Reborn with Infinite System Points, I Gathered All SSS Classes!

As soon as his words fell, the insect sea giant swung its fist toward John.

A fist with the strength of Level 400 Grade 8 was unleashed, causing even space itself to tremble faintly.

Facing this punch, John merely sneered and said indifferently,

"Lightning of Judgment, descend!"

Boom!

A thunderous roar erupted in the sky as a bolt of lightning tore through the heavens and descended in an instant.

The lightning split into countless tiny arcs in midair, instantly covering the entire region.

Rumble!

A strand of lightning as thin as a hair landed on the head of the insect sea giant.

In the next instant, the entire body of the insect sea giant suddenly exploded. Every Level 400 insect that formed its body was annihilated at the same time.

As for Helor’s hive body, it was easily suppressed by the countless bolts of lightning and reduced to powder.

Helor, the Swarmborn genius ranked fourth in the trial, was dead.

[Prompt: You have killed Swarmborn powerhouse Helor! You have gained +75,000 Divine Class Points, +25 billion Fame, and +15 billion gold coins!]

[Prompt: You have killed a trial participant. You have gained +1 point.]

[Ding! You have triggered the Plunder talent. You have chosen to plunder the Swarmborn talent: Peerless Hive Mother!]

[Prompt: Plunder has triggered a ten-thousandfold amplification. You have obtained the SSS-grade talent: Peerless Hive Mother.]

[Prompt: This talent cannot be used by humans... It has automatically been converted into an equivalent human talent: SSS-grade talent, Saint Avatar.]

[Prompt: You have triggered automatic talent pickup. You have picked up...]

[Prompt: Upgrade Point judgment successful. You have obtained 100 Upgrade Points. Your current accumulated Upgrade Points have reached the upgrade requirement.]

Listening to the prompts, John opened his talent panel.

He had taken the initiative to plunder this talent because he knew very well how terrifying the Swarmborn were.

[Saint Avatar]

Note: Converted from a Swarmborn talent

Grade: SSS

Special: Unique

Talent Effect: You may consume your own resources, such as Divine Class Points, gold coins, Fame, or items, to create countless avatars.

There is no upper limit to the number of avatars.

Avatar Duration: 5 minutes.

The strength of the avatars depends on the quality and quantity of resources consumed.

Description: The human version of the Swarmborn talent, Hive Mother.

With this talent, as long as you possess an enormous amount of resources, you can obtain an endless number of avatars.

"The racial talent of the Swarmborn is to drown everything with an insect sea.

"Saint Avatar, converted from Peerless Hive Mother, is not bad at all."

After reading the details of the talent, John closed the panel.

Suddenly, another system prompt rang out.

[Ding! You are temporarily ranked first on the trial leaderboard!]

[Prompt: You have activated a god-tier mission. If you remain ranked first after the trial ends, you will complete the Divine Skill mission objective in advance. Once your level reaches the requirement, you will obtain the Divine Skill!]

Listening to the prompt beside his ears, a faint smile appeared at the corner of John’s mouth.

The mission objective for the Divine Skill was to rank first on the trial leaderboard.

After this trial ended, he would be able to level up, then obtain the eight Divine Skills.

"Keep killing. Keep plundering.

"Kill until the myriad races fear us. Kill until they never dare look down on humanity again!"

Thinking of this, John beat his dragon wings, and his figure vanished instantly.

The trial space was incomparably vast.

Whether by coincidence or tacit understanding, John and Divine_River each occupied opposite ends of the space, silently carrying out their slaughter.

"Die!"

Walker roared and punched toward the void.

The void immediately rippled like the surface of a lake struck by a thrown stone.

A figure hidden in the void suddenly appeared, forced out after Walker shattered its hiding place with a single punch.

The moment that figure appeared—

Whoosh!

A giant axe traced a beautiful arc through the sky, cutting through the figure as smoothly as a blade slicing through tofu.

Walker glanced at the corpse and was just about to withdraw his axe.

But at that moment, a finger wind shot toward him from ahead. Only afterward did Divine_River’s figure slowly appear.

"Hah!"

At the critical moment, Walker let out an explosive shout and threw a punch, colliding with the finger wind.

Boom!

Crack!

A crisp sound of breaking bone rang out.

Walker’s enormous body was sent flying backward.

In midair, Walker’s mind was violently shaken.

"Impossible!

"My Undead Race is the strongest in close combat. Our bodies are the toughest of all. Yet someone actually broke my bones...

"This is absurd!"

What the Undead Race excelled at was their bodies and close combat.

Walker was also a peerless genius among the Undead, an existence capable of crushing any powerhouse below peak Level 400.

Yet now, he could not even block a casual finger wind from someone of the same level?

"Who is he? John or Divine_River?"

Walker stabilized himself and looked into the distance.

That figure, carrying a sword case on his back, was also looking at him.

"You are very strong to be able to break my imperishable body," Walker said in a low voice, tightening his grip on the giant axe in his hand.

"You are the first powerhouse capable of receiving one of my casual attacks."

Divine_River looked at Walker a few more times. A trace of disdain appeared on his cold face.

"Imperishable body? You think you are worthy of calling it that?

"You country bumpkin of the myriad-race universe. A frog at the bottom of a well."

"You’re courting death!"

Walker was furious. Holding his giant axe, he charged forward.

At this moment, the two powerhouses were at least a thousand miles apart.

Yet strangely, with only a slight step, Walker appeared right in front of Divine_River. The giant axe in his hand glowed as he swung it down toward Divine_River.

Even more strangely, a disdainful sneer appeared on Divine_River’s face.

He allowed the giant axe to strike his body.

What kind of strength did Walker possess?

Suppressing those of the same level was as easy for him as eating and drinking.

Even ordinary peak Level 400 powerhouses would have a headache facing him.

No one had ever survived one strike from his axe.

Yet Divine_River did not dodge.

Boom!

Walker’s giant axe hacked down onto Divine_River’s body.

Crack!

The giant axe suddenly shattered, turning into countless fragments that shot in every direction.

Walker stared at the scene before him in shock.

Divine_River still wore that same disdainful expression.

Yet Walker’s axe had already been destroyed.

"Now, do you understand what a true imperishable body is?

"Frog at the bottom of a well."

Divine_River said indifferently.

"You are... Divine_River?"

Walker clenched his fists.

"The one who will take your life.

"Demon King Council, Divine_River."

Divine_River nodded and spoke with extreme seriousness.

He spoke of taking Walker’s life right in front of him, his tone so natural that it was as if he were casually discussing the weather with a friend.

Walker’s expression darkened. He raised his fist and swung it toward Divine_River.

"Those who insult me die!

"Limit Break! Twentyfold Strength!"

Walker roared.

His body suddenly expanded, and an earth-shaking strength appeared within him. At the same time, the punch he threw was powerful enough to make space tremble violently.

At this moment, compared to Walker’s massive form, Divine_River looked like an ant facing an elephant.

Yet the seemingly weak Divine_River’s eyes were icy.

He stretched out his hand, palm facing upward, then clenched it heavily.

"Myriad Thread Pull!"

In an instant, countless nearly transparent threads appeared throughout the space at some unknown time.

There were so many of them that no one knew when they had filled this region.

As Divine_River’s voice fell, those countless threads suddenly tightened.

Then, countless chunks of flesh fell from Walker’s enormous body.

Those countless threads were actually that sharp.

With only a slight pull, they instantly sliced apart the body of Walker, the Undead prodigy who revered physical cultivation above all and was known as the strongest close-combat fighter among the myriad races.

Walker’s body collapsed in an instant.

Before his death, he was still unwilling.

But he understood.

Divine_River was far stronger than him.

"If I had more time to cultivate, I would not be inferior to Divine_River.

"What a pity...

"I will never have that chance again."

Walker, the peerless genius of the Undead Race and the third-ranked participant in the trial, was dead.