Chapter 262: Chapter262-Using the Godkin’s People as Bargaining Chips Again

The moment that illusory figure appeared, it casually dissolved Trell’s Oracle-grade power as though it were nothing.

Immediately afterward, he rushed forward, kicked Trell flying, then caught up to him in an instant and planted one foot firmly on Trell’s face.

Boom—!

The phantom and Trell crashed to the ground together.

That foot was pressed squarely against Trell’s face.

"As you requested, I have come."

The illusory figure was none other than Angel, the emissary of Gold-grade Mountain—

A T6 Oracle-grade!

"Main God Trell!"

The sages of God Realm gaped, their jaws nearly dropping to the ground.

"Main God Trell... was actually trampled underfoot!"

In that instant, the worldview of the Godkin sages shattered into dust.

"Our Godkin... how have we fallen to such a... such a humiliating state?"

One sage shed tears in disbelief.

Daniel could not help but let out a breath of relief.

"Justin really didn’t lie to me."

A smile surfaced on Daniel’s face.

"The stronger an Oracle-grade is, the sharper their perception becomes."

Justin had once said that those who truly stood at the peak could capture you along the threads of karma even if you merely formed a thought about them.

"Lord Angel really did come."

Daniel laughed inwardly.

"I’m a contestant representing the Canaan Starfield, and the impression I left on Angel wasn’t bad either. Besides, I have a trump card. Even if Angel hadn’t come, I wouldn’t have died."

After all, the one staying here right now was merely a puppet avatar.

Not to mention, Daniel still had Immortal Revival protecting him. Even if he recklessly courted death without limit, as long as he did not provoke a supreme-grade existence, he would suffer no real loss.

...

"Now, state your demand."

Angel’s voice was as cold as frost, with none of the previous warmth left in it.

Trell was still pinned to the ground, his mind dazed and foggy.

"Your Excellency, I refuse to accept this!"

He spoke through gritted teeth.

"The blood feud between Faustus and my Godkin cannot be washed away! You are blatantly favoring him. I cannot accept it!"

"You cannot accept it?"

Angel did not withdraw the foot pressed against Trell’s face. His tone was calm, as though he were speaking of something utterly insignificant.

"I do not care how deep the grudge between you is. The issue now is that Faustus cannot die."

"After he finishes participating in the Starlight Rankings Tournament, what you want to do then is none of my concern."

"Do you... understand?"

Angel’s voice suddenly turned colder.

Trell’s eyes were bloodshot, and his chest rose and fell violently. Clearly, he was unconvinced.

"What?"

A layer of frost seemed to settle over Angel’s face.

"Trell, do you want your Godkin to vanish completely from this star sea?"

Vanish completely!

The words of a T6 Oracle-grade were not a threat.

They were a statement of fact.

With his strength, forget annihilating one Godkin race. Even ten thousand Godkin races would be nothing more than the lift of a finger.

"I..."

Trell clenched his teeth and forced out the words one by one.

"I... understand."

Only then did Angel remove his foot from Trell’s face. His tone was as indifferent as a passing breeze.

"Before the Starlight Rankings begin, not a single Oracle-grade of your Godkin is allowed to step into the starry skies of the myriad races. Otherwise—you know the consequences."

"Now get lost."

Trell climbed to his feet and glared fiercely at Daniel. His gaze looked as though he wanted to carve this human into his very bones.

Then he turned into a streak of light and vanished at the far end of the sky.

"Faustus."

Angel turned his head. His brows furrowed slightly, and there was a trace of warning in his voice.

"Take care of yourself."

"Thank you for intervening, Your Excellency."

Daniel nodded.

Swish—!

A faint smile appeared on Angel’s face, but it vanished in an instant. Along with it, his phantom also dispersed into the void.

The Godkin’s Oracle-grade had arrived with a chest full of fury, yet departed with a belly full of humiliation.

Daniel’s eyes were like two blades as he looked toward the three sages who had long since lost their will to fight.

That gaze scraped across their backs, making their spines turn cold and their hearts tremble.

"It’s over... Main God Trell has left. We’re injured this badly. We’re no match for him at all."

"Looks like... we have to run as well."

"If we want to escape, he can’t catch us."

Daniel seemed to have heard their muttering. The corners of his mouth lifted slightly.

"Of course you can run. But—I don’t believe every living being of your Godkin can run with you."

"Now, I’ll use the lives of everyone in God Realm as bargaining chips to exchange for a few things... That’s reasonable, isn’t it?"

Using the countless billions of lives in God Realm as bargaining chips—

This was outright robbery.

And not only that, it was one man robbing an entire world.

A supreme-grade extorting a group of sages!

The faces of the three sages turned deathly pale, as though an invisible hand had seized them by the throat.

"Faustus! You actually dare threaten the entire God Realm!"

"You’re recklessly bold! Far too arrogant!"

"You’re only one man... How dare you..."

"But... we really can’t do anything to him!"

One sage’s voice was filled with agony.

"Damn bastard!"

The final roar sounded as though it had been squeezed out from between clenched teeth.

...

Above the ruins of Pantheon Summit Hall, Daniel stood high above them, overlooking the entire God Realm.

Those sages who had once stood loftily above all others could only lower their heads now.

"Faustus... what do you want?"

One sage gritted his teeth.

"Use your Godkin’s Fortune Points to sign a contract."

Daniel’s voice did not fluctuate in the slightest.

"The contents of the contract are simple. For ten thousand years, the Godkin are forbidden from entering any territory of mine. You are also forbidden from doing anything that harms the living beings under my rule. Otherwise, the Godkin’s Fortune Points will fall to zero."

Hiss—!

The three sages sucked in a sharp breath at the same time, as though something icy had drilled into the cracks of their bones.

Using their race’s Fortune Points as collateral—

This contract was as poisonous as it could possibly be.

Once the Godkin’s Fortune Points dropped to zero, heavenly punishment would completely annihilate the Godkin.

"No!"

That was the first thought that flashed through their minds, and it almost came out of their mouths at once.

"But if we don’t agree..."

Another sage said in a low voice.

"Today, God Realm will become a river of blood... His Majesty the God Emperor’s advancement is still at a critical moment and cannot be disturbed. Main God Trell can’t be relied on either. What else can we do?"

"To agree just like this... I can’t stomach it!"

"Forget it. It’s only ten thousand years..."

Ten thousand years!

To sages who had lived for tens of millions of years, it was no more than the blink of an eye.

"Faustus, this matter... we agree."

The leading sage nodded with great difficulty.

"What is the second matter?"

"The second matter."

Daniel’s gaze stabbed toward them like a blade.

"I want to enter the deepest part of your God Realm’s Bloodtide Sea to search for someone. Give me the highest authority over Bloodtide Sea."

He had never forgotten Kelly.

He wanted to know—

Was she still alive?

Was she still there?

The three sages exchanged glances. The muscles on their faces twitched a few times.

"Fine."

...

Canaan Starfield, Gold-grade Star System, Golden Realm.

Angel, the Oracle-grade of Gold-grade Mountain, slowly opened his eyes. Deep within his pupils, the light of laws flowed like a turning galaxy.

He was a T6 Oracle-grade.

His true body had always remained hidden within the secret realm of headquarters. The one running around outside was nothing more than an avatar.

"Faustus... interesting."

The corner of his mouth lifted slightly.

"He even dared to use me. He certainly has some nerve."

Though he said that, there was not the slightest hint of anger on his face.

Angel smiled, then closed his eyes once again, sinking back into meditation.

The path of an Oracle-grade was a road walked along the edge of a cliff.

The higher the rank, the closer one was to death.

They had to climb upward without stopping for even a moment. Only then could they seize that one faint chance of stepping past death from an almost impossibly slim probability.

That was also why T9 Oracle-grades almost never showed themselves.

The tribulations they had to face were hundreds of millions of times greater than those of a T6 Oracle-grade.

Very few survived.