Reborn with Infinity Skill Points, I Enslaved All Universes
Chapter 72 -72-Blood of God

Chapter 72: Chapter72-Blood of God

Over 200,000 damage—while such a number was nothing to Daniel at his current stage, he couldn’t help but imagine the devastation it would wreak on others.

Just think about it: if an ordinary Awakener had stumbled into this trap—even a level-100 one—without a tank-type talent focused on HP enhancement, they would have been obliterated instantly.

And what’s more frightening? That 200,000 figure wasn’t even the raw number—it had already been reduced by Daniel’s damage mitigation effects.

Without those buffs, the full force of the trap might have dealt double the damage—an astronomical 400,000!

Even high-level glass-cannon Awakeners, despite being level 100, rarely had over 100,000 HP. There was simply no way they could survive such an impact.

Daniel stood silently at the point of impact. He didn’t rush ahead recklessly. Instead, he waited patiently for his Shield Points to regenerate fully before activating a skill he had rarely used—[Dance of Death].

Under the protection of this skill, even fatal damage could be avoided. It was the perfect insurance policy in a place like this.

Daniel was never one to act carelessly. In dungeons this dangerous, even a moment’s lapse could mean death.

Step by step, he pressed forward.

Each footfall triggered a new kind of trap, from poison-tipped needles and collapsing floors to erupting flames and silent curses. The diversity of threats was staggering.

Yet Daniel remained unfazed.

He proceeded with methodical precision, only moving forward after his Shield Points were fully replenished each time. Thanks to this strategy, the terrifying traps failed to do him any real harm. They looked impressive—but proved ineffective.

So Daniel, with almost mechanical calmness, advanced forward—almost as if he were walking on a minefield deliberately.

Minutes passed.

Eventually, he arrived at his destination—a massive pool of blood that shimmered with an eerie, otherworldly glow.

The moment he reached the edge, a translucent message box appeared before his eyes.

[Blood of God]

Level: ???

Description: Blood left behind by an unknown god, seemingly shed during a grievous injury.

Effect 1: The blood of gods often carries immense vitality. It is an irreplaceable ingredient for crafting resurrection-type items.

Effect 2: When you borrow the power of a god, the god also invades you. Excessive use of Blood of God may lead to horrifying consequences.

Almost immediately after the message appeared, another system prompt followed:

[Detected extractable material. Would you like to extract it now?]

Extractable material? Could it be referring to this entire pool?

Daniel’s eyes narrowed.

There was no way he’d let something this valuable slip away.

Without hesitation, he selected [Extract].

A brilliant light engulfed the pool.

A moment later, his inventory shimmered—and ten drops of Blood of God materialized inside.

And then—something shocking occurred.

Before his very eyes, the vast pool began to drain at an astonishing rate.

The once-deep reservoir of divine blood vanished, leaving behind only a faint reddish smear at the bottom.

From this new vantage point, Daniel could clearly see the truth: what had appeared to be a vast blood pool was merely a diluted mixture. The true divine essence had only ever been those ten precious drops.

But to Daniel, the real value wasn’t in the mystery or the aesthetics—it was in the resurrection effect.

Even after all his years of study at the Royal Academy, with access to the greatest repositories of magical knowledge, he had never encountered any item capable of resurrecting the dead.

That made this substance priceless.

After confirming there were no further threats in the vicinity, and no hidden treasures left to find, Daniel calmly activated a Town Portal Scroll and returned to Castle Mington.

Far away...

In the heart of a secluded valley—one long forgotten by maps or mortals—an ancient god stirred.

Kalthor.

Once a god of immense might.

But after a traitor’s ambush, his body had been shattered, his power siphoned, and his divine essence scattered across the world.

Though grievously wounded and in an eternal slumber, his will endured. His lifeforce clung on with a stubborn tenacity befitting a god.

Suddenly, his eyes snapped open.

In the depth of that remote valley, he turned his gaze eastward, sensing a ripple—an anomaly.

"Someone has stolen my blood... Who dares?"

For over a millennium, Kalthor had painstakingly orchestrated the recruitment of a vast network of The Favored—his elite mortal followers—tasked with locating and recovering his lost blood. Every drop was essential for his return.

Just three days ago, after centuries of searching, his Favored had finally succeeded.

They had collected ten drops of Blood of God—enough to perform a grand resurrection ritual at the next full moon.

But at the ritual’s most critical moment... the blood vanished.

Stolen.

The Favored were slain. But Kalthor didn’t care for them. To him, they were mere ants—expendable pawns with no inherent worth.

What mattered was the stolen blood. That divine essence was irreplaceable.

With a snarl, Kalthor unleashed what remained of his power, reaching out through the threads of fate to identify the thief.

But his efforts were thwarted.

Even with his godly perception, he could not detect the intruder’s presence.

The realization struck him like thunder.

"Even I... can’t find him?"

Among all the races of the world, only the true elite could achieve such concealment.

"Could it be one of the old human monsters who discovered my plan...?"

Back in Castle Mington, the moment Daniel stepped through the portal, he sensed it—a faint ripple brushing against his existence.

A divine probe.

Daniel’s eyes narrowed.

Fortunately, God Rank Skill [Mist] automatically activated, shrouding his presence and erasing all traces.

Kalthor had sensed something—but found nothing. His search ended in silence.

Still, the event made Daniel more cautious.

"So this Blood of God really is a big deal. No wonder even a god personally came looking."

He clenched his fists slightly, his expression unreadable.

In this world, gods were not inherently good or evil. Just like Demon Lords, their alignment varied—and none could be fully trusted.

Most races treated both gods and demon lords with suspicion.

Their Favored were universally despised, often seen as public enemies across the realms. So Daniel didn’t feel any guilt about stealing the divine blood. If anything, he saw it as a boon for humanity.

Still, a deeper worry lingered in his mind.

He was now treading into the territory of truly powerful beings—ones far beyond the reach of normal Awakeners.

His HP, though towering compared to his peers, was far from enough in such a game.

If another world-ending entity like the Terra Fortress appeared, would he survive?

"I need more HP."

"A ridiculous amount of it."

Theoretically, if one had enough HP, death would become a non-issue. If you died, it simply meant your HP hadn’t been high enough.

That said, Daniel had no intention of fixating on HP-stacking just yet. That could be done along the way while grinding monsters. No need to go out of his way for it.

His current priority was crystal clear—head to the Star Upgrade Hall and begin the second phase of his Star Upgrade Quest.

Upon accepting the mission, the system instantly distributed its rewards.

Daniel scanned through them swiftly.

He skipped over the AoE and offense-based skills, instead locking in on two exceptional God Rank Skills: [Flashback] and [Transport].

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