Reborn with Infinity Skill Points, I Enslaved All Universes-Chapter 207 --Higher Races

"Now then, let’s get to the real substance,"

Charles tapped the table, and his previously lazy expression instantly turned serious.

"According to the latest intelligence I’ve obtained, a higher race known as the Angels of Gold and Silver will descend upon our world through this Millennial Apocalypse."

"These Angels are under the divine protection of Aurelia—hence their audacity and fearlessness. The current situation is that we simply don’t have the strength to face them head-on. So we must enlist Daniel’s help."

At that very moment, not far from them, in the Council Center of Artist City—

A massive gathering of powerful individuals from across the myriad races had already formed.

One could say that the strongest elites of the entire continent were now concentrated in Artist City.

And beyond just god devotees and warriors from the major races, Daniel had even extended invitations to several neutral species.

However, when it came to the abyss, Daniel had chosen not to send any summons.

For a time, Artist City once again became the focal point of the world’s attention.

Most believed that Artist City was a city shared equally among all races.

Everyone knew that in this place, no one held a true home-field advantage.

That said, Daniel was now serving as the city’s official mayor.

In truth, Artist City had become Daniel’s personal dominion—

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Even the Human Emperor Odin had no jurisdiction here.

Inside the Parliament Hall,

powerhouses of all races were already seated and gathered.

Daniel’s figure appeared within the chamber as well.

Everyone present knew that Daniel possessed multiple avatars and manifestations.

It wasn’t a secret.

But even knowing that, no one was bothered by it.

Given his strength—and his absurd rate of growth—a few clones were nothing to fuss over.

The first to arrive, the powerhouses of the myriad races, sat quietly in their respective seats,

waiting for everyone to arrive so the meeting could begin.

After all, everyone understood just how important this summit truly was.

While they waited, some familiar figures took the opportunity to exchange polite small talk.

Human Emperor Odin sat at his designated place, casting a glance toward the nearby Emperor of Demon.

"Well, well... Who would’ve thought? You’ve become the ruler of the demon clan.

If I recall correctly, the last time we met must’ve been... five centuries ago?"

"That’s right. It has been far too long."

"Honestly, becoming the Demon Emperor was more of an accident. It’s because His Highness Daniel saw something in me..."

Odin laughed. "Hah. Last time we fought, we both ended up badly injured, and neither of us claimed victory.

If there’s an opportunity during this Apocalypse, how about a rematch?"

"Haha! Seems like you’re still unwilling to admit defeat. I clearly won last time—you just won’t accept it."

The reality was, many of the individuals present had past grievances or old alliances with one another.

After all, those capable of reaching the very peak of the world in the last thousand years...

were almost exclusively seated here in this very room.

In the underground labyrinths, in battles against World Rank bosses—

they had crossed paths countless times.

But regardless of personal history, every single person here understood one crucial truth:

No matter how deep their grudges, no matter how long-standing their rivalries,

even if their races were mortal enemies—

Now was the time to set everything aside.

Because in the face of the Millennial Apocalypse,

if they didn’t unite internally, they would all be destroyed together.

So at a moment like this—

anyone who dared stir up trouble would be crushed by the united forces of all races.

Eventually, even a representative of the gnome race, Pixis, arrived at the assembly.

Of course, the times had changed. The gnome race no longer held the prestige they once did.

As a result, Pixis was seated farther from the center of the hall.

Still, receiving an invitation to this council was a great honor in itself.

It symbolized that the gnome race had once again earned recognition from His Highness Daniel—

and no longer needed to depend on other species for survival.

Daniel had already resurrected all of the gnome race’s top-tier warriors.

Among old friends and allies, some races with good relations with the gnomes even came forward to offer their condolences.

"We’re deeply sorry for the misfortune that has befallen your people,"

a representative of the Orc clan said to Pixis.

"Though we may be unable to help much now, once this Apocalypse passes,

we will provide the gnomes with some essential resource support."

Everyone had witnessed the devastating power of the Primordial Core Weapon.

Even the mighty gnome race couldn’t survive a single strike from it.

What made it worse—was that the attack had come from within Artist itself,

without any prior warning.

Even with their great strength, the gnomes had no time to react.

Had they been prepared, perhaps they wouldn’t have suffered such catastrophic losses.

Pixis gave a solemn nod. He was now the leader of the gnome race.

The previous chief stood beside him.

Not because Pixis had sought leadership,

but because the former chief believed he bore full responsibility for the gnome race’s tragedy.

He had sworn to spend the rest of his life seeking vengeance for his people.

As for the goodwill from the Orc clan, Pixis did not reject it.

"Thank you. The gnome race will remember your kindness," he said.

"But before anything else, we must discuss how to confront the incoming threat.

The Millennial Apocalypse has already begun.

I do not wish to see any other race suffer the same fate as ours."

"By the way, what exactly is His Highness Daniel’s purpose in gathering us here?"

As some of the powerhouses idly chatted—

A sudden notification appeared before their eyes.

[Fake God Kalthor — Has Been Resurrected]

The moment they saw that message,

the expressions of the entire assembly darkened.

Because they all knew—

exactly how powerful Kalthor truly was.

In the last Millennial Apocalypse,

Kalthor had been the primary threat.

Even Human Emperor Odin couldn’t hide his reaction.

Upon seeing the name "Kalthor," his entire body began to tremble.

Almost instinctively, he prepared to trigger a Level-1 emergency alert.

But just then, Daniel, who had remained silent all this time, finally spoke.

"Everyone, remain calm. That thing’s already been taken care of by me."

The moment his voice fell—

a heavy, unnatural silence swept through the hall.

The kind of silence that made one’s skin crawl.

And right then—

another notification appeared before everyone’s eyes.

[Human Daniel has slain Kalthor]

This time, the entire room fell into complete and absolute silence.

Every powerhouse present—

They had already believed they were overestimating Daniel’s capabilities.

They thought they had accounted for every possible variable.

And yet, reality once again surpassed their imagination.

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