Reborn with Infinity Skill Points, I Enslaved All Universes-Chapter 219 --The Collection

On the surface,

Daniel appeared to be casually strolling around, taking in the sights of the castle.

But inwardly, his attention remained razor sharp—constantly alert.

Although Glaton’s outward appearance was grotesque and repulsive, Daniel had to admit... he was surprisingly clever.

Not only was he sharp, but he had even taken the initiative to gather intel on other worlds.

With the sheer number of beings dying every second across the multiverse, it made sense.

In a way, Glaton probably knew just as much—if not more—about the Myriad Races Continent than Daniel himself. fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓

After clearing his mind, Daniel turned to Glaton with a faint smile and asked,

"Glaton, why do you think I came to find you?"

Glaton, as if having anticipated the question, grinned even more broadly.

"Hahaha, Daniel, if you don’t mind me saying so, I think we could become good friends."

"I know you’re facing the pressure of the next Millennial Apocalypse, and it’s not an easy burden to bear."

"So, this visit of yours to the Undead Lands... you’re hoping that I can release a large number of souls to help you survive it, correct?"

"The living aren’t powerful enough, so you wish to harness the strength of the dead."

"You want the undead to fight for you. Am I wrong?"

Hearing this, Daniel paused slightly.

Truth be told, he hadn’t even thought about that yet.

He had to admit—this ghostly city lord had quite the imaginative mind.

But perhaps... that imagination had just given him a brand-new path forward.

Originally, Daniel’s plan had been simple:

Find the Book of Souls, synthesize [Grand Resurrection], and use it to revive the gnome race.

But now, after hearing Glaton’s words, he realized that idea was... too small.

If he was already deep inside the Undead Lands, why stop at resurrecting a single race?

Why not bring back every fallen powerhouse he could find?

Or better yet—why not kill Glaton, take his authority, and claim control over all souls in the Undead Lands?

With the power of [Grand Resurrection], he could revive them all.

If that happened... wouldn’t he essentially control the cycle of life and death across the entire multiverse?

The dead of all races... reborn by his hand?

He would become the true ruler of the Myriad Races.

In essence, the entire multiverse would become his personal undead army.

As these thoughts spiraled in his mind, Daniel’s gaze toward Glaton began to burn—intensely.

And in that very instant, Glaton felt it.

His massive body trembled.

As a demigod-ranked being, he had terrifying instincts.

He knew without a doubt—Daniel had just considered killing him.

Daniel, realizing Glaton had sensed his intent, immediately activated [Time Stream], rewinding himself to two seconds before the thought had taken shape.

This time, he let the malice go.

Instead, with a casual smile, he resumed his slow stroll through the castle.

Now was not the time to turn against Glaton—not yet.

He still needed information.

Specifically: the location of the Book of Souls.

Only after he got everything he wanted would he consider striking.

And as for Glaton? Daniel wasn’t fooled by the friendly tone.

Despite calling him "friend" so warmly, it was obvious Glaton had his own agenda—he wanted Daniel to submit, to serve under him.

Just then, a playful, smug smile curled across Glaton’s face.

"My friend," he said, "I’d like to show you something—my most precious collection over the years."

As he spoke, Glaton raised a hand.

A massive iron cage slowly descended from above, landing gently on the stone floor.

It had a strange, alien design.

Darkness and lightning twisted around its bars like living serpents.

What intrigued Daniel most was that the cage wasn’t physical—it was made from some kind of high-density soul energy.

If a soul were trapped inside, they wouldn’t even be able to twitch.

The dark and thunderous energies would instantly erode their form.

After all, thunder was the natural bane of all soul-based beings.

"Inside this cage," Glaton said, voice full of pride, "is your people’s very first powerhouse—your first Human Emperor."

"He possessed an SSS-rank innate talent: ’Judicator.’ If you’re willing to serve me for two years, I’ll grant him his freedom."

"Think about it seriously, my friend—but don’t take too long."

"His soul has endured great torment over the years. I doubt it will last much longer."

"If he passes through the Gate of Life, your human race will regain an SSS-level combatant. Of course, it will take some time for him to grow strong again..."

"But the Millennial Apocalypse won’t be ending soon. He may prove very helpful."

Daniel remained silent, thoughtful.

Glaton didn’t push him for an answer. Instead, he lifted his hand again—

And another cage descended.

"This one," he said, "is your race’s second Human Emperor—also an SSS-level Awakener. But for him, I’ll offer a discount—just one year of servitude."

"And here’s the third Human Emperor..."

"This one’s the founding emperor of the dragon race—looks like a filthy lizard, doesn’t he? Hahaha!"

"And this... this is the first Emperor of the Blood Clan. By your people’s standards, she’d be a goddess of beauty—but I personally prefer the ladies from the Abyss."

"Oh, and here—this is the elven queen. Want to take her home? I can brand her soul and make her your slave—forever loyal."

Glaton suddenly paused, then raised a finger to point at a delicate-looking cage off to the side.

"This one’s especially rare."

"He was the first Artist—the founder of the entire Artist movement."

"Insane, yes—but lightyears ahead of your human scholars in the field of research."

Glaton’s smile widened as he gestured toward his many trophies.

He was sure Daniel would be shocked—after all, the cages held some of the greatest beings ever born among the myriad races.

It had always been his pride.

Yet for all these years, he’d had no one to boast to.

Now, with Daniel here, he finally had the chance to show off.

"You may not realize this," he continued, "but if these individuals were allowed to pass through the Gate of Life, your race would be flooded with new power."

"You wouldn’t have to worry about the Millennial Apocalypse anymore."

"But alas—they are my collection now."

"And I will never set them free."

"Unless... of course... you’re willing to make a deal."