Reborn with Infinity Skill Points, I Enslaved All Universes-Chapter 261 --The Gnome Race

Northern Frontier of the Human Race, Winterhold Castle.

Large numbers of newly freed resurrected beings had gathered in clusters, trading news and seeking any scrap of understanding about the world they had returned to.

"Hey, brother! I heard you only just died recently—can you explain what’s going on in this world now?"

"Yeah, seriously! Why has everything changed so much? It doesn’t feel real to us at all!"

The young human who had perished only three days ago turned to them with a helpless, equally bewildered expression.

Even for him, the world now felt strangely unfamiliar.

He glanced around Winterhold Castle, his eyes widening in disbelief.

"Wait a second... when did Winterhold Castle become this luxurious?"

In his memory, the castle was nothing but a barren ruin, a forgotten stronghold in the northern wilderness.

But now, the towering walls gleamed with polished stone, banners fluttered proudly in the cold wind, and enchanted lanterns bathed the castle in golden light.

He didn’t even know the name Daniel, a name that now dominated the Survival Guide.

Everything he was seeing went far beyond anything he had imagined.

"Uh... well... actually..." He hesitated, then sighed.

"Alright, to tell the truth, I don’t really know what’s going on either.

I only died three days ago, and back then, Winterhold Castle didn’t look anything like this."

"Honestly... I think we should go ask someone who has actually been alive this whole time."

Undead Lands.

One of Daniel’s avatars was methodically performing Mass Resurrection, over and over.

His true body had already departed from the Undead Lands, leaving this split body to mechanically follow its pre-set instructions.

This avatar had only one task:

to continuously resurrect souls, again and again, without rest or deviation.

And so, within the designated zones, countless souls streamed into the light of life.

Any soul that still retained a flicker of consciousness inevitably longed to return to the realm of the living.

On the Myriad Races Continent, the number of resurrected beings skyrocketed at a terrifying pace, rejoining the living world.

Fortunately, the world itself was immense, vast enough to support the sudden resurgence of life.

If the continent had been any smaller, the sheer volume of resurrected beings might have triggered an ecological collapse.

Daniel only dared to cast Mass Resurrection so liberally because he understood the world’s true scale.

Even counting every intelligent species in history, all life combined occupied less than 3% of the continent.

The remaining 97% of the land was wild, uncharted, and virtually untouched.

The Myriad Races Continent was simply too vast.

Even if every sentient race from history were resurrected, it would still feel empty.

At the periphery of each resurrection point, the emperors of the various races had even installed Anygates,

allowing the resurrected to instantly return to familiar territories and reunite with their kin.

Among the most notable of the newly resurrected were the gnomes,

many of whom immediately sought to return to Terra Fortress.

Even though they knew, deep down, that Terra Fortress no longer existed,

their hearts ached for home—

for the place where they had lived, worked, and dreamed.

That was their birthplace.

That was their homeland.

Yet not a single gnome gave in to despair.

After experiencing death itself, their perspective had shifted.

"As long as we’re alive... everything is possible again."

If Terra Fortress was gone, then they would simply build a new fortress from the ground up.

They also carried a collective determination:

to strengthen themselves,

so that the tragedy of Terra Fortress would never be repeated.

Within the gnome ranks, an emotional conversation unfolded.

"Patriarch," said Pixis, bowing deeply,

"please forgive me. I have... already led the gnome race to submit to the humans,

becoming their vassal state."

"It is all my fault.

But... if I may explain, without the humans’ protection, the remnants of our gnome race could not have survived."

"Also, Patriarch... you may not realize it, but the humans are no longer what they once were.

Their strength has become... unthinkable.

I beg you to take every matter related to them very seriously."

The gnome patriarch listened to Pixis’ words in silence.

Then, instead of scolding him, he placed a firm hand on his shoulder and spoke with calm gravity:

"Pixis... you don’t need to carry this guilt.

In those circumstances, ensuring the survival of the race was the only thing that mattered."

"Besides, we gnomes already owe the human race a great debt.

If not for Daniel, we would have vanished completely from the river of history."

"Even now, I believe you made the correct decision."

The patriarch of the gnomes was no fool.

The moment he resurrected, he read the Survival Guide,

and in an incredibly short span of time, he had assessed the world’s new reality.

From his perspective, Pixis’ choice had been flawless.

Even now, with the entire gnome race resurrected,

he saw no reason to sever ties with the humans.

Why?

Because in this new era,

humans offered opportunities the gnomes could never obtain alone.

The patriarch’s keen eyes studied Pixis.

"Pixis... I can feel that you’ve grown much stronger.

I suspect... that even I could not defeat you anymore, could I?"

Indeed, ever since the gnomes had sworn fealty to the humans,

Pixis’ level cap had risen to 250,

not to mention the buffs from the Infinite Divine Temple.

If he unleashed his full strength,

Pixis could easily defeat his patriarch—

though, of course, he would never dream of doing so.

"Patriarch," Pixis said respectfully,

"all of this power comes from the blessings of the Infinite Divine Temple.

His Majesty Crossbridge is a truly great god,

and it is only through his generosity and selflessness that we have received such immense power."

"And... there is something else you may not know:

Daniel is destined to become the heir of Lord Duheng."

The patriarch’s eyes sharpened.

He nodded solemnly.

"In that case... tell me where this Infinite Divine Temple is located.

Our entire gnome race will go and offer our prayers."

Meanwhile, as countless souls regained New Life,

the Myriad Races Continent bloomed with vitality.

This was no longer a world of merely tens of thousands of races.

With the resurrection of every extinct species,

the number of intelligent races likely exceeded one hundred million.

After every Millennial Apocalypse, countless species had been wiped out—

and now, Daniel had restored them all.

These revived races had already begun searching for new homes.

Some roamed the wilds, scouting for territories.

Others immediately traveled north to the human frontier,

drawn by a single purpose:

to seek the Human Emperor and Daniel,

and swear vassalage to the human race.

After all, becoming a human vassal came with lenient terms and tremendous benefits.

Many of these races were pitifully weak by modern standards,

with level caps barely reaching 100.

In the current world,

a single angel descending from the heavens could wipe them out effortlessly.

For such fragile peoples,

pledging allegiance to the humans was not just wise—

it was their only path to survival.

And so, the northern frontier of the human race,

which had once been a desolate stretch of land,

instantly became a sea of life and motion,

teeming with races from across time itself.

The Myriad Races Continent had entered a new, unprecedented era.