Reborn with Infinity Skill Points, I Enslaved All Universes
Chapter 127 -127-It’s Terrifying

Chapter 127: Chapter127-It’s Terrifying

The Emperor of the Abyss, Malkar, displayed immense generosity when Daniel made his request. Twisting his massive vine-like limbs, he reached out with an aura of calm benevolence.

"My friend, state the materials you require," he said, his voice resonating like growing roots deep in the abyssal earth.

Daniel didn’t hesitate. With a swift gesture, he produced a neatly formatted requisition list on a shimmering projection of mana:

"I need 300 units of Abyss Dark Blood Stone, 200,000 units of Fallen Souls, several Abyss Heart units at Tier 20 or above, and ..." Daniel continued listing rare materials.

As Malkar listened, the motion of his vines gradually slowed, his expression shifting subtly. Beneath the stern veneer, there was astonishment—perhaps even the hint of dread.

"Human," Malkar finally answered, his deep voice resonating with authority. "You do not understand the gravity of your request. These materials are rare even within the Abyss. The Abyss Dark Blood Stone—you ask for 300 of them. Yet such a stone only forms once every century, and even I must expend great effort to extract a single one. They are part of my personal store," he clarified, voice taut with emphasis.

His words held solemn gravity. The Abyss Dark Blood Stone lay buried in the deepest, most inhospitable regions of the Abyss—areas so frigid and hostile that only the mightiest of Abyssal kings could reach them. Even most other Kings of the Abyss lacked that capability.

Malkar himself had collected them across millennia—he was easily over 30,000 years old.

To fulfill Daniel’s demand of 300 units—and allow Daniel to replicate them with his God of Thieves’ Dagger—would empty centuries of Malkar’s personal hoard. To say it was an unreasonable request would be an understatement.

For the Abyss Emperor, it might feel like watching a tsunami sweep away everything he had spent 40,000 years building.

At that moment, the usually impassive Malkar’s vines trembled, as though his very roots convulsed with distress. Then came a thought that filled him with horror: And this is only the first item on his list. The rest are no less difficult.

Meanwhile, Daniel had already used his [Eye of Insight] to confirm Malkar’s claims—they were accurate. The materials he needed were genuinely unattainable by anyone else in the Abyss.

Daniel feigned innocence, blinking wide-eyed at the revelation:

"Your Majesty," he replied softly, "I had no idea these were so precious. But I really need them... would you consider granting them to me?"

He paused, adopting an expression of harmless innocence mixed with gentle pleading.

Malkar barely held back his exasperation—an existential dread at the outrageous request:

"How could I possibly give these to you?" he thought. What is this human even thinking?

But Malkar maintained composure in public, speaking aloud:

"Human friend, you must choose another proposal. These items are too valuable—even for the Abyss, they are beyond our capacity to spare."

Daniel listened quietly, his mind racing. Instantly he realized that one of his God Rank Skill goals—[Gift of the Veiled Goddess]—required 4,000 Abyss Dark Blood Stones. Four thousand pieces. That would represent 400,000 years of collection time for Malkar himself. In other words, it was impossible.

The stuff of legend.

Without the God of Thieves’ Dagger to replicate them, even dreaming of crafting that skill would be hopeless. Now, faced with Malkar’s curt refusal, Daniel reflected: indeed, this path would be a dead end.

After a moment of thought, Daniel tried to negotiate again—this time with more subtlety.

"Then what if I borrowed only 200 units?" he asked, deliberately emphasizing the word "borrow." "I promise—I will not use them permanently. I just need to make copies. And I will return them."

He looked up with pleading sincerity.

Malkar’s vines twitched—no human dared request what he had requested. Yet... the word "borrow" painted a different picture.

"Borrow?" he echoed at length. "You assure me you will not use the Stones? Tell me—why do you ask to borrow them?"

Ceremony ended, Malkar revealed the aloof suspicion beneath his surface calm:

"If you were to give them away, they would be lost forever," he thought bleakly. I’m giving that away?!?!

But outwardly, he said simply:

"Let me think."

Daniel stood still, his composure measured.

Minutes passed.

Finally, Malkar spoke again:

"I may lend them... but under one condition," he said ominously: "you must swear an oath straight from your soul and form a contract binding you. Failure to return the materials exactly as borrowed will bind your life to the Abyss itself."

With that, Malkar turned to Sarko:

"Sarko," he said with authority, "you are well-versed in contracts. You will serve as the witness to this bond. Do you accept?"

Sarko nodded vigorously, face pale but resolved.

"Of course, Your Majesty. I will oversee this contract with fairness and transparency."

Malkar nodded.

"As for the Fallen Souls and Abyss Hearts—you can gather those yourself after ascending to the rank of King of the Abyss."

He paused and looked back at Daniel.

"But as for anything else," he said, voice solemn, "I have no more. I have given all I can."

In that statement lay the full weight of his sacrifice—an admission that he had reached his limit for this fragile, ephemeral human.

Yet he could not ignore Daniel’s strength. He had killed a King of the Abyss, claimed his territory, and walked away victorious. Surely that gave him some rights—even if it demanded a price.

Now, in this moment of uneasy generosity, Malkar offered Daniel the greatest gift any Abyss ruler could bestow: a covenant and a testament of trust.

As he finalized the offer, he spoke clearly:

"If you accept these terms, you may become the first foreign King of the Abyss."

He allowed a brief pause.

"Of course, you may refuse. If you choose to depart, we will allow you to leave unopposed."

He ended on a hard, watchful note.

Daniel’s gaze remained steady. No hesitation, no doubt in his eyes.

"Very well. Let us proceed," he said quietly—but firmly.

"These things... they’re no problem to me."