Reborn with Infinity Money System, I was Worshipped by All Universes!-Chapter 156 - 153-One Statue Each—Now It’s Fair

Hearing Justin’s dismissive evaluation of the Decapitated Demon Effigy, Velen suddenly understood why Justin had sold the Fallen Angel Sculpture for such a low price.

He truly had no idea of its worth!

This decapitated demon sculpture contained genuine demonic power.

Even more precious was the remnant sword aura lingering at the severed neck—a trace of the Archangel’s Sword itself!

These were priceless attributes, far beyond mere decorative carvings.

And yet, Justin, the apprentice of a master sculptor, failed to recognize its true value?

It was clear—his main focus was on cross-dressing, not sculpture. He had completely ignored the true essence of his craft, skimming only the surface.

Just as Velen was about to respond, Ironback Centipede’s voice rang in his mind through a private transmission, his tone serious:

"Master, an unidentified presence is approaching rapidly. Their aura has locked onto our room. Do you want me to activate the Dragon Flame Forge and eliminate them?"

Hearing this, Velen raised an eyebrow but then shook his head.

"No need for now. That’s probably Justin’s mentor. Just wait in the adjacent room for now."

Just as Velen finished his instructions, the room’s door was suddenly kicked open with a loud bang!

A hunched old man strode inside, gripping a carving knife tightly in his vein-covered hands.

His gaze instantly zeroed in on Justin, his expression furious.

"You ungrateful brat! Where is my Fallen Angel Sculpture?!"

Justin, unfazed by his mentor’s anger, crossed his arms and huffed:

"Mentor! Haven’t I told you to call me Princess Justin? Why are you still addressing me incorrectly?"

Velen: "…???"

Princess Justin?!

The old sculptor’s face twitched, his entire body trembling in rage.

This brat… had completely lost his mind!

Clearly, he had been corrupted by some ridiculous ideological nonsense.

It was high time for a proper beating to knock some sense into him!

Instantly, a cold, biting chill spread across the room, freezing everything solid!

Realizing that his mentor was about to attack him, Justin’s face paled.

In a hurried attempt to defuse the situation, he quickly explained:

"Wait, mentor, you’re misunderstanding! This time, I didn’t sell your sculpture randomly—I traded it in a fair exchange!"

Proudly, he lifted the Decapitated Demon Effigy for his mentor to see.

Even though he personally felt like he had been ripped off, in front of his mentor, he wanted to show off that he had at least gotten something in return.

Seeing Justin’s smug expression, the old sculptor’s face turned purple with fury.

His Fallen Angel Sculpture had been one of his most treasured creations, requiring an immense amount of effort to carve.

"You brainless fool! Do you have any idea how much effort I put into sculpting that Fallen Angel Statue?! That chunk of wood from Hell alone was worth tens of thousands of mana crystals!"

His outrage was justified—his greatest masterpiece had been casually given away by his foolish mentee.

Velen, watching the old man’s frustration, couldn’t help but relate.

This scene… felt oddly familiar.

A Rational Request

The old sculptor finally turned his gaze toward Velen, assessing him carefully.

"You’re not from around here, are you?" His voice, now much calmer, carried a tone of diplomacy. Experience new stories on novelbuddy

"I can see that you carry a formidable sword aura—you must be a highly talented swordsman. The Fallen Angel Sculpture, while precious, is of no real benefit to you. Why not return it to me?"

His tone was polite and reasonable.

After all, this situation was his apprentice’s fault, and he did not wish to antagonize a young and powerful swordsman unnecessarily.

Velen, seeing through his attempt, didn’t bother with pretense.

He shook his head firmly.

"A deal is a deal. There’s no reason to undo a completed transaction."

With that, he gripped the Fallen Angel Sculpture in one hand and—without hesitation—crushed it into pieces!

Wooden fragments crumbled through his fingers, scattering onto the floor.

"Sure, this sculpture contained some Fallen Angel essence," Velen remarked dismissively, "but the material was too fragile. I barely applied any force, and it just broke apart."

His tone carried a hint of mockery.

Unbeknownst to Velen, the special material used for the sculpture was deliberately fragile, designed to preserve the ethereal intent within.

But since the statue wasn’t activated, Velen’s natural sword aura alone had been enough to shatter it like a brittle clay doll.

"It’s broken!!!"

The old sculptor’s face twisted in sheer horror as he watched his beloved creation fall to dust.

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His wrinkled face contorted with rage, his eyes burning with grief.

"You bastard! Do you have any idea how much work went into that sculpture?!"

His entire body trembled as he glared daggers at Velen.

As a renowned master sculptor, even he found it difficult to create such a perfect piece.

Furious beyond words, Nepal prepared to teach Velen a painful lesson.

But just as he was about to strike, his gaze suddenly froze.

Because in Justin’s hands…

Was an even more terrifying sculpture.

The Greater Masterpiece

At first glance, the Decapitated Demon Effigy seemed ordinary.

But upon closer inspection, Nepal sensed a suppressed, otherworldly demonic aura radiating from within.

His heart raced.

"Justin," he demanded, his voice serious. "Let me see that sculpture."

Though confused by his mentor’s sudden change in tone, Justin handed it over without protest.

The moment Nepal held the effigy, an overwhelmingly sinister presence engulfed him.

It was as if he was clutching pure nightmare energy, and a thin layer of frost formed over his fingers from the sheer cold of fear.

"This demon… is terrifying!"

Even with just a surface-level sense of its power, Nepal’s entire body shuddered.

As an expert sculptor, he had seen countless artistic works.

But never before had he held a statue that filled him with genuine dread.

What shocked him even more was that the demonic presence he initially felt was just the outermost layer.

When he peered closer at the severed neck, an explosion of radiant light nearly blinded him!

It was as if a pure white holy blade had slashed through his mind—

The Archangel’s Sword!!

An Unthinkable Act

Nepal was completely stunned.

Who the hell sculpted this?

It was flawless—so lifelike that even the two opposing forces inside it were perfectly balanced.

Just as he was about to lose himself in admiration, Justin suddenly snatched the effigy back—

And stomped it into pieces.

CRACK!

The sound of the sculpture shattering snapped Nepal out of his trance.

Seeing the priceless artifact reduced to dust, Nepal’s veins bulged with fury.

That sculpture was invaluable! A once-in-a-lifetime masterpiece!

But Velen, watching all this unfold, narrowed his eyes.

He had broken the Fallen Angel Sculpture.

Now Justin had broken the Demon Effigy in return.

Was this little brat trying to challenge him?!

A mere foolish spendthrift daring to oppose a true tycoon?!

Unforgivable.

Just as killing intent surged within Velen’s heart, a familiar system notification rang in his ears, momentarily dissipating his murderous urges.

"Congratulations, Host! Successful wealth flaunting detected! Reward: 1,000 luxury points and 9,999 advanced sculpture skill books!"

Seeing the generous reward, a smirk crept onto Velen’s face.

His gaze shifted to Justin, eyes gleaming with amusement.

"You—what’s your name?" His tone carried an undeniable weight. "And do you even know who I am?"

Justin raised an eyebrow, his expression filled with disdain.

"The name’s Justin. Why? You think you’re some kind of big shot?"

His tone was laced with mockery, clearly not taking Velen seriously.

Though curious about the question, Justin remained unimpressed, failing to recognize the absolute menace standing before him.