Reborn with Infinity Skill Points, I Enslaved All Universes-Chapter 260 --The Astonished Gnome Race

BOOM!!

The Primordial Core Weapon exploded in an instant—

Not just a single detonation, but one after another in rapid succession!

The deafening blasts shook the heavens, prompting countless beings on the continent below to instinctively raise their heads and look skyward.

In the boundless firmament, a colossal fireball suddenly blossomed, its incandescent glow splitting the sky.

Then came a second... a third...

A chain reaction of fiery suns burst into existence, each surrounded by a field of terrifying, unstable energy.

Under the oppression of that immense power, even the fabric of space began to tremble and distort.

Fortunately, the detonations took place at extreme altitudes, so the shockwaves did not directly scour the land below.

If the explosions had been any lower, the very surface of the Myriad Races Continent might have been obliterated.

As the flames and shockwaves of the Primordial Core Weapon dissipated, Daniel’s gaze locked on Vinícius, the high-ranking angel before him.

Just like the last time he faced Mikael, a familiar barrier of divine energy enveloped Vinícius’ form.

But Daniel noticed a critical difference:

This time, the barrier was not invincible.

Tiny cracks had already begun to spread across its surface, like fractures in glass under unbearable pressure.

"Such a... powerful attack..."

Vinícius glanced down at his quivering protective shield, his voice carrying equal parts awe and grim acknowledgment.

Then his cold, golden eyes locked onto the human standing before him.

The moment his vision focused and he recognized Daniel’s face, Vinícius’ pupils contracted sharply.

"Daniel!"

"So, you are here after all..."

"Then there can be no doubt—you are our enemy!"

His roar echoed across the skies, and the brilliance of his six pairs of wings flared once more.

He raised his massive greatsword, its blade now blazing like a miniature sun, and pointed it directly at Daniel.

"It is because of you... you vile creature...

that we, the Angels of Gold and Silver, were barred from following Her Majesty Aurelia into the Divine Realm!"

Seeing Daniel’s face had triggered four thousand years of accumulated hatred, hatred that the angel could barely restrain.

Meanwhile, Daniel offered no words in reply.

He simply observed in silence.

At that precise moment, the air around Vinícius was disturbed by an unusual mechanical whirring, like the synchronized turning of countless gears.

Then, from all directions, silhouettes of Primordial Core Weapons appeared, surrounding the angelic powerhouse completely.

This was the Primordial Core Weapon X99 array.

"I wonder..." Daniel’s calm voice finally emerged, carrying a hint of cold amusement,

"can you withstand it this time?"

"Goodbye, little angel."

In the next heartbeat, Daniel invoked Flashback and vanished from the battlefield.

Against a Level 500 angel, he had to admit—

The opponent was terrifyingly strong.

Even the mighty Primordial Core Weapon could not guarantee a kill with a single strike.

That divine protective barrier, though cracked, was absurdly durable.

"If one blast isn’t enough," Daniel thought,

"then the only problem... is the yield."

When the yield is insufficient, compensate with numbers.

He had already prepared ninety-nine Primordial Core Weapons.

If that still didn’t work, he would simply double or triple the bombardment.

To Daniel now, these superweapons were practically disposable consumables.

He could throw as many as he wanted—

The only real concern was whether detonating too many at once might blow up the entire continent along with his enemies.

If that happened... well, that would certainly create a "memorable" incident.

Even so, Daniel hesitated only for a moment before committing.

He still held a sliver of caution, but the enemy needed to die.

High above, the countdown reached zero, and the skies erupted once more in cataclysmic brilliance.

A chain of explosions bloomed into a sea of fire, filling nearly half the visible sky.

To the resurrected veterans who had survived the first Millennial Apocalypse, the sight was horrifyingly familiar—

It was as if Apollo, the Sun himself, had gone mad all over again.

Terrifying.

Absolutely terrifying.

And as Daniel had expected, Vinícius could not survive the combined force of ninety-nine simultaneous Primordial Core Weapon detonations.

When the final fireball dispersed and the gale of destruction faded,

there was not so much as a single speck of ash left behind.

"I have to admit," Daniel mused silently,

"those Artists were insane... but the weapons they created are beyond belief."

If not for the sleepless efforts of those mad inventors,

if not for their obsession with building devices capable of world-ending destruction,

Daniel would never have had such a decisive killing tool in his arsenal.

Meanwhile, across the Interracial Communication Network,

a flood of real-time news about the ongoing Millennial Apocalypse filled every feed.

"Current situation stabilizing:

Total S-rank awakeners across all races now exceeds one billion."

"Breaking:

Number of awakeners above Level 200 surpasses two million, and is rising rapidly."

"Headline:

His Highness Daniel returns in force, delivering a fatal blow to the angelic invasion!"

The headlines scrolled endlessly, each one more surreal than the last.

As more and more resurrected individuals finished reading their Survival Guides,

they logged into the communication network—

and immediately froze in utter disbelief.

"This... this can’t be real!"

"A billion S-rank awakeners? That’s impossible!"

In their time, S-rank awakeners were the pinnacle of talent,

a rarity across every race in the world.

Even if you gathered the elites of the elves, humans, beastkin, and demons combined,

tens of thousands would have been considered an astonishing total.

Yet now, the network proudly proclaimed: One. Billion.

"This has to be fake news!"

"Then why does it have an official verification stamp...?"

"Someone, please, tell me—

what in the name of the gods happened to this world?!"

The resurrected felt like strangers in their own era.

And among all the newly revived, none were more stunned than the gnomes.

For the gnomes, technology and information networks were practically their own children.

They had designed much of the infrastructure themselves.

Worse, they had only been dead for... two days.

By all logic, nothing in the world should have changed that much.

So why—

Why did everything on the network feel completely unrecognizable?

"S-rank awakeners... one billion...?

Who the hell is writing this nonsense?"

By their calculations, across the entire Myriad Races Continent,

there had barely been tens of thousands of S-rank awakeners.

But now, the number supposedly reached a billion.

Where did they come from?

And then there was the Anygate.

A device capable of ignoring all restrictions, allowing seamless transit across realms.

Even for the brilliant gnomes, this was unthinkable technology.

How had the world advanced so far in just two short days?

Had they resurrected into an entirely different reality?

The Survival Guide provided another shock:

The Void Tower.

"A structure capable of upgrading innate talent?"

The gnomes nearly fainted.

Such a concept had never even existed in their theoretical models.

And then there were the countless new buffs and enhancements,

systems and features that had never existed in the old world.

Not to mention...

"Why in the world are people paying to enter the Abyss?"

"The Abyss is a nightmare zone—we used to avoid it like plague!"

"And now... you’re telling me it’s a ticketed attraction?!"

The gnomes’ minds spun in chaos.

They felt as though the world had abandoned them,

leaving them behind in an era that no longer wanted them.

And then came the final blow:

The reports of the terrifying monsters roaming the continent—

creatures collectively known as New Life.

The aura they radiated was so horrifying that even veteran gnome engineers trembled...

Yet the network insisted:

"These are our own.

They belong to the Myriad Races."

In that instant, the gnomes questioned reality itself.

"Did we miscalculate?

We must have died for two thousand years, not two days..."

Even the recently deceased gnomes—dead for only forty-eight hours—

already felt hopelessly out of sync with the world.

As for the ones who had been dead for centuries or millennia,

they simply could not comprehend anything they saw.

The new era was too alien.

Too fast.

Too terrifying.