Reborn with Infinity Money System, I was Worshipped by All Universes!-Chapter 320 - 317-A New Journey

A thunderous wave of divine laws surged across the Sanctuary.

Velen was casually using a solar god-core as a ping-pong ball.

Above him, nine golden quasi-entities had formed, each brimming with power vast enough to obliterate a galaxy.

Lilith and Anastasia both had to forcibly restrain themselves from charging forward. But then, they saw Velen suddenly give a thumbs-up toward the incoming Catastrophe.

"Perfect timing! Time to try my new tycoon-style Ascension!"

With that, he casually hurled out crate after crate of resources.

First, he arranged thirty spatial cores into a grand Eight Trigram formation. Then he detonated an entire mana crystal vein, pulverizing it into glitter that rained down onto the Catastrophe.

The most absurd part?

He had Nightshade pilot the newly-completed interstellar cruise ship directly into the storm zone, using it as a temporary Ascension platform.

"This isn't Ascension… it's a goddamn party!"

Stiegler adjusted his glasses in awe, only to widen his eyes again as the Catastrophe shifted shape.

"Wait—why does it look like a champagne glass now?"

The ninth divine thunderbolt descended—transforming into golden bubbles that splashed directly over Velen.

Everyone fell into stunned silence.

There he sat: freshly ascended to god rank, soaked to the bone on the cruise ship's deck… holding half a Thunder Crisp cookie in his hand.

Apparently, it was a unique gift—the Will of the Universe, having completely given up, had condensed its power into a snack just for him.

System Notification: Host has completed breakthrough via 'Excessive Waste of Catastrophe Energy.' Reward obtained: Dimensional Sightseeing Ticket.

The Sanctuary's farewell banquet quickly spiraled into a universe-scale disaster zone.

Slovak used Star Essence as a fountain, which accidentally triggered a spatial downpour across a hundred-mile radius.

The Mechanica Church's AI gift units suddenly rebelled, handing out pamphlets titled: How to Squander Resources Like a True Tycoon.

And Nightshade? The little beast somehow dragged in an actual black hole as a gift—nearly swallowing the entire banquet hall into another dimension.

Chaos reigned. Laughter and shouting filled the air.

"So, you're really going to the higher dimensions?"

Anastasia's voice rose above the clamor. She was wearing a rare floor-length gown today, a starlight rose pinned in her hair—a gift from Velen.

"Well, someone has to learn the advanced ways of squandering wealth," Velen grinned, taking the wine she offered.

To his surprise, there was a World Tree seed soaking inside.

"…You guys seriously think I'll run out of resources on the road?"

"You're the first Tycoon God we've ever raised," Anastasia turned her head, blushing faintly. "If you go up there and embarrass the Fortress…"

"Relax," Velen's voice grew louder, silencing the banquet.

"I'll make sure they know exactly what it means to be… a Super Tycoon from the Upper Plane Fortress!"

Cheers erupted.

Nightshade suddenly leapt onto the main table, its tail coiling around three bottles of high-proof liquor from different dimensions.

The liquids mixed mid-air, bursting open a rift—revealing the Eternal Domain beyond, its skies glowing with iridescent light.

"Remember to practice tycoon arts monthly! Don't slack off!"

Velen shouted as he stood at the edge of the rift. Stiegler, holding a ledger, nodded furiously.

Slovak suddenly remembered something and tossed over a finely carved box. "Your Highness! A newly bred Rainbow Dragon Egg! When it hatches, it'll breathe fireworks in seven colors!"

"Much appreciated!"

The best prop for a flashy arrival!

Velen caught the box and turned—only to find Lilith and Anastasia approaching simultaneously.

They glanced at each other, then both leaned in and kissed his cheeks in perfect sync.

What the hell?!

Happiness hit Velen like a thunderbolt. He froze.

"Take care on the road."

"If you flirt with other goddesses, we're dragging you back ourselves!"

Velen just laughed and turned toward the rift, striding forward.

Nightshade followed, but paused just before entering. It spat out a space bubble behind it.

Inside was Velen's secret notebook—titled Eternal Domain Tycoon Strategy, filled to the brim with outrageous plans.

On the other side of the rift, Velen took in the new realm.

Here, the stars flowed in liquid rivers.

Nightshade rolled gleefully in the starlit currents.

On either side of the street, shops sold bottled "Yesterday's Twilight," dresses woven from lies, and flying tools powered by pure faith.

At the central plaza stood a fountain—not spouting water, but genuine cosmic essence.

Each droplet sparkled with a potential future.

"System, open the Dimensional Store."

Ding! Welcome to the Eternal Domain. Current exchange rate: 1 High-grade Luxury Point = 100,000 Eternal Crystals.

Velen whistled and casually tossed out a handful of Star Cores—legendary treasures back in the upper plane.

Around him, bystanders erupted into a frenzy, scrambling to grab what this realm considered "low-grade energy blocks."

"Looks like this place is even more fun than I imagined."

Velen glanced at his Sightseeing Ticket.

New text appeared on its surface:

"Three light-years ahead: Apocalypse-Tier Resource Waste Tournament. Grand prize—half a universe."

A smile tugged at his lips. His god-robe billowed in the Eternal Winds.

Nightshade had already bolted ahead, leaving a trail of spatial fissures shaped like footprints.

Velen looked back once more—back toward the rift.

From afar, Stiegler's shrill voice echoed: "Your Highness! Did you just throw the Sanctuary's space-time compass like a frisbee?!"

"Let's go, Nightshade," Velen chuckled.

Striding confidently into the unknown, he grinned.

"This time… we'll make the Eternal Domain remember what true tycoon artistry looks like."

—Thirty-seven Eternal Days later—

A mysterious package arrived at Endless Sanctuary.

Lilith opened the ornate box with trembling hands.

Inside was a shimmering dragon scale that radiated in seven colors. A handwritten note was attached:

"Roasted a dimensional Leviathan using Eternal Domain's temporal turbulence. This is a scale.P.S. The god-rank natives here play dice using star systems. I'll bring you back a couple dozen.—From your Tycoon God, Velen"

Tears sprang from Lilith's eyes as she laughed.

Anastasia stepped over, gently running her fingers across the note's ink.

In the distance, Slovak was directing a Rainbow Dragon to fill the Wishing Pool with Astral Aurum.

Stiegler was calculating how many resources it would take to teleport the entire Sanctuary into the Eternal Domain.

Meanwhile, in a high-dimensional tavern—

Velen clinked glasses with a rowdy crowd of strange and otherworldly gods.

On his table: heaps of gifts wrapped in multiverse law itself.

Nightshade was using a mini-universe as a bowling ball, knocking over spatial totems for fun.

"Seriously," said a winged deity with twelve pairs of wings, "I've never seen anyone stylize tycoonry like you do."

Velen raised a cocktail brewed from dark-matter energy. "That's because none of you have tried—"

"Celebrating a basic breakthrough by blowing up an entire plane like fireworks?"

Silence fell over the bar.

All eyes turned to the young god from the low planes.

Velen smiled, downed his drink, and casually tossed the glass into the nearest dimensional fissure.

"Next stop," he said, flashing a gesture to Nightshade, "Let's find someone brave enough to bet a galaxy… on tomorrow's sunrise."

Nightshade howled in delight, countless dimensional gates flickering open around them.

As the light danced in arcs of starlight and chaos, Velen's voice rang out—bold, proud, and utterly outrageous:

"System, mark this moment—this is the TRUE highest rank of Tycoon!"