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

The sky crackled with flickering lightning as the god rank potion silently flowed in the void.

On the judges' panel, countless alchemists stared at the scene with fanatical expressions.

They were among the best in the field of alchemy, yet they knew they were still tens of thousands of miles away from being able to craft a god rank potion themselves.

But now, having witnessed the entire process of its creation firsthand, they felt that if they ever got the chance to attempt a god rank potion, they would have a significantly better grasp of it than others!

"This is insane!"

"Absolutely mind-blowing!"

Alan couldn't help but exclaim in excitement. "I always thought Velen was just a rich tycoon—nothing more than a man with money and no other skills. Turns out, I was thinking way too small!"

"He's not just a tycoon—he's been hiding his true abilities too deeply! We were all fooled by him, played right into his hands!"

"From now on, if anyone dares say Velen is just a tycoon, I'll slap them across the face!"

Beside him, Pamela and Amanda nodded in strong agreement.

"The birth of a god rank potion—it's enough to make one's blood boil! I never thought, as a writer of hot-blooded manga, I would ever feel my scalp tingle with excitement like this!"

At this moment, many people's attention shifted from the god rank potion to Velen himself.

Compared to the potion, they were even more curious—who was this man capable of creating a god rank potion?

Before, they had thought Velen was just a young show-off, coming here merely to seek attention.

Now, they realized—the real clowns were themselves!

This man was nothing less than a true god of alchemy!

"Alchemy God, I love you! I want to bear your children!"

A feverish female voice suddenly shouted from the crowd, her face flushed but her eyes filled with fervent passion.

As soon as she spoke, the other alchemists immediately followed suit, roaring in unison:

"Alchemy God! You are the eternal legend!"

"In the entire Lower Plane Universe, only someone who can craft a god rank potion deserves to be called a god!"

At this moment, no one had any objections to calling Velen the God of Alchemy.

He was undisputedly the number one.

A wave of frenzied, ecstatic voices soared into the sky, turning the scene into something akin to a crazed fan convention.

Velen alone had become the absolute center of attention.

The undeniable star of this year's Alchemist Convention!

The Ultimate Display of Wealth

Feeling the countless burning gazes on him, Velen took a deep breath and made a decision.

"There is no better time to flaunt wealth than when all eyes are on you!"

With this thought flashing through his mind, Velen pulled out a glass bottle, sucked the god rank potion into it… and then—

He hurled it onto the ground, shattering it into countless fragments—before stomping on the spilled potion mercilessly!

Silence.

A deathly silence.

It was as if time had frozen at this very moment.

Every single person watching Velen stood there, completely dumbfounded.

Had they become too overwhelmed, to the point of hallucinating?

Did they just witness a god rank potion—being smashed onto the ground and stomped into oblivion?!

This was a god rank potion!

Something so priceless and sacred that it could not be cherished enough!

And yet, Velen destroyed it so casually, with an arrogance and wastefulness that was simply... inhuman!

On the judges' panel, Pamela, Alan, and the others were completely dumbstruck.

It felt like their hearts had shattered into pieces, just like the potion on the ground.

Alan had always known that Velen was an extravagant tycoon, but he had never imagined that he would be so utterly indifferent to a god rank potion.

Much less that he would waste it so openly, right before the eyes of thousands of alchemists!

System Notifications & Velen's Delight

"Congratulations, host! Successfully showcased wealth through a special item today! You have earned 1,000 luxury points!"

"Congratulations, host! You have completed the Alchemist Convention mission! You have earned 1,000,000 luxury points! Bonus reward: an additional 1,000,000 luxury points!"

As the system notifications kept chiming, a bright smile bloomed on Velen's face.

"Not bad, not bad! What a jackpot!"

But while Velen was grinning ear to ear, the countless alchemists had already snapped out of their shock—and now they were glaring at him with furious, bloodshot eyes!

This man… was the greatest disgrace in alchemy!

He had just trampled on their lifelong dream—right before their very eyes!

Even the most mild-tempered alchemists felt their anger surge to the boiling point, rolling up their sleeves, ready to pummel this heretic to the ground.

"That bastard! Nobody stop me today—I swear I'll beat him so hard his own mother won't recognize him! How dare he trample on my dream like that?!"

"What's the point of striving for alchemy now, if a god rank potion can just be destroyed like this?"

In an instant, the crowd was seething with rage!

Velen's actions had thoroughly incited their fury, making them want nothing more than to grind him into dust.

Yet, as Velen gazed at the enraged masses, he remained perfectly calm and composed—in fact, he even regretted that there weren't more people present.

If the audience had been larger, perhaps the system would have awarded him even more luxury points!

Breakthroughs Amidst Fury

But then—

A surge of powerful mental energy erupted from within the furious crowd.

Several alchemists, who had long been trapped in bottlenecks, suddenly broke through in their fury!

Not only that, but many more alchemists, caught in their intense rage, felt their levels rapidly ascending!

Pamela's Unexpected Defense

"Everyone, please calm down!"

Seeing that the enraged alchemists were about to attack Velen, Pamela unleashed a powerful aura, temporarily suppressing their emotions.

With her high status among alchemists, many people fell silent and turned to her.

"Has no one noticed? Velen's actions were actually meant to guide and help you!"

"You have all been too obsessed—pursuing absolute perfection in alchemy. While this is admirable, it has also become a shackle on your hearts."

"Velen's act of destroying the god rank potion so indifferently was meant to teach you a lesson!"

"He was helping you break your mental constraints! So what if he's a god-level alchemist? So what if this is a god rank potion? In the end, these things are merely external objects!"

"You have misunderstood Velen!" Your next chapter is on My Virtual Library Empire

As Pamela's words spread through the crowd, many alchemists fell into deep contemplation.

Velen, on the other hand, was completely dumbfounded.

"What the hell?!"

"I was just trying to show off my wealth! I wasn't trying to teach them anything!"

Yet, somehow, Pamela had turned him into a wise, selfless master who sacrificed god rank potions for the greater good.

"I am a tycoon! A super tycoon, damn it!"

But as he turned to Pamela, ready to clear up the misunderstanding, he saw her solemn, unwavering gaze.

At that moment, he swallowed his words.

A Legend is Born

"Velen, you are truly the God of Alchemy! Your wisdom, your virtue—you are our role model!"

"Alchemy God! You have taught me that the true barriers lie within ourselves! If you ever need anything, I will follow you to the ends of the earth!"

"Alchemy God!"

"Alchemy God!"

Cheers erupted once again.

Velen looked at the grateful, awe-filled faces around him—and felt utterly miserable.

He just wanted to flex his wealth! How did he end up becoming a goddamn legend?!

They're actually grateful to me?

This isn't right!

What Velen wanted was a legendary moment of pure arrogance, a scene where everyone was so infuriated that they gritted their teeth in frustration—yet utterly powerless to do anything about it.

"Sigh… Velen really is a hidden master. We completely misjudged him before. The prejudice in our hearts truly is like a towering mountain."