While he hesitated, Isabella continued in a softer voice.

"Don't worry," she said. "I'm not trying to seduce you."

"When we first met, I was a mess—a shadow of myself. I just want you to see me now, as I truly am."

Her tone wavered slightly, betraying a flicker of genuine emotion.

"I want you to see what I look like when I'm finally unsealed."

Daniel fell silent.

He closed his eyes for a moment and activated Mental Deduction, letting countless possibilities spin through his mind at lightning speed.

When the calculations ended, he slowly opened his eyes.

"...Fine," he said quietly. "I'll allow it."

At that moment, Kartora—who had been standing close by—suddenly tightened her grip on Daniel's arm.

Her expression was tense, her voice urgent.

"Lord Crossbridge, please don't agree to her terms!" she pleaded.

"Even if Kalbira ascends to Demigod Rank, then so be it—I'll ascend too if I must!"

Her gaze softened with guilt. "This is all my fault. My calculations were off. I never meant to cause you this much trouble."

But Daniel only shook his head, his expression calm yet resolute.

"Actually… there's another way."

He extended his hand slowly, palm facing upward.

"We can end all of this—completely."

As he spoke, a faint golden light began to shimmer around him.

The air itself warped, vibrating with the resonance of countless overlapping dimensions.

In the blink of an eye, the Infinity Domain expanded—unfurling like a vast, radiant tapestry across the entire realm.

The atmosphere trembled, reality itself bending beneath Daniel's command.

The boundaries between space, time, and consciousness began to blur.

It was a silent proclamation of dominance—one that transcended godhood, one that no mere Demigod could hope to resist.

The final act was about to begin.

Daniel made his move!

But his target wasn't Kalbira.

Although he had yet to reach the Fake God rank, defeating several of the ancient god faction's Fake Gods wasn't a difficult task for him.

What truly mattered was that Daniel possessed a God Rank Skill capable of digging up the ancestral graves of the ancient gods themselves—

the Tree of Faith.

Once the Tree of Faith was activated, all gods belonging to the ancient pantheon would inevitably be influenced by it to varying degrees.

That influence, subtle but unstoppable, would collectively weaken Kalbira's divine strength.

Although the Tree of Faith could not yet instantly transform the flow of divine belief, even the slightest shake in the foundation of faith was already enough.

And Daniel was confident—once the Tree of Faith appeared, Kalbira's power would be drastically reduced.

The next instant, a vast and majestic Tree of Faith manifested in the world.

Almost simultaneously, the image of the Infinity God Crossbridge appeared within the minds of every ancient Fake God.

Though they still worshiped Kalbira, their faith wavered.

The silhouette of Infinity God Crossbridge became an indelible presence within their hearts.

As their conviction faltered, the flow of divine faith feeding Kalbira also diminished sharply.

At that moment, Daniel's mind power echoed directly into Kartora's consciousness.

"Kartora, focus carefully—feel everything."

Kartora trusted Daniel completely. Without hesitation, she followed his instruction.

Then Daniel opened a portal—

and released Isabella.

When Isabella stepped into the world once more, her beauty dimmed heaven and earth alike.

Her appearance alone drew every gaze in existence.

In that instant, she became the center of the universe.

She inhaled greedily, savoring the air, before wrinkling her nose with faint displeasure.

"The air here isn't particularly pleasant…"

"But even so, I'll forgive you all."

"Now—turn your eyes to me."

The words had barely left her lips when the Fake Gods, almost involuntarily, obeyed.

Their gazes converged upon her like moths to divine flame.

For these ancient Fake Gods—already weakened and facing a Demigod-ranked enchantress—resistance was impossible.

Even creatures roaming the wilderness, mindless beasts moved only by instinct, raised their heads toward her with burning fascination.

At that moment, Isabella's true power revealed itself completely.

"Now—every one of you… kneel before me!"

She didn't shout.

The command wasn't carried by sound or mind power—it was pure charm, emanating directly from her being.

And under that irresistible compulsion, nearly every living thing across the Land of Origin fell to its knees.

In that instant, Isabella became their eternal and only goddess.

Even the Fake Gods could not resist.

Affected by the Tree of Faith, their defenses were shattered; before Isabella's seduction, they had no power left to fight back.

Isabella, however, looked utterly calm—almost bored.

She smiled faintly, gazing down at the trembling multitudes beneath her.

"Die for me. It shall be the highest honor of your lives."

As her command rippled across the world, the charm woven into her voice ignited every soul it touched.

The next moment, the entire continent of origin erupted in frenzied cries.

"To die for you—our greatest glory!"

"Glory! Glory!"

Driven by their blind devotion, countless beings began offering their lives as sacrifices.

In the blink of an eye, rivers of blood flowed across the land.

Life after life extinguished itself in horrifying worship.

And throughout it all, Isabella merely stood there—

utterly serene, having spoken only a few words—

while innumerable creatures perished by their own will in her name.

Even Kalbira, watching from afar, found her gaze burning with uncontrollable desire.

Though she herself was female, she could not suppress the urge to claim Isabella—

to possess her, or at least to serve her.

The temptation throbbed so fiercely it nearly consumed her mind.

But Kalbira was still a Fake God of the Time Domain.

After a brief flare of madness, she forced herself to calm down,

freezing her own timeline back to the moment before Isabella's arrival.

Yet even then—

no matter how she rewound or sealed her memories—

Isabella's image remained seared into her consciousness, an eternal mark she could not erase.

What a terrifying existence…!

Kalbira's lips twitched.

She could feel her faith system collapsing, irreversibly.

Her believers—her entire cult of faith—were abandoning her in droves.

Even worse, many of her own Fake God–level followers were slipping into self-destruction, unable to resist the goddess's charm.

All of this—this cataclysm of devotion and ruin—had come from a single command.

Isabella was too terrifying.

Kalbira's expression turned grim.

Even her own Demigod subordinate standing beside her was succumbing.

Before her eyes, the Demigod raised his hand—

and snapped his own neck.

Although a Demigod could not die from such an act, the meaning was clear:

he was attempting to free himself from Isabella's control, no matter the cost.

Yet even then, only three seconds later, the compulsion overwhelmed him again.

With a roar of rage and despair, he conjured countless blades—

and turned them upon his own head.

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