Reborn with Infinity Skill Points, I Enslaved All Universes Chapter 642 -642-Parting

The corridor of brilliant radiance finally reached its conclusion.

The surrounding landscape ceased its frantic backward rush. Everything became motionless, frozen in place within a colossal, turbulent abyss.

This was the fountainhead of the Time River.

The cradle where time itself was conceived.

Daniel halted his advance.

Behind him, the momentum of the other deities carried them forward several paces before they noticed Daniel had stopped. One after another, they turned back, their eyes fixed on the solitary figure standing at the dawn of time.

"We’ll stop here."

Daniel gestured, distributing the customized Seeds of the Planes to every divinity present.

"Now is the moment for you to leave."

Faer took the small seed, its casing shimmering with intricate layers of divine inscriptions. Confusion clouded his expression as he stared at Daniel.

"Leave? Lord Crossbridge... what do you mean by that?"

"These Seeds of the Planes contain all the God Rank Skills I’ve granted you," Daniel explained with a calm demeanor, as if discussing something trivial.

"They also include a complete ritual formation. When you eventually step into the Inner God realm, you’ll be able to rely on it to preserve your self-awareness."

The moment those words were uttered—

The breathing of every god present became heavy.

Their eyes burned with a mixture of reverence, astonishment, and an irrepressible longing.

"You want us to leave?" Aurelia was the first to grasp the gravity of his statement. Her voice trembled with skepticism.

"And you’ll stay here alone?"

"Aren’t we supposed to fight together?" she demanded.

Daniel offered a thin smile, his gaze sweeping across the gathered immortals.

"The battle is already over—for you, at least. What comes next is my own affair."

"You call this your own affair?!"

Luke lunged forward. Her usual poise had vanished, replaced by a raw sense of desperation.

"We’re facing a monster formed from the fusion of Knowledge Daniel and Inner God Daniel! How could you possibly fight that alone?"

"And if you stay," Daniel countered softly, "what will you actually accomplish?"

The question left them speechless.

Indeed... what could they contribute?

A mere avatar of the Inner God Daniel had nearly annihilated them. Against a nascent entity that transcended even the Inner God level—something beyond comprehension—what worth did ordinary gods possess?

"Big brother, we can help you share the burden!" Luna cried out, her voice laced with anxiety. "We’re gods too!"

But Daniel’s retort cut through them like a cold blade.

"You would only distract me. Because in the next battle, you would truly die."

Those words pierced them more deeply than any physical wound.

Luna fell silent.

She sprinted forward and gripped Daniel’s arm with all her might, shaking her head frantically. No words were spoken—none were needed.

Luke and Isabella joined her, clutching his other arm.

"We’re not leaving."

"If we go, we go together."

"Crossbridge, you cannot stay here alone."

They attempted to drag him away from the source of the Time River.

However, Daniel remained rooted to the spot.

Unshakable.

His eyes moved past the three goddesses and settled on the figure standing at the very rear.

"Kartora."

The body of the Time Goddess gave a slight shiver.

"Take them away. This final battle does not require your involvement."

Kartora’s face was a mask of inner turmoil.

She looked at Daniel, held by the three goddesses, and then at their stubborn, determined faces.

"I can’t," she whispered. "They won’t listen to me."

"You can," Daniel insisted calmly.

"You are the Goddess of Time. More than anyone else, you know exactly what their fate will be if they remain here."

He locked eyes with her.

"Tell me, Kartora. In the timelines you’ve seen—if they stay—does that path lead to survival... or death?"

The color drained from Kartora’s face.

As the mistress of time, she could peer into infinite potential futures.

And in every single branch where they stayed for the ultimate conflict—

There was only a single conclusion.

They were wiped from existence instantly by a force beyond their understanding.

Furthermore, their demise caused irreparable cracks in Daniel’s own destiny.

Their presence was no assistance.

It was a fatal liability.

Daniel read the answer written clearly in Kartora’s eyes.

"Take them forward," he commanded gently.

"Use the seeds I gave you. Grow stronger. And live."

Kartora shut her eyes tight.

When she reopened them, the doubt had vanished—replaced by the cold resolve of a deity.

She performed a deep bow toward Daniel.

"I understand."

In the following heartbeat, she struck.

A massive, invisible tide of temporal force erupted from her, instantly trapping Luna, Luke, and Isabella.

"Kartora—what are you doing?!"

Luke screamed in alarm as she found herself paralyzed, as if encased in solid amber.

Luna and Isabella were equally helpless.

They could only watch as Kartora moved toward them.

"I’m sorry," Kartora murmured, her voice thick with regret.

With a flick of her wrist, the three goddesses were pulled toward her, unable to offer any resistance.

Faer and the remaining gods watched in grim silence, their mouths opening to protest before they thought better of it.

They understood this was the only path.

The only correct choice.

"Take care, Lord Crossbridge," Faer said with gravity, bowing low.

The other gods followed his lead, offering their final respects.

Kartora did not delay.

Harnessing her divine essence, she guided the gods onward, venturing deeper into the Time River—toward the mysterious horizon that promised a new beginning.

Their silhouettes were soon swallowed by the distant light.

Silence returned to the origin of time.

Daniel stood alone.

He watched the direction they had vanished for a long moment.

Then—

He turned.

Facing the infinite, chaotic vacuum behind him, Daniel raised his palm.

A longsword forged from pure temporal essence manifested in his grip.

[Time Sword].

Daniel raised the weapon and delivered a gentle strike toward the path Kartora had carved.

There was no noise.

No flash of light.

Yet the temporal passage itself—Kartora’s creation—was severed at its very root.

The bridge was destroyed.

They would never be able to return.

And their foe would never be able to pursue.

Daniel lowered his blade, the tip resting against the void.

He stared into the churning abyss and spoke with total composure.

"Come out. I know you’re here."

As his voice echoed—

Space buckled.

Folded.

Imploded.

A single figure stepped forth.

Then ten.

A hundred.

A thousand.

Ten thousand.

One dark silhouette after another emerged from the ripples of space.

Every single one was a perfect double of Daniel.

Every single one clutched a black [Destruction Blade].

In an instant, tens of thousands of Inner God Daniels had him surrounded.

The entirety of time's origin was saturated with a brutal, murderous intent.

Daniel stood at the heart of the storm.

His expression remained unruffled.

In reality, he had long foreseen this Monolith Mask.

A faint smile touched his lips.

Then he spoke, his voice steady and clear.

"It seems the real war... is finally about to begin."

"Good."

"That gives me the perfect opportunity to test my current strength."

As he finished speaking—

In the next breath, the God of Thieves’ Dagger was triggered.

More than twenty thousand avatars manifested at once, flooding the battlefield with an overwhelming wave of divine power.

The final war had commenced.