single synchronized volley from his twenty Spirits of Skills had nearly drained the Emperor of Abyss’s entire health bar. The abyssal sovereign barely survived—only because of a last-second survival passive. Had it not triggered, he might’ve been slain on the spot.

Daniel stood calmly, expression unshaken. "Is that explanation satisfactory to you?"

At this moment, he indeed had the capital to act with arrogance.

Though he was merely Level 100—light-years away from the Emperor of Abyss’s terrifying Level 260—it was dangerous to judge him by level alone. The twenty Spirit of Skills at his command were not merely decorative. Combined with his devastating arsenal of God Rank Skills and high-level synergy, Daniel had already attained the qualifications to stand toe-to-toe with an apex predator like the abyssal emperor.

If there was a weakness in Daniel’s current combat configuration, it was his relatively limited toolkit. He lacked diversified means of continuous or adaptive damage. And right now, the Emperor of Abyss had retreated, merging his roots and tentacles deep into the abyssal forests that surrounded his empire. Within that terrain, the emperor could rapidly regenerate his HP using the ambient abyssal essence.

This kind of regenerative battlefield control was something Daniel couldn’t yet counter. Still, one strike was enough to send the intended message.

After all, being able to force a being of such caliber to activate their survival skill on the first strike was, in and of itself, a frightening declaration of strength. It sent a very clear message to all of abyss.

That’s all Daniel had come for—to issue a warning.

If the abyss continued meddling in the affairs of humanity... if they insisted on declaring war... then Daniel wouldn’t mind doing a bit of "cleansing" himself. He might not be able to slay the Emperor of Abyss just yet, but as someone who had reached the 3-star threshold, eliminating any of the Kings of Abyss was well within his grasp.

As the Emperor of Abyss slowly regenerated, the entire atmosphere of the abyssal palace grew tense—so tense it felt as though it might collapse under the pressure.

Soon, other Kings of Abyss began to reveal their presence. Their aura flared subtly in every direction, one after another.

Daniel wasn’t surprised.

He’d anticipated their ambush. Through his [Eye of Insight], he had already spotted the signs. Despite their booming voices and outward aggression, most of them had already quietly activated life-saving spells or protective enchantments.

That spoke volumes.

They were afraid.

"Human!" one of the Kings snarled, his gaze filled with suppressed fury. "How dare you disrespect our sovereign!? Do you truly think you can bully the entire abyss by yourself?"

Another bellowed, "Even if you’re strong, there’s only one of you! You’re surrounded, outsider. There’s no escape."

Daniel didn’t flinch.

His eyes swept across them lazily. "Surrounded, am I?"

He gave a faint chuckle.

"You all talk so much... but you still know nothing of true power."

As soon as he spoke, Daniel sensed a subtle compression in the air. A heavy, nearly imperceptible constriction wrapped around space itself. freeweɓnovel-cøm

His senses were acute—he immediately realized: space had been sealed.

And among everyone present, only the Emperor of Abyss had the ability to do something like this.

Instinctively, Daniel tested his [Flashback] skill.

As he expected, it remained completely unaffected.

What a joke, he thought. Even if you lock space down completely, [Flashback] operates on an entirely different mechanism—it can’t be blocked by normal dimensional locks.

"Do you really think you’ve boxed me in?" he asked softly.

With an amused glint in his eyes, Daniel smiled again. "Your understanding of power is painfully shallow."

This simple confidence only unsettled the Kings further. They didn’t understand why this human still appeared so calm—so utterly composed—in the face of a dozen apex predators.

Was he bluffing?

Or was his strength truly that deep?

While the Kings hesitated, Daniel pondered briefly. He needed to break the standoff—and do it in style.

So, with a sudden shift in posture, he bent his knees, pressed his hands together, and adopted a stance reminiscent of ancient sealing arts.

"Let me show you what real power looks like," he announced.

"Shadow Clone Technique!"

In an instant—nineteen identical copies of Daniel burst into existence around him. Each clone exuded exactly the same aura, posture, and vitality as the original.

In the blink of an eye, twenty Daniels stood within the vast, crumbling palace.

The Kings of Abyss were stunned. Eyes widened. Mouths twitched.

This... this has to be cheating! someone screamed internally.

Weren’t we supposed to gang up on one human?! How did this turn into a full-blown group battle... with us on the defensive!?

To make matters worse, Daniel showed them no mercy. With a simple wave of his hand, he summoned twenty Spirits of Skills—each attaching to a different clone.

Then came the kicker.

"Abyssal Summoning."

Dozens upon dozens of massive abyss bosses were conjured instantly. Their colossal bodies smashed apart the black stone walls, their screeches shaking the heavens.

The palace was utterly annihilated.

The Kings of Abyss barely had time to blink before they realized—they were now the ones being surrounded.

"Wait... what the hell is going on!?"

"Why are there so many bosses!?"

"Is this still a fair fight?!"

Their expressions turned uglier by the second. Sweat beaded on demonic foreheads. Tension reached a boiling point.

Daniel, meanwhile, smiled mockingly.

"You all wanted a brawl, didn’t you?" he said coldly. "Sounds good in theory. Too bad reality has a way of spoiling dreams."

He spread his arms and motioned toward the battlefield of chaos.

"Now tell me... do you still want to fight?"

The Kings of Abyss fell silent.

Not one dared to speak. Not one dared to move.

But Daniel wasn’t done.

With a sneer, he summoned the God of Thieves’ Dagger, its blade flickering with forbidden light.

"You seem to be under the impression that this is the extent of my power," he said, voice suddenly sharp. "You still think you have a chance?"

"Fine. I’ll show you what real despair looks like."

Without waiting for a response, Daniel darted forward and began slashing through his own summoned abyss bosses—cutting open rifts in reality with each strike.

From those rifts, even more bosses emerged.

Their numbers multiplied twentyfold.

Towering monstrosities. Winged titans. Crawling horrors. The sky blackened. The earth split. The very capital of the abyss Empire—centuries-old—was reduced to ashes in mere seconds.

And the Kings of Abyss?

They were horrified.

Some couldn’t even process what was happening anymore. They were now facing an army of god-tier monsters—each of which was more than enough to take them down individually.

And Daniel wasn’t even fighting seriously yet.

They slowly turned, as if by some unspoken agreement, to the only one they could rely on now...

Their sovereign.

The Emperor of Abyss.

"Your Majesty..." one of the Kings muttered, voice trembling. "Do we... do we really have to go to war with this terrifying human?"

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