Reborn with Infinity Skill Points, I Enslaved All Universes-Chapter 251 --The Wrath of the Sun

Primordial Plane.

The Sun—Apollo—had fully descended.

Standing at a great distance, Daniel gazed upon the radiant celestial god, and even he could not help but feel astonished.

Only now did he realize that the version of Apollo he had seen earlier in the labyrinth was merely the tip of the iceberg.

The true form of the solar deity was utterly massive—far beyond what Daniel had imagined.

But beside him, Dark Star Jarvan began to tremble slightly at the sight of Apollo.

It was clear—he had entered a state of excitement, of pure battle-thirst.

"Friend from the future," Jarvan’s mind power pulsed with overwhelming emotion, "if not for your help, I don’t know when I would’ve ever had this chance."

"Now please... step back."

Sensing the energy rippling from Jarvan’s consciousness, Daniel immediately retreated to a safe distance.

Meanwhile, Jarvan’s already enormous form began to expand further.

In just a blink, his size doubled—his mass growing to a truly astronomical scale.

At that moment, without warning, Frost Star appeared silently beside Daniel.

"My friend," she said telepathically, "you’re insane. You actually convinced Jarvan to throw himself into battle!"

"I mean, seriously—look at how many stellar you released all at once! You’re absolutely incredible."

"But—ah, no time to praise you properly."

"My friend, are you staying? If you’re not planning to run, then I’m out of here."

"The battle between Jarvan and Apollo is going to be cataclysmic. If we don’t get far away from here, we’ll both be caught in the blast radius."

As she spoke, Jarvan’s body continued to expand. His outer shell began to darken, transforming into a deep abyssal black.

At the same time, the stellar entities that had once been bound to him suddenly gained their freedom.

They bolted in every direction, fleeing with breathtaking speed.

Jarvan’s transformation had broken their shackles.

From this moment forward, these stellar were no longer bound by the ancient laws of the cosmos.

They were free—truly, completely free.

Daniel turned to Frost Star and sent a pulse of mind power in reply:

"Don’t worry about me. You go on."

Frost Star hesitated for a moment, then responded:

"Alright, I understand. You’re stronger than I thought. But still—be careful."

"Oh, and if the humans run into trouble in the future... make sure to call for me."

"After all, it’s thanks to you that I regained my freedom."

Daniel gave a slight nod.

"No problem."

With that, he turned his eyes back to Jarvan, whose expansion still hadn’t reached its limit.

Everything unfolding now—this moment, this timing—was simply too perfect.

Daniel had no intention of interfering using [Time Stream].

On the contrary, he wanted to watch this play out in full.

After her final words, Frost Star turned and fled—retreating as fast as she could.

She knew all too well: if she didn’t put some serious distance between herself and the impending clash of titans, she would absolutely die here.

Daniel, however, remained. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

He wanted to witness this—he wanted to see for himself just how terrifying a battle between Apollo and Jarvan would be.

And then—it began.

Apollo’s radiant form blazed even brighter.

His entire body transformed into a pure crimson furnace.

The intense heat twisted the very air around him—no, not just the air, but the space itself.

"Damnable human!"

Apollo’s voice roared across the Primordial Plane, shaking the stars.

He was consumed by fury.

He never imagined that Aurelia’s ascension ritual would be sabotaged at its most critical moment—

By a single human.

And worst of all...

He had given the Revelation to Daniel with his own hands.

To Apollo, the most devout believer of Aurelia, this was a betrayal beyond words.

If he could, he would scorch every last human from existence with the fire of his light.

At that very moment, the blood moon—the original main actor in this millennial Apocalypse—also radiated with intense rage.

"Apollo," the blood moon’s telepathic voice rang out, "do you realize it’s night right now?"

"Why have you come to the Primordial Plane?"

"This isn’t your time. Are you mad?"

But the blood moon’s brilliance was instantly suppressed by Apollo’s solar radiance.

Daylight burst into existence across the world—false, blinding, and searing.

A high noon forged in wrath.

The sudden change in light and temperature stunned countless living beings across the cosmos.

They instinctively looked up to the sky.

"Wait—shouldn’t it be night right now? Why is the sun rising?"

"The moons are still there too!"

"Sun and moon together in the sky... Is this Apocalypse... evolving?"

Terror rippled through all lifeforms.

A terror too vast to articulate.

"Why? Why are the heavens punishing us like this?"

"All we wanted was to live. Why is that so hard?"

The blood moon’s influence had only just faded.

Most creatures still hadn’t even realized how they’d regained their sanity.

Many were only just emerging from madness.

And yet... many more still remained consumed by it—

Ravaging everything in sight.

But now, as if that weren’t enough, the sun Apollo had descended as well.

One Apocalypse after another.

It was a nightmare that wouldn’t end.

High-ranking members of humanity were now staring through their ship windows at the blinding sun above.

They finally understood—

This millennial Apocalypse was far more terrifying than they’d ever imagined.

If not for Daniel, they wouldn’t have made it this far.

And now, on top of everything, the sun god Apollo had descended in fury—burning, seething, unstable.

Back in the Primordial Plane,

Apollo responded to the blood moon’s accusations with blunt and brutal mind power.

"Blood moon, I suggest you stay out of my business."

His massive solar form had already begun to crack—fractures running through his blazing body.

He was breaking apart.

Violating cosmic law came with consequences.

And yet, he was Apollo.

His strength allowed him to resist complete annihilation, at least temporarily.

Even though he was unraveling, he could still maintain his form for a short while.

Daniel looked up at the furious sun god—and almost reflexively reached for the God of Thieves’ dagger.

He thought about splitting Jarvan into multiple copies, multiplying his firepower.

But he paused.

Then he slowly pulled his hand back.

The dagger of the God of Thieves was a card tied to the rules of the universe—

A trump card, a secret weapon.

In this world, most of the gods still existed.

None had truly fallen yet.

If he exposed this ability now...

It could be discovered by other gods.

And if that happened, he would be targeted like never before.

He could still afford to create clones.

But anything that involved divine laws—he had to be cautious.

Extremely cautious.