Reborn with Infinity Skill Points, I Enslaved All Universes

At this very moment,

The Emperor of Angels was steeped in a heavy, gnawing self-reproach. Deep down, he could not help but berate himself, wondering why he had been so reckless.

Why... why had he just lost control like that?

For as long as he could remember, the Emperor of Angels had prided himself on his composure. He was the kind of ruler who never allowed emotions to dictate his actions, the kind who could keep a calm mind even in the most turbulent of storms. It was precisely because of this iron-clad self-control that Her Majesty, the Goddess of Gold & Silver Aurelia, had chosen him to be the sovereign ruler of the angelic race.

So why now? Why, in that single, critical moment, had he acted with such rashness?

The truth was far more insidious than a simple lapse in judgment.

It was the creeping, invisible corrosion of mental contamination.

As his sanity value—his "san"—slipped lower and lower, even the mighty Emperor of Angels could not remain untouched. His willpower was colossal, yes, but no mind was truly impervious to corruption. In him, the effects did not manifest in obvious madness or wild hallucinations—not yet. Instead, the change lurked beneath the surface, a subtle distortion of thought that would flare when provoked by certain circumstances.

And just now, that moment of dangerous impulsiveness... had been nothing less than the influence of Mind Hunt.

But one moment of recklessness had a price.

After that burst of aggression, the Emperor’s sanity value had plummeted by fifty percent.

That figure was not trivial—it was the point of no return. From this instant onward, he would begin an irreversible descent into mental disarray.