Reborn with Infinity Skill Points, I Enslaved All Universes-Chapter 259 --A Small Gift

The Continent of Myriad Races was in an uproar around the resurrection point.

Countless newly revived beings were staggering out from the Gate of Judgment, one after another.

After successfully passing through the Gate and undergoing the soul’s evaluation, each of them received a Survival Guide, a simple booklet meant to help them adjust to a world they hadn’t seen for millennia.

Yet the moment they opened it and saw the current year printed clearly at the top, their expressions were instantly filled with shock and disbelief.

"Wait... I’ve been dead for that long?"

"I can’t believe it... I actually get to see the sun again after two thousand years... But... why does the sky look nothing like what I remember?"

Another resurrected soul tilted his head back, his face twisting in confusion.

"You’re right! The sky should be blue, but... why has it become gold and silver?"

"And those winged... people flying in the sky... Are they the so-called angels from the ancient legends? But why are they fighting against the stellar beings?"

The resurrected ones watched the battle in the heavens with slack-jawed awe, unable to process the overwhelming changes in the world around them.

None of them had ever imagined that two thousand years after their death, the world would have transformed into... this.

A portion of the newly revived quickly flipped through the Survival Guide in their hands, eager for answers.

When they reached the second page, a familiar name leaped out at them:

"His Highness Daniel, Emperor of the Myriad Races."

They froze.

"Wait a second... that name... it sounds familiar!"

"Familiar? Of course it’s familiar! Don’t you remember? The City of the Undead—its lord was also called Daniel!"

The moment this statement was made, every single resurrected being present went silent, stunned into a collective pause.

Something felt terribly, terribly wrong.

"Hold on... how could a living man have entered the Undead Lands?"

Their hands trembled slightly as they hurriedly flipped to the third page, where Daniel’s personal record was listed in full.

**"The Great His Highness Daniel, awakened just two days ago.

Upon his awakening, he created the Anygate, subdued the Abyss, and destroyed the Seed of Chaos.

He is both the hero of humanity and the Emperor of the Myriad Races..."**

The entry went on for three or four entire pages, filled with a litany of titles and achievements that had been piled upon him by countless races in just two short days.

The resurrected stared at the text in sheer numbness.

"This... this is an awakener?"

"No way. In our era, even the most peerless geniuses couldn’t possibly reach this level of strength!"

"You’re telling me he suppressed the Abyss in just two days?! What even is this Abyss you speak of?"

Murmurs and arguments rippled through the crowd, each resurrected being voicing disbelief or confusion as they continued reading.

Then, on the very next page, they realized something far more terrifying.

They noticed the date.

"Wait... today’s date... Isn’t this the exact time of the Millennial Apocalypse?"

Horrifying realization dawned on their faces.

"Does that mean... those things in the sky... are part of this Apocalypse?"

The Survival Guide quickly confirmed their fears.

Yes, the Millennial Apocalypse was upon them.

And this time, the invaders were none other than the legendary race: the Angels of Gold and Silver.

The brief surge of excitement from their miraculous resurrection drained from their faces, replaced with despair.

"We just got brought back... and now we’re supposed to face the Millennial Apocalypse?"

"How the hell are we supposed to survive this?!"

Meanwhile, high above the skies of the continent, the battle between the stellar and the angels had reached a fever pitch.

The heavens were a battlefield of light and fire.

Although the Angels of Gold and Silver were a higher race by birth, their ordinary soldiers were still no match for the ferocity of the stellar.

The weaker angels were utterly incapable of resisting the stellar’s assault.

One after another, massive explosions sent wings and golden feathers raining from the sky.

Corpses plummeted to the ground like a macabre storm.

Yet as the angelic ranks faltered, some of the stronger angels finally stepped forward.

Their eyes burned with fanatic devotion, and they began chanting prayers, empowering themselves with the holy force of their deity.

"O Great Goddess of Gold and Silver, grant me your divine power!"

"Die, you abominations!!"

A brilliant beam of golden radiance streaked across the sky, piercing straight through the core of a stellar being.

The stellar were unique existences.

From the moment of their birth, they possessed tremendous power, but they were cursed with no potential for growth.

They would remain exactly as they were until the day they perished.

So even though many stellar fought ferociously, the combined might of the angels began to claim victims.

Several stellar detonated into starlight, leaving nothing but shrapnel in the winds of war.

Still, not a single one of the stellar despaired.

"To roam free for four thousand years... every second was worth it!"

"After being imprisoned for tens of billions of years, I stopped wanting to live long ago. These four thousand years of freedom were more than enough!"

"Killing angels is the least we can do to repay Daniel!"

Even when a stellar faced inevitable death, they would self-destruct—and the resulting explosion was even more devastating than a Primordial Core Weapon.

The weaker angels nearby were shredded instantly, their bodies and wings scattered in bloody mist.

On the battlefield, the expressions of the angelic elites darkened into gloom.

"These damned stellar... and they dare defy us?!"

Among the Angels of Gold and Silver, one figure finally took center stage.

Vinícius.

A high-ranking member of the angelic race, Vinícius was a Level 500 powerhouse, the absolute maximum for any upper race.

Indeed, for upper races like the Angels of Gold and Silver, the level cap was fixed at 500.

And they had already reached this peak four thousand years ago.

In other words, for four millennia, their strength had hardly changed—because they were already standing at the summit.

Vinícius’ voice thundered across the battlefield, brimming with cold fanaticism:

"All who dare obstruct the descent of Her Majesty, the Goddess of Gold & Silver, Aurelia, are heretics destined to die!"

"I shall personally send each and every one of you to the depths of hell!"

Six pairs of radiant wings flared behind him, glowing with a dazzling golden light.

His aura rippled like a sun about to go supernova.

Another angel tried to speak reason.

"Vinícius, don’t lose yourself to rage. This battlefield is no place for the ordinary angels. Order the lower ranks to withdraw!"

Vinícius hesitated, his jaw tightening—then finally gave a curt nod.

With a single resonant command, he ordered the retreat.

"Faithful of Her Majesty Aurelia, return to the Homeland of the Gods!

Leave these heretical stellar to the Council of Angels!"

As the common angels withdrew, Vinícius raised his massive greatsword high above his head.

Golden runes flared to life along the blade.

[Divine Punishment Descends]!

In the blink of an eye, a colossal column of holy light erupted from the heavens.

Tens of thousands of stellar were pierced simultaneously, disintegrating before they could even self-detonate.

They became nothing but drifting, sparkling dust.

Vinícius gazed upon the carnage with chilling indifference.

"No matter the era... the strong will always remain the strong.

Did you really think these trash stellar could match the true might of the angelic race?

Stellar... are nothing but refuse!"

His arrogance was absolute, his confidence unshaken.

But then—

A playful, mocking voice whispered right next to his ear.

"Do you truly believe... that all stellar are garbage?"

Vinícius’ eyes flickered in surprise.

His instinctual reaction was to unleash his mind power, sweeping the battlefield for the intruder...

Nothing.

Not a single trace.

Then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw it:

A circular alchemical device, hovering silently behind him, emanating an ominous light.

And along with it... came the words that would chill any warrior’s heart:

"Here’s a small gift for you."