Within the shattered remains of Backworld, violent void currents raged without restraint.

Fragments of broken space drifted like debris in a cosmic storm, colliding, dissolving, and reforming in an endless cycle of destruction. Spatial laws had long since collapsed, and even time itself felt unstable, stretched thin like a fraying thread.

Suddenly, a fissure tore open in the void without warning.

From within it, Daniel stepped forward.

His figure emerged calmly, as though he were merely walking out of an ordinary doorway rather than ruptured spacetime itself. He paused for a brief moment and glanced back at the chaotic expanse behind him—the collapsing Backworld, now nothing more than a broken husk drifting toward annihilation.

With a casual wave of his hand, Daniel stabilized the surrounding space.

A luminous, perfectly formed teleportation gate unfolded in midair, its structure precise and unshakable, forcibly imposing order upon the surrounding void.

"Let's go."

His voice was not loud, yet it carried absolute authority. It traveled effortlessly through distorted space and entered the ears of every god present, bypassing distance, turbulence, and interference alike.

"Bring them all."

Daniel issued the command to his avatars.

The avatars nodded simultaneously, their movements crisp and efficient. Without hesitation, they dispersed and began escorting the gods—those who were still reeling from shock or weakened by recent events—toward the teleportation gate, one by one.

Faer.

Aurelia.

Luke.

These beings, once exalted high above all others, worshipped and feared across countless worlds, now offered no resistance.

They entered the gate obediently, almost numbly.

What they had just witnessed defied comprehension.

The terrifying Inner God Daniel had annihilated the entirety of Backworld in a single, incomprehensible instant. A world that had existed beyond conventional dimensions—erased, as though it had never existed at all.

Even for them, gods who had lived for eons and seen the rise and fall of civilizations, such power was utterly beyond imagination.

Too fast.

Too overwhelming.

Too much information.

Their thoughts lagged behind reality itself, unable to process what had occurred.

When the final god passed through the gate, Daniel followed. He stepped forward calmly, and the teleportation gate collapsed behind him, vanishing without a trace.

They emerged within a tunnel composed entirely of radiant light.

Brilliant streams of color rushed past them in reverse, flowing backward at impossible speed, as though the group were traveling against the river of time itself, heading toward a distant, unreachable past.

The gods gazed at Daniel's back in silence.

No one spoke.

What had just happened had shattered their understanding of the world.

They were not fools. After everything they had experienced, they had already pieced together many truths. Yet one question remained unanswered in their minds.

Why had Inner God Daniel suddenly retreated?

And where was this Daniel—this new Daniel—taking them?

After a long stretch of silence, Faer finally broke it.

He looked at Daniel, his expression conflicted, his voice cautious.

"…Have you become a god as well?"

Faer could feel it.

Daniel's aura had changed completely.

It was no longer merely overwhelming—it resonated with a power that belonged to the same realm as their own. A divine-level fluctuation, unmistakable and undeniable.

Daniel turned around and looked at him calmly.

"Yes."

There was no hesitation in his answer. No attempt at concealment.

As his words fell, an invisible pressure expanded outward, filling the tunnel. Every god present felt it immediately—a suffocating, instinctive sense of suppression.

Faer's pupils contracted.

Daniel's divine presence was not merely stable—it was deeper than theirs.

Deeper than gods who had reigned for untold ages.

When had he broken through?

That question burned in Faer's mind, but he did not voice it.

Daniel paid no attention to their reactions. His focus shifted inward.

Before his eyes, text appeared—visible only to him.

[Divine Authority Updated]

[Divine Authority I – Infinite Grant]

You may grant your own God Rank Skills to any individual without limitation.

[Divine Authority II – Ruin of the Gods]

The effect of Ruin of the Gods has been enhanced. Current power: ten times the original effect.

[Divine Authority III – God Core]

You may consume the soul of a god to obtain a Divine Core, which can be used as a substitute for the core material of a God Rank Skill.

[Divine Authority IV – Infinite Guard]

You may absorb mind power from any existence and restore it freely at will.

Daniel stared at the four newly awakened Divine Authorities.

At last, the heavy stone weighing on his heart settled.

By stepping into the realm of gods, his power had undergone yet another qualitative transformation.

He could not yet determine the true upper limit of his current strength—but one thing was certain.

Faer, and gods like him, were no longer his equals.

Perhaps… it was time to find an opponent worthy enough to test this power.

At that very moment—

Violent spatial fluctuations erupted behind them.

Rip—!

A black sword light tore through the tunnel of light, cleaving space and time apart and ripping open a massive breach.

Chaotic void energy poured in like a flood, causing the luminous tunnel to tremble violently, its structure on the verge of collapse.

A figure burst through the rupture.

It was Inner God Daniel.

However, he was no longer the terrifying existence they had seen before.

His appearance was disheveled, his aura unstable. The savage, domineering presence that once surrounded him had weakened significantly, replaced by a twisted blend of deprivation, madness, and desperation.

"The strongest Daniel!"

Inner God Daniel roared upon seeing the group ahead of him. His voice was thick with hatred and resentment.

He had been schemed against.

That insidious bastard—Knowledge Daniel—had calculated everything from the very beginning.

Not only had his ascension been interrupted, but more than half of the divine power he had just obtained had been forcibly stripped away.

Tracking the residual traces of spatial distortion Daniel had left behind, he had pursued them relentlessly to this place.

"Once I devour you, everything I've lost will return to me!"

Inner God Daniel raised the [Destruction Blade] in his hand and slashed forward.

A black sword light surged forth once more.

Wherever it passed, the tunnel of light shattered inch by inch, unable to withstand its destructive force.

Faced with an attack capable of erasing worlds—

Daniel merely lifted his eyelids.

He extended a single finger and gently tapped forward.

There was no deafening explosion.

No violent collision of energies.

The black sword light froze at the instant it touched Daniel's fingertip.

As if time itself had been paused.

Then—

It began to reverse.

Yes. Reverse.

The devastating sword light surged backward along its original path, moving even faster than before, streaking straight toward Inner God Daniel.

"What…?"

The madness on Inner God Daniel's face froze.

He could not comprehend what he was seeing.

He tried to dodge.

But his body refused to respond.

The sword light had already locked onto his existence.

Pfft!

The black sword light pierced straight through his chest.

Inner God Daniel's body shuddered violently.

He looked down at the gaping hole in his chest, disbelief flooding his eyes.

"This… is impossible…"

His power—had been crushed so effortlessly?

Daniel watched him, a faint frown forming on his brow.

"Too weak. This shouldn't be the case."

Inner God Daniel's performance was far below his expectations.

According to Knowledge Daniel's plan, once Inner God Daniel devoured the original body and ascended, he should have stepped fully into godhood—perhaps even touching the threshold of the Inner God realm.

Such an existence should have been terrifying beyond measure.

He should have been Daniel's strongest opponent.

Yet now…

He was pitifully weak.

"You… what did you do to me?"

Inner God Daniel clutched his chest, his body swaying precariously in the void.

"Not me."

Daniel shook his head, his gaze complicated.

"It was Knowledge Daniel. Your power has already been taken by him. And… you are nothing more than a clone."

Daniel could clearly sense it.

The power within Inner God Daniel was severely incomplete—as though it had been forcibly siphoned away by some unknown method.

It seemed that, without his knowledge, a battle had already taken place between the other two versions of himself.

And the victor…

Was Knowledge Daniel.

That scheming, treacherous existence truly had never harbored good intentions.

Inner God Daniel had likely become nothing more than a stepping stone—a sacrificial offering.

Yet for some reason, this clone still retained its consciousness.

Strange.

Very strange.

Daniel narrowed his eyes slightly.

It seemed he would need to find an opportunity to test Inner God Daniel further.

Perhaps… he could extract some valuable information from his mouth.

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