Reborn with Infinity Money System, I was Worshipped by All Universes!

Jerry could hardly believe it.

The Tarot Order had actually bent their rigid rules… for Velen.

"Councilor Kelsey,"

Jerry forced himself to calm down, suppressing the storm of emotions raging inside him. His expression grew serious as he looked straight at Kelsey and asked,

"If that's the case, can I use the same method to buy the second-ranked spot from its holder?"

Kelsey nodded slightly, his face maintaining a polite smile as he patiently explained,

"You could, theoretically."

"But if you do, both your ranking and the other party's ranking, along with your eligibility to appear on the Rising Magi Rankings, will be revoked."

"This rule is intended to maintain fairness and justice within the rankings. Only Young Master Velen has been granted a special exemption."

What the hell?!

Why?!

This was blatant discrimination!

Jerry's dissatisfaction erupted like a volcano.

"Why is he the only exception?!"

Jerry's voice rose uncontrollably as he glared at Kelsey.

As the mentee of Blackgold Sovereign, a mighty figure from the upper planes, Jerry had always carried himself with considerable pride.

In the current universe, he was a top-tier prodigy — someone admired and envied by countless others.

Now, seeing Velen enjoy such outrageous privileges while he himself was bound by the rules—how could he not feel bitter?

"We're all people! What makes him so special that he gets special treatment?!"

"Because he's Velen."

Kelsey's tone remained calm and composed, without a trace of arrogance.

"If Young Master Jerry feels indignant, after the transaction is complete, you are welcome to challenge Young Master Velen to reclaim the top spot on the Rising Magi Rankings."

After delivering those words, Kelsey bowed slightly to Velen, then turned and left the room, pulling the door shut gently behind him.

"You—! Come back here!"

Jerry ground his teeth, but Kelsey had already disappeared without a backward glance.

"Nicely done, Kelsey!"

Watching Kelsey's departing figure, Velen silently praised him.

Purchasing the number one spot on the Rising Magi Rankings would not only complete his system task, but also trigger a "wasteful spending" behavior reward — a perfect two-for-one deal.

And once Jerry inevitably challenged him to reclaim the title, Velen could take the opportunity to beat him so badly that even his mother wouldn't recognize him.

Given Jerry's prideful temperament, suffering a loss would surely provoke him to call for reinforcements.

When that happened, Velen's plan to recruit new servants for the fortress would naturally fall into place.

The more Velen thought about it, the more flawless his strategy seemed.

A faint, confident smile tugged at his lips.

Truly, this plan was perfect!

"Brother Velen, it seems I've underestimated you,"

Jerry's gaze toward Velen grew increasingly complex, his voice tinged with admiration and resentment.

"I never would've thought… even the Hall of Magi would break its rules for your sake."

"However, I won't sell my ranking easily, no matter how much you offer—"

Before he could even finish, Velen interrupted crisply:

"One hundred million low-grade mana crystals."

Boom.

Jerry felt like his mind exploded.

What did he just say?!

One hundred million low-grade mana crystals?!

"How much did you just say?!"

Jerry's eyes widened until they were almost round, staring at Velen in disbelief, wondering if he had misheard.

"Brother Velen, how many crystals did you just say?"

Although Jerry, as a descendant of a magic deity, wasn't exactly strapped for resources, one hundred million mana crystals…

That was still an astronomical sum even for him!

Enough to shave off decades of cultivation efforts!

"90 million low-grade mana crystals,"

Velen corrected himself smoothly, his expression utterly composed, as if the shocking offer he made a moment ago had never existed.

???

Jerry was stunned.

What the hell was going on?

Hadn't Velen just said one hundred million?!

How did it suddenly become ninety million?

Was he messing with him?

"Brother Velen, didn't you just say one hundred million?!"

Jerry asked anxiously, desperate to clarify.

A drop of ten million wasn't a small matter!

"80 million low-grade mana crystals,"

Velen said indifferently, lowering the price even further.

Crap!

Jerry felt his brain short-circuit.

What kind of negotiation was this?!

Every sentence cut another ten million off the price!

Was this guy even serious about buying?

He was acting like he didn't even need the crystals!

He, Jerry, even if he starved to death, froze to death, or jumped off this building, would never stoop to taking advantage of someone's generosity like this!

Just as Jerry was about to protest, he saw Velen about to open his mouth again.

Panicking, Jerry quickly blurted out,

"Brother Velen! Don't lower it anymore! I don't need the full hundred million! Let's settle at ninety million! Deal?"

"70 million low-grade mana crystals,"

Velen continued smoothly, as if Jerry's desperate plea had fallen on deaf ears.

Holy crap!

"Brother Velen, didn't you just say seventy million?! I..."

Jerry's voice cracked with urgency.

"60 million low-grade mana crystals."

Velen slashed the price again, his voice calm and unhurried.

Pfft!

Jerry nearly coughed up blood on the spot.

He felt like his heart was about to collapse under the relentless assault.

This guy—

Wasn't he the real demon here?!

"70 million! Seventy million!"

Jerry roared desperately, trying to cling to some semblance of dignity.

"Brother Velen, I'll sell at seventy million! Final offer!"

But Velen, looking thoroughly pleased, didn't even blink.

He was thoroughly enjoying the sight of Jerry's crumbling composure.

Watching a proud peacock flounder and beg was deeply satisfying.

"50 million—"

Velen opened his mouth again.

"Stop! Stop!!"

"I'll sell! I'll sell! I'll SELL!"

Jerry screamed, waving his hands frantically.

He pointed a trembling finger at Velen, afraid that if he hesitated another second, the price would plummet again.

"Any doubts?"

Velen asked casually.

"No, no doubts!!"

Jerry shook his head frantically.

You dare bargain with this guy?!

You'd end up selling your soul without even realizing it!

"Brother Velen," Jerry practically begged, "let's settle at eighty million, okay? That's fair!"

Velen raised an eyebrow slightly, looking mischievous.

"Forty—"

"Fifty million! Deal! Five-zero million!"

Jerry practically wailed the words out.

He had completely collapsed.

He had lost, thoroughly and completely.

He was so terrified that if he didn't immediately agree, Velen might lower the price to forty or even thirty million!

Why, oh why, had he tried bargaining with this monster?!

He had lost so much for nothing!

"You truly live up to being number one — refreshingly decisive!"

Velen said with a bright smile.

He then took out a spatial ring and handed it to Jerry.

"This ring contains fifty million low-grade mana crystals. Once we finalize the mutual consent agreement, it'll be yours."

Jerry stared blankly at the ring in Velen's hand.

He felt like his heart was bleeding.

No — it had shattered into a million pieces!

A deal that had started at one hundred million had been cut straight down to fifty million.

Who the hell wouldn't be heartbroken?!