CHAPTER 295: CHAPTER295-TOWER OF RESHAPING

Daniel knew very well—

the gap between himself and a god was still vast.

But that didn’t mean he would stop trying to stack as many layers of protection around himself as possible.

The [Light Avoidance Spell] was one such safeguard, and it had another benefit: it was one of the main components needed to synthesize the God Rank Skill [Dark Space].

For his final material choice, Daniel fell silent for a long moment, weighing the options. Eventually, his gaze settled on [Eye of Fate], and he made his decision.

The reasoning was simple. Like the other two, Eye of Fate was not an offensive ability.

Its purpose was far subtler—it could strip away unnecessary noise and interference, allowing the user to perceive the core threads of destiny.

The term "see" here wasn’t literal. It wasn’t about opening some mystical eye and gazing upon the future—it was pure intuition, an instinct sharpened to the point of guiding one directly toward the mainline of fate itself.

After the events where he had rescued Milla, Daniel’s faith in his own intuition had only grown stronger.

But he couldn’t entirely shake the words Kate had once told him—that in the end, he would die because of that same intuition.

The difference between them, though, was that Daniel possessed Time Stream. If his intuition ever led him to disaster, he had the means to rewind and try again.

With all three materials chosen, Daniel didn’t waste any time. He opened a direct communication link to Milla.

They had long since been marked as friends, so as long as they weren’t on separate planes, contacting each other was no issue.

"Milla," Daniel said, "tell me more about this continent."

"I’m in Winterhold Castle—you shouldn’t have trouble finding me."

The last time they had started this conversation, Aurelia’s attack had cut them off mid-discussion.

Now that things were quieter, Daniel was determined to uncover just what kind of secrets lay hidden across the world of the myriad races.

In the Divine Realm—

With the Emperor of Angels and all seven Archangels slain, the Divine Realm now stood without a master.

As the final victor of this war, Daniel was entitled—without question—to all spoils.

The power of a god was unlike anything else, something beyond all prior comparison.

This battle had nearly cost Daniel his life, but for all the risk and danger, the rewards were more than worth it.

With that thought, he invoked the Gift of the Veiled Goddess, reshaping his form into that of the Emperor of Angels.

Using the Emperor’s authority, he deactivated every last protective measure in the Divine Realm.

As the barriers came down, the remaining angels lost their final shield.

Waiting outside, stellar-class beings roared in triumph and surged into the realm like a flood.

The angels left were mostly low-level by comparison—few above level 300.

Every high-tier angel had already perished in the previous battle.

Against the incoming stellar predators, the survivors had no chance to resist.

The proud warriors of heaven became prey—panicked, scattered, fleeing blindly.

On the battlefield, the only angelic voices were screams.

Then, a ripple spread across the world’s communication network:

[World Announcement from the Emperor of the Myriad Races]

"All awakeners of every race may now enter the Divine Realm through the Anygate in the northern human frontier. Recover spoils from within, and you will be rewarded."

Another followed immediately:

[World Announcement from the Emperor of the Myriad Races]

"The Tower of Reshaping has been established outside Winterhold Castle. There, you may undertake historical Star Upgrade Quests."

Now that Daniel held the highest authority among all races, he could broadcast such declarations to the world at will.

His reasoning for inviting awakeners into the Divine Realm was straightforward—maximize the recovery of useful resources.

The Angels of Gold and Silver were a high race, and their stores of wealth and material were nothing short of immense. For the myriad races, these were treasures beyond measure.

If he let the awakeners loose inside, they would scour every inch far more thoroughly than he could manage alone.

The moment the announcements hit, the network exploded.

"My gods—is this real? We can really get up there?"

"Wait, does this mean we get to raid the angels’ home turf?!"

"What are we waiting for? If the angels are that strong, their territory must be overflowing with treasures."

"Move! If you’re late, everything worth taking will be gone."

"I’m actually more curious about the Tower of Reshaping..."

As the fighting wound down, the air was thick with announcements—most of them good news.

The Tower of Reshaping, newly risen in the northern human frontier, was already drawing stares. Its sheer size and imposing silhouette set it apart immediately, exuding an aura that whispered of impossible power.

It reminded many of the Void Tower’s sudden appearance—one moment, there was nothing; the next, an immense structure dominated the skyline.

Soon, large groups of awakeners began passing through the Anygate and stepping into the Divine Realm.

What they saw there defied belief.

Before them, towering stellar beasts and monstrous Abyssal Summons toyed with angels like cats playing with mice.

The sight was... unsettling.

The contrast was too sharp to ignore.

These were the same Angels of Gold and Silver who had once descended with impossible arrogance, their every glance dripping with disdain for the "lower" races. They had carried themselves like rulers of the universe.

And now?

They were being chased like stray dogs.

To the awakeners who had just arrived, the angels’ behavior was almost surreal.

The moment some of the battered, winged beings caught sight of humans or members of other myriad races, their eyes lit up—not with hatred, but with desperate hope.

They flew toward them, collapsed to their knees, and kissed the very ground at their feet.

"Great human master, I beg you—save me!"

"You must be a subject of Lord Daniel—please, grant me mercy!"

The awakeners stood frozen, stunned.

By all rights, these angels—most well over level 200—were far stronger than they were.

And yet here they were, groveling.

What in the world had happened here in the Divine Realm?

The answer began to appear behind the angels—a mass of towering figures, their presence radiating lethal intent.

Prisoners.

The moment the awakeners felt their killing aura, their hands twitched toward weapons. Tension thickened in the air.

Were these monsters going to attack them?

But then, unexpectedly, the prisoners’ expressions softened into warm, almost welcoming smiles.

"You’re Daniel’s people, right?" one asked.

"Not bad—good talent. Level’s too low, though. Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you."

"Anyone who belongs to Lord Daniel... is one of us."

The speaker turned and, without warning, lashed a nearby angel with a whip. The winged captive screamed.

The prisoner looked back over his shoulder at the stunned awakeners.

"You want to try?" he asked casually.

"These angels shed feathers when you whip them. Hah!"