Reborn with Infinity Skill Points, I Enslaved All Universes-Chapter 125 --The Powerful Malkar

Sarko stood to the side, jaws dropped, utterly stunned by the tumult unfolding before his eyes.

It wasn’t until this moment that he finally awakened to a terrifying realization: when Daniel had slain Karsas earlier, he hadn’t even unleashed his full potential.

Even now—after displaying a power capable of subjugating the entire Abyss—Sarko believed Daniel was still holding something back. After all, this cunning human had never once allowed him to win anything when they had made bets. How could such a man possibly reveal all his cards?

With only a moment’s hesitation, Sarko made a decision. His survival depended on staying aligned with Daniel. For now, it would be far wiser not to show any hostility.

Daniel, who had been calmly observing the reactions around him, noticed Sarko’s wary stance. With casual confidence, he addressed him:

"My friend, this isn’t quite the scenario you described. It seems your Emperor doesn’t appear very welcoming."

Sarko heard the subtle sting in Daniel’s words—an underlying question, a reprimand. His heart sank. He now knew that if Daniel decided to eliminate him, it would be easier than crushing an ant.

He reflexively glanced at the Emperor of the Abyss, opened his mouth as if to speak—but no words came.

This was a disastrous turn; wreaked either way, he’d find himself damned.

Sensing Sarko’s paralysis, Malkar transmitted a voice into his mind—the darkness spilled from his tone like thick tar.

"Sarko, coward! Why are you standing still? Why hasn’t your blade moved?"

Sarko’s body trembled. His face drained of color, nearly ashy. His predicament was unspeakably dire.

He stumbled over his words:

"Your Majesty, please understand, this... this human approaches in peace! He comes to us with goodwill. Surely, we shouldn’t strike at him!"

"Strike him?!" Malkar’s tentacle-like vines lashed the air, his tone steeped in incredulity. "Sarko, you’ve lost your mind! This friend is a honored guest of the Abyss—you think we assault our guests?"

"We—we should receive him properly! Fulfilling our duties as hosts!"

Those words snapped Sarko back to the semblance of a smile. He turned to Daniel, attempting to salvage both faces.

"My friend, please forgive the misunderstanding. What you’re seeing is actually a... well-intentioned display of welcome!"

He forced a grin. "Yes. We Abyssal lords have assembled before you precisely to show how much we honor your presence."

Malkar, overhearing, let out a deep, reverberating chuckle.

"That’s right—friend from the human world, you are our esteemed guest."

"How could we harm you? We respect the strong."

"Karsas’s death was his own fault—he lacked the power to survive."

"And because it was you who bested Karsas, you are deservedly entitled to his domain."

"If you accept, you may become a King of the Abyss in place of Karsas."

"In addition to his territory, I am prepared to award you several Abyssal Core nodes. What say you?"

At these words, the remaining Kings of Abyss exchanged glances. They clearly wanted to object—but dared not speak nonsense. They neither wished to provoke Daniel nor contradict their sovereign.

Now, they looked to Daniel and Malkar as the true pinnacles of power—everyone else was subordinate.

Daniel’s expression remained cool, unchanged. He faced Malkar and asked simply:

"That’s all?"

In truth, Daniel had studied Abyssal politics in depth—the credit owed entirely to Sarko, who’d been an information wellspring.

Allowing the victor to claim the spoils was standard Abyssal law. Yet Daniel wasn’t satisfied. Power, after all, secured benefits—so why accept less than he deserved?

A cold smile curved his lips as he looked at Malkar. His tone was icy.

"I know Abyssal rules. Since Karsas died at my hands, his domain is naturally mine."

"But I’m even more curious—what if I were to kill the Emperor of the Abyss himself?"

No sooner had the words fallen than Daniel’s twenty shadow clones launched a coordinated assault on Malkar.

Not just that—every Spirit of Skills, and even the summoned abyssal bosses, surged forward in unison. Their target: the Emperor himself.

"I want to see... will I become the next Emperor of the Abyss?"

The assembled Kings of Abyss sucked in harsh breaths. They hadn’t expected this foreigner to be so brazen! A mere outsider... daring to challenge their Emperor?

One by one, they silently withdrew from the battlefield, unwilling to stand in the way of these two terrifying titans.

After Several Probing Exchanges...

Daniel had grown to understand Malkar’s nature.

The Emperor was the leader of a long-vanished race—the Abyss Elder-Tree People. Though they’d gone extinct centuries ago, Malkar remained, sustained by ancient abyssal power.

While his methods brimmed with dark, corrupt energy, his essence was still rooted in tree-born traits—brute force, regeneration, the power of entangling roots. Daniel had studied these traits, gleaned from surviving texts and lore—even though he’d never faced a true Elder-Tree entity until now.

To be cautious, he employed his [Eye of Insight].

Indeed, Malkar’s strength was no mere bravado. His skillset was impressive, and each ability was powerful. But what truly unsettled Daniel was Malkar’s Talent Specializations:

Anti‑Magic FieldSilence Zone

These talents created zones that nullified skills. Any ability cast within—aside from non-classed abilities—was instantly nullified.

Even Daniel was affected. [Flashback] and [Time Stream] were not disabled—they weren’t classified as "magic"—but spell-like skills were blocked.

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Even though Daniel possessed [Divine Cleanse], it was useless within these death zones. Without completing his Star Upgrade Quest, he was powerless against such suppression.

In that moment, Daniel felt deeply outmatched.

Yet after obtaining his 3-Star upgrade, he had gained one final trump: [Judgment of the God of Thieves]. It manifested as a physical weapon.

And now, with the God of Thieves’ Blessed Dagger in his grasp—everything could change.

The Dagger of the God of Thieves wasn’t just a weapon—it was the tangible form of the God Rank Skill [Judgment of the God of Thieves].

In the strictest sense, it didn’t fall under the category of a skill. It was something beyond that—something transcending the rules that bound lesser abilities. Which meant that even inside the suppressive influence of [Anti‑Magic Field] and [Silence Zone], the dagger retained its full potency.

And that was what made it terrifying.

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