Reborn with Infinity Money System, I was Worshipped by All Universes!-Chapter 128 - 125-Max’s Attack

Clinton gazed at Ethan, who now carried an air of Velen’s extravagance, and suddenly felt that if he stayed in the fortress any longer, he would eventually become just like them—reckless and wasteful.

He had known Ethan and Victoria for a long time. They weren’t like this before.

But now, after spending time with Velen, they had become indifferent to such blatant extravagance—even finding it justified.

Clinton felt he had to warn them.

But just as he was about to speak, a sudden disturbance in the air sent chills down his spine.

That presence…

Clinton’s pupils shrank, and without hesitation, he bolted toward the fortress gates.

"Ethan, Victoria! Don’t let Velen corrupt you! And tell him this—I, Clinton, will never return to the fortress again!"

Ethan and Victoria were shocked by Clinton’s sudden outburst, but when they heard his last words, their hearts tensed.

What was happening?

Why was Clinton suddenly leaving the fortress?

Sure, Velen was a bit excessive with his spending, but it was his own wealth. And honestly, they had already gotten used to it.

Leaving just because of this?

That didn’t seem right.

"Max Has Arrived."

Suddenly, a system notification rang in Velen’s mind.

Emergency alert: Clinton’s position has been locked. Max has arrived.

To avoid bringing trouble to the fortress, Clinton has left and cut ties with you.

Warning: Max’s combat strength far surpasses Clinton. Clinton is in grave danger.

Velen’s brows furrowed slightly, a hint of surprise in his eyes.

Max?

Wasn’t he Clinton’s old enemy from centuries ago?

All those years ago, Max had relied on the Sunlord’s power to seal Clinton away.

It had been hundreds of years since then.

With Max’s talent, background, and strength, he should have ascended to the upper plane universe long ago.

In Velen’s mind, Max was already an upper-plane being—but to his surprise, he was still here!

"Since he’s a fortress senator, then he’ll always be a fortress senator."

Velen’s expression darkened as he sent a mental command.

"Ironback Centipede, come to me. Now."

Max was indeed powerful, but Clinton was still Ascended Rank Lv9—not someone who could be easily defeated.

Even if Clinton couldn’t win, he could stall for time—long enough for Velen to arrive!

Moments later, Ironback Centipede rushed forward, bowing respectfully before Velen.

"Master, what are your orders?"

"Take me to Clinton. Fast."

In an instant, Ironback Centipede reverted to its massive form, allowing Velen to leap onto its back before soaring out of the fortress.

Anastasia’s Concern

Back in the main hall, Anastasia looked up at the retreating figure of Velen and Ironback Centipede, her expression puzzled.

"Where is he going in such a hurry?"

For some reason, she felt an ominous premonition.

"Don’t tell me… he’s about to bring back another senator?"

A Duel Among the Stars

In the depths of an asteroid belt, a black streak of light came to an abrupt halt on a dust-colored asteroid.

Clinton stood there, his expression grim.

He had just stopped when a blazing golden light streaked through the void—like a miniature sun, radiating intense heat.

The light crashed down in front of him, materializing into a towering, imposing figure.

His cold, arrogant gaze locked onto Clinton.

"Didn’t think you’d break free from the Sunlord’s seal. How… amusing."

Before Max could say another word, Clinton shot forward like a black comet.

"Max! If not for the Sunlord’s intervention, you’d already be dead! But now… it’s not too late!"

He knew Max was a vengeful and ruthless person.

Once he had his sights set on someone, he never let them go.

There was no need for talk—this would only end with one of them dead!

Clinton’s decisiveness caught Max off guard, but only for a moment.

Then, a dark rage flickered in Max’s eyes.

Back then, he had lost to Clinton.

That humiliation had burned in his heart for centuries.

But after two hundred years of training, he had grown far stronger.

This time—Clinton would be the one crushed!

"Clinton… do you still think I’m the same as I was two hundred years ago?"

Max’s fiery aura surged, and the searing flames surrounding him condensed into massive fireballs, launching toward Clinton with terrifying heat.

The sheer temperature of the flames melted the void itself, leaving behind black scorch marks in space.

Clinton’s soul energy surged forth in shadowy waves, but as soon as it made contact with the fireballs, it began to dissipate.

His very soul essence was being burned away.

The backlash hit him instantly.

His body shuddered, his face turning deathly pale.

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One move.

One move was all it took for Clinton to be completely overpowered.

Max’s laughter rang through the void.

"**I have surpassed anything you can comprehend, Clinton. If you beg for mercy, I’ll grant you a quick death. Otherwise, I’ll make sure your soul is burned to ashes!"

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The thrill of revenge sent an almost ecstatic pleasure surging through his body.

He extended his hand, and pure soul energy erupted around him.

From above, a crystal-clear Soul Crystal materialized, exuding a pressure that distorted the space around it.

This was the essence of his soul, something he had meticulously cultivated over centuries.

"Clinton! You’ve been sealed for two hundred years—you should have refined your own Soul Crystal by now.

"Come! Let’s see who is superior!"

With that, Max’s Soul Crystal came crashing down toward Clinton.

Clinton had been on the verge of despair—Max’s power was simply too overwhelming.

But then—

He saw Max’s Soul Crystal.

And suddenly…

He smirked.

Max’s Soul Crystal was large.

But after seeing Velen’s absurd stash, Clinton couldn’t take it seriously anymore.

Seeing Clinton smirking instead of panicking, Max’s fury ignited.

Without hesitation, he hurled the Soul Crystal forward, aiming to crush Clinton completely.

"This is the finest Soul Crystal ever refined in the lower plane universe! Even someone with a powerful soul like you could never match it!"

"In the end, you’ll die by the very power I spent centuries forging just for you!"

In the lower plane universe, condensing a Soul Crystal to the size of a fist was already an incredible feat.

In Max’s mind, Clinton’s Soul Crystal couldn’t possibly compare.

He was already relishing the image of Clinton’s horror-stricken face.

But—

Just as Max was about to revel in his victory, he saw something that shattered his confidence instantly.

Clinton’s smirk widened as he reached into his storage bag…

And pulled out two Soul Crystals of the same size as Max’s.

Each radiated an aura just as strong.

"This… this is impossible!"

Max’s eyes widened in sheer disbelief.

His breath hitched.

"No! This has to be fake!"

Max’s pupils constricted sharply as he stared at Clinton, who now held a Soul Crystal in each hand, each radiating an aura no weaker than his own.

His breath hitched, as if the very air had been sucked from his lungs.

He knew the difficulty of condensing a Soul Crystal.

Even with the Flame of Sun granted by the Sunlord, he had spent two centuries refining a single one—a Soul Crystal he believed to be the strongest in the lower plane universe.

Yet now—

The treasured masterpiece he had painstakingly refined, the weapon he had prepared solely to crush Clinton’s spirit, had been reduced to a joke in an instant.

"Impossible!"

His voice trembled with disbelief.

"I know your soul! You may have some strength, but there’s absolutely no way you could reach this level!

"I had the Sunlord’s power! I relied on his divine flame to forge mine!

"But you—you have no background, no patron, no god behind you!

"This must be fake!"