Reborn with Infinity Skill Points, I Enslaved All Universes-Chapter 220 --Contamination

Inside the dark and eerie Undead Castle, Glaton wore a proud, almost smug smile on his grotesque face.

After so many years, this was the first time he had ever shown his treasured collection to a living being.

From the corner of his eye, Glaton tried to catch a glimpse of Daniel’s expression, expecting to see horror or at least despair etched across his face. After all, any reasonable person would feel dread after seeing something like this.

The poor fool. If it weren’t for Glaton’s "collection," humanity would likely possess far greater strength by now.

No matter how many times a soul is reincarnated, its innate talent does not change. This fundamental truth meant that the races of the myriad realms—especially humanity—could have been far more powerful than they currently were. Heroes could have risen again and again, growing stronger with each rebirth.

But because Glaton had intercepted and imprisoned these souls, because he had selfishly locked them away for his personal enjoyment, the power of the myriad races had been greatly diminished. The long arc of progress had been forcibly interrupted.

If humanity ever learned of this cruel reality, wouldn’t they be driven to utter despair?

Turning his massive head, Glaton opened countless secondary eyes across his bloated and decaying form. All of them focused on Daniel.

He stared intently, eager to capture the flicker of shock, the twitch of a frown, any change in expression. He wanted to see the moment Daniel broke.

But to his confusion and dismay, Daniel’s expression didn’t change in the slightest.

From beginning to end, Daniel’s face remained calm—serene even. He looked on with the cold detachment of a bystander, as though none of this concerned him, as though the imprisoned souls weren’t once his kin or predecessors.

"Oh, my friend," Glaton said, his voice oozing sarcasm. "Don’t you feel anything for these poor wretches?"

"They are in pain, writhing in torment, struggling in vain. And you... you show not the slightest reaction? But they are your kind, your ancestors, the great warriors of the human race!"

"My dear friend, are you truly made of stone? Do you have no heart at all?"

Faced with Glaton’s barrage of emotional manipulation, Daniel simply let out a soft sigh.

"It’s... regrettable, in a way," he said, voice calm. "But for humanity, there is only one path—to keep growing stronger, no matter the cost."

"As for those who came before... I pity what they’ve endured."

As he finished speaking, a dagger suddenly appeared in Daniel’s hand.

[Mind Hunt]—a soul-bound weapon—gleamed with a pale, ghostly light as it fused to the blade.

Without the slightest hesitation, Daniel stabbed the dagger straight into Glaton’s side. His tone remained casual, as if he were simply continuing a conversation.

"Pity alone doesn’t help anyone. I prefer action. And lucky for you, it’s not too late."

[Glaton: SAN value decreased by 0.1%]

"Wha—what are you doing, my friend?" Glaton stammered, caught off guard by the sudden assault.

He genuinely could not comprehend why Daniel had suddenly attacked him. There had been no warning signs, no aggression in his tone, nothing.

Of course, Daniel had no intention of explaining himself.

Glaton frowned and glanced down at the dagger embedded in his grotesque flesh. Compared to his immense body, the weapon seemed utterly insignificant. It hadn’t even managed to pierce his thick hide.

The whole thing struck him as laughable.

"My friend, you don’t really think that little toothpick can hurt me, do you?"

"Your attack is like a mosquito bite. No matter how strong you get, it’s meaningless."

"Let me tell you something: This world is eternal. The Undead Lands are unkillable and undying. All souls are immortal... and that includes me."

Daniel nodded nonchalantly, still strolling casually through the castle.

"I’m well aware," he replied.

In truth, Daniel had already noticed something unusual the moment he arrived in the Undead Lands—none of the ghosts or spirits here had visible HP bars.

It was one of this realm’s strange rules. No health, no death.

A subtle smile crept onto Daniel’s face—playful, almost mocking.

"You’re right, Glaton. You can’t die," he said. "But... have you checked your own status lately?"

Startled by Daniel’s words, Glaton suddenly had a very bad feeling.

He immediately activated a soul-detection spell and pulled up his own status window.

And when his eyes landed on the SAN value, his grotesque expression twisted into one of horror.

[SAN Value Decrease: 0.1%]

[Status: Contamination — SAN value decreases by 0.1% per day]

The number 0.1% didn’t seem that large on its own—almost negligible, really. But Glaton knew what happened when SAN value dropped. The effects of mental corruption were devastating. Even a slight dip could spiral into madness.

"You—" Glaton growled, trembling. "What the hell did you do?!"

Daniel smiled, unbothered.

"I didn’t do anything," he said lightly.

Before Glaton could respond, Daniel stabbed him again.

And again.

Each strike chipped away another 0.1% of his SAN value.

[SAN value decreased by 0.1%]

[SAN value decreased by 0.1%]

...

Glaton’s face contorted as he watched the contamination stack. His SAN was actively deteriorating.

"Damn you, Daniel! You want to die?! In this plane, I cannot be killed!"

But there was nothing he could actually do about it.

Daniel, like Glaton, was in a soul state while in the Undead Lands. And in this place, souls could not die.

The irony was almost too much.

In fact, Daniel was now so powerful that not even a demigod could confidently defeat him—only a true god could pose a threat.

And Glaton was not a god.

Daniel, for his part, ignored the furious yelling and kept stabbing.

Within moments, Glaton’s SAN had dropped a full 2%.

The contamination effect evolved. Now, instead of losing 0.1% daily, Glaton’s SAN was decreasing by 0.5% per day.

In other words, in just 196 days, Glaton would lose all reason—becoming a raving lunatic. Even in soul form, madness would consume him.

For Glaton, a being that had existed for thousands of years, 200 days was a blink of an eye.

In a panic, he immediately cast every purification spell he had at himself—dozens of cleansing and restoring incantations.

But they did nothing.

The [Contamination] status remained.

Only a true god could remove a corruption of this kind. A demigod like Glaton didn’t stand a chance.

"Daniel... what do you want!?" he bellowed.

His only answer came in the form of another stab.

"Still talking?"

Enraged beyond reason, Glaton finally snapped and launched a brutal counterattack.

[Soul Boom]—a soul-shattering technique.

In an instant, a massive explosion of energy tore through the castle, reducing everything to ash and rubble. Even nearby wandering spirits trembled and fled in fear at the shockwave. freewebnσvel.cøm

But the attack was useless.

The moment Glaton struck, Daniel’s soul had already vanished.

Elsewhere—in the Soulstone Mines...

Kafka was focused entirely on digging through the rocks, searching for Soul Stones.

Behind him, Daniel stood silently—though his figure was shimmering slightly, as if flickering in and out of reality.

Noticing the strange distortion, Kafka turned around in concern.

"My friend, are you alright? You look... unstable. Are you sick?"

"Soul Blink is a dangerous sign. Should I take you to a doctor?"

Daniel shook his head calmly and answered, "No need to worry. Let’s just focus on collecting Soul Stones."

No sooner had he spoken than his figure vanished again, disappearing on the spot.

Kafka stared at the space he’d just occupied, dumbfounded.

"That Soul Blink is serious, man... You really should see a doctor."