Reborn with Infinity Skill Points, I Enslaved All Universes-Chapter 203 --Kalthor

Seeing how effective the puppets were, Daniel nodded in satisfaction.

Unlike his clones, puppets came with a unique advantage—they could faithfully carry out commands and operate autonomously without needing constant supervision. Even if Daniel severed the mind power connection between them, these puppets would continue to execute the tasks they’d been given without hesitation.

Once he had confirmed that the puppets were functioning perfectly, Daniel casually reached out and grabbed the demon standing beside him—then proceeded to wipe all related memories from his mind.

...

With a flicker of light, Daniel’s figure disappeared and reappeared in a desolate, barren land.

Kalthor, I’ve come for you.

As Daniel stepped onto a weathered altar and spoke those words aloud, the entire structure began to tremble.

Tracking down information on Kalthor had been a trivial task for Daniel at this point. He merely issued a casual command, and within minutes, a comprehensive intelligence report was delivered to him.

This altar—now rumbling beneath his feet—had been one of the leads mentioned in that report.

Now that he had confirmed the altar’s identity, Daniel released the seal that had obscured Kalthor from his [Mist] ability.

And the response was immediate.

In the blink of an eye, Kalthor sensed Daniel’s presence.

A tremendous aura erupted from within the altar, flooding the surroundings with dread. The tremors intensified, and suddenly, gouts of fresh blood began to bubble up from beneath the ground.

"You damn human! I remember you! You’re the one who stole my blood!" a voice roared from below.

Kalthor’s fury echoed across the land.

But Daniel merely gave a mocking smirk.

"Yes, that was me. So what?" he replied with a tone of absolute arrogance.

"I swear I’ll kill you!" Kalthor bellowed once more. The entire altar seemed on the verge of collapse from the sheer intensity of his rage.

Thick blood vaporized into the air, transforming into black mist that began to surround Daniel. The cursed fog drained one billion HP from him every second.

But Daniel didn’t even blink.

With his health already in the trillions, and his body protected by layers of unbreakable shields, the black mist didn’t even leave a scratch. It was like trying to cut steel with a paper blade.

Still, Daniel took Kalthor very seriously.

From what he had gathered, this entity was no ordinary being.

Kalthor might be a god—albeit an incomplete or fragmented one. Even though he hadn’t yet fully resurrected, his influence was still powerful enough to inflict considerable damage.

Granted, that "damage" was laughable to Daniel. But if it had been any other awakener, even a high-tier one, they would’ve been overwhelmed in seconds.

"Kalthor," Daniel said calmly, "do you want to be resurrected?"

At that, Kalthor went silent.

The black mist around Daniel began to slowly fade.

To be honest, Kalthor didn’t trust any human to offer help out of kindness. That was simply against everything he believed.

But after being sealed in this altar for so long, after enduring endless ages of isolation, Kalthor was desperate. He wanted nothing more than to be free—even if it meant making a deal with someone like Daniel.

After a few moments of internal conflict, Kalthor sent back a pulse of uncertain mind power.

"You’re really going to resurrect me?"

"I can resurrect you, yes," Daniel replied. "But I want to make a deal."

He paused before continuing in a firm voice, "The Millennium Apocalypse is upon us. If you agree to stand alongside the myriad races of this world and face it with us, I’ll bring you back."

There was another pause. Kalthor fell into deeper silence.

Daniel, unbothered, turned away slightly and added, "If you refuse, that’s fine too."

"You’re a special kind of existence. Honestly, I’m not too eager to take the risk of letting you out. The consequences could be... troublesome."

Having said his piece, Daniel turned around as if to leave.

But just before he could walk away, a new pulse of mind power burst out from the altar.

"Wait—don’t go. I’m willing to make a deal. If you bring me back, I’ll fight for the races."

"To be honest," Kalthor continued, "the only thing I’m missing for resurrection is ten drops of divine blood. The same ten drops... that you took from me."

"If you return them, I can perform the ritual. I’ll even sign a contract with you."

Daniel’s lips twitched, struggling to suppress a triumphant smile.

But he forced it down. He had to maintain the appearance of naïveté and innocence.

"Really? You’re not tricking me, are you?" he asked, feigning uncertainty.

Kalthor sent back another firm wave of mind power.

"I would never lie about something like this. You may not realize it, but I am a being of supreme majesty."

"Enough talk. Time is short. I’ll teach you how to carve the resurrection sigil right now."

"Once the formation is ready, offer up the ten drops of divine blood as a sacrifice. As soon as I return to this world, I’ll aid you in resisting the Millennium Apocalypse."

Even beings as mighty as Kalthor, beings that skirted the very edges of divinity, still clung to their instinctive desire to live.

Freedom was everything.

And this was the only chance he’d had in eons.

So Kalthor gave it his all.

What he didn’t know, however, was that Daniel had his own reasons.

Daniel was not reviving Kalthor out of goodwill.

He was after Kalthor’s soul—a complete, intact, powerful soul. Reviving him was just a means to an end. Once Kalthor returned, Daniel intended to kill him himself and extract it.

That soul was the true goal of this entire operation.

And as for cooperating with Kalthor?

Yeah—Daniel had absolutely no plans for that.

"Alright then," Daniel said, his tone light and agreeable.

From his spatial backpack, he drew out two simple contract scrolls.

The terms of the agreement were extremely basic: Kalthor would help the human race resist the Millennium Apocalypse.

That was all.

Kalthor was stunned when he read it.

He never imagined the human in front of him could be persuaded so easily.

The contract was full of loopholes—a literal net of gaps and vagueness. It didn’t even stipulate what "help" meant. For all Kalthor cared, shouting a few curses at the Apocalypse might count as fulfilling the terms.

Worse yet, it was a standard magical contract. For someone of Kalthor’s caliber—almost a god—it was meaningless. Such contracts had no binding power over him.

Still, Kalthor was no fool.

A deal that favored him so heavily? Why not take it?

He didn’t even bother to hide his glee. This was a clear win.

What he failed to notice, though, was the subtle curve forming at the corner of Daniel’s lips.

Kalthor thought he was dealing with a clueless youth. An innocent. Someone easily fooled.

What he didn’t know was that Daniel had already marked his soul. freewёbnoνel-com

The moment Daniel resurrected him, Kalthor would become his prey.

And once slain—his soul would be harvested whole.

This was no alliance.

This was a trap.

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