Reborn with Infinity Money System, I was Worshipped by All Universes!-Chapter 319 - 316-The Tycoon’s Divine Throne

Cosmic Year 3000.At the Endless Sanctuary's grand plaza.

Seven-colored divine light bathed the entire square. Velen stood tall, clad in a divine robe woven from stardust. In his right hand, he held aloft the Godshard fragment, pulsing with primordial chaos.

Beneath him was the "Tycoon's Divine Throne," forged from one hundred thousand blocks of magical rainbow alloy.

The moment Velen embedded the Godshard into the throne's heart, the laws of the upper plane universe trembled.

"So cool!"Gasps of awe echoed from the crowd, their gazes filled with envy.

"I, in the name of the Tycoon, hereby establish a new order across all realms!"

His proclamation resonated as divine script, spreading in waves to the edges of the universe. Any being currently wasting resources suddenly felt a surge of mysterious energy flow through their bodies.

Slovak, who was using Astral Aurum cutlery to feed Starfruit to Nightshade, suddenly felt his magic rank breakthrough by three tiers in rapid succession.

Stiegler, who had just tossed a crate of divine artifacts into the forge for remelting, felt his cultivation rise three levels back-to-back!

Even Anastasia and others still in the low plane universe were instantly elevated—ascending directly into the upper planes.

Ding!System Notification: Host has become a multiverse-level Tycoon Paragon. System privileges elevated to God Rank.

Velen raised an eyebrow as the system interface shimmered into a more lifelike form. A new icon—"Dimensional Store"—glowed with alluring brilliance.

But right now, he was more interested in the reactions beneath the stage.

Lilith was half-covering her smile with a fan, while Anastasia stood nearby, puffing out her cheeks and glaring at Lilith's bangs.

"I've been missing for years and you didn't even come check on me?!"

Lilith gave an awkward laugh. "Well… I mean, with Velen around, I figured you were fine."

Three months later—

Floating at the universe's heart was a colossal structure that had become both a nightmare and a dream for every major faction.

Beneath the Astral Aurum dome, rows of shelves displayed absurdly luxurious merchandise:

Star-whale meat pickled in temporal turbulence

Disposable lighters powered by god-rank divinity shards

Magitech engines upgraded using Abyss Lord hearts

This was Velen's latest invention: a luxury-overdrive bartering bazaar.

Here, you could trade the most worthless junk from your realm… for the most priceless resources in the upper plane.

The more garbage your offering, the better your reward.

"Next customer," Stiegler yawned behind a diamond-studded cashier's counter. "You want to exchange for 'Angel Tears' body wash? Please leave ten goblin ears as deposit."

The demon lord in front of him broke into a cold sweat.

Just as he opened his mouth to object, a black blur zipped overhead.

Nightshade leapt onto the roof, a shimmering cosmic lollipop clenched between its teeth. Its tail accidentally knocked over a row of paperweights made from demi-god core crystals.

The demon lord gulped audibly.

It had come here as a respectful guest—he couldn't just blow up the dragon's toys… right?

Velen sighed, tossing the demon lord a bottle. "Forget it. You clearly don't understand luxury. Take this one on the house."

Clutching the precious bottle, the demon lord fled with gratitude and fear in equal measure.

Lilith strolled up, swirling her wine. "You call this a business? Looks more like extortion."

"It's not about sales," Velen smiled. "It's about teaching them the joy of being a tycoon."

He glanced off in the distance, where Slovak was happily stacking divine artifacts into castle blocks like a child with building toys.

Then he pointed skyward. "Look. Our first interstellar cruise ship is complete."

Everyone looked up—and their jaws dropped.

The vessel, named the Tycoon, had a hull compressed from an entire neutron star.

Its sails were cut from the nebula of half a galaxy.

And mounted at its prow, a statue of Nightshade sprayed space-mist formed from ruptured dimensional rifts.

Meanwhile—

Inside the council chamber of Dragon Chasm, Slovak stared at the expanding territory map displayed in a holographic projection.

He suddenly laughed.

"Father, do you ever wonder… what would've happened if we hadn't followed His Highness back then?"

The Dragon Chasm Lord glanced over at his son—who was now feeding a baby dragon tea from an Astral Aurum teacup—and sighed.

"We'd probably still be worrying about where to scrounge up ten chunks of Frost Dragon Glass… And are you seriously gifting your newly bred Rainbow Dragon to His Highness? That's a seven-elemental breath species!"

"What else would I do with it?" Slovak shrugged matter-of-factly. "His Highness always said: A true tycoon must know the joy of sharing wealth."

At the same time—

The head engineer of the Mechanica Church was weeping as he caressed his "gift."

A shattered, jumbled pile of god-rank mech armor parts sat before him, along with Velen's handwritten note:

"I thought your design lacked synergy. So I optimized it for you."

The parts inside were arranged like a toddler's art project—but the sheer intent behind the act left the engineer sobbing with emotion.

This Tycoon of the universe… is too damn extravagant!

Later, as twilight painted the spires of the Sanctuary red—

Velen was cornered by Anastasia in the garden.

"Talk! What exactly did you and Lilith do last night?!"

Her ears were tinged with a suspicious pink, and the magic surging around her suggested Velen was a second away from getting zapped.

"Swear on the heavens, we were just brainstorming how to use meteor showers as fireworks!"

Velen raised his hands in innocence—only to smirk as Lilith walked past with a wine glass, humming.

"But if you're asking who was drunk… someone did spend the whole night hugging my arm and mumbling, 'Little Velen, my lil' Velen~'…"

"Lies!!"

Boom!Anastasia's wand exploded with a burst of magic. As flower petals scattered in the air, she realized too late— freeweɓnøvel.com

"V-Velen! You tricked me!"

The chase that followed woke Nightshade from its nap in the fountain.

Annoyed, the little dragon spat out a space bubble—teleporting the trio straight to Stiegler's dressing room.

The butler, unfazed, adjusted his tie.

"Your Highness. Your interdimensional travel luggage has been packed according to list. It includes three thousand disposable divine robes and one hundred thousand tons of Star Essence."

That fast?!

Both Velen and Anastasia were stunned.

Late that night, in the throne hall—

Velen sat alone before the vast star-glass windows.

Nightshade padded silently onto the windowsill, a sparkling item in its mouth.

"What did you steal this time?"

Velen laughed, taking the object—then froze.

It was a metallic plate, covered in complex, ancient runes.

Ding!Detected: Eternal Domain Pass Fragment. Consume 100,000 Luxury Points to activate?

A new pass?!

Velen's eyes gleamed. He ran a finger across the plate.

In an instant, it melted into light and flowed into his palm.

A vision flooded his mind—dimensional images from a higher realm.

There, stars flowed in rivers.

Time could be bottled and sold.

Even the concept of "tycoon"… had become a tangible, governing law.

"System," Velen murmured. "What's the exchange rate for currency in the Eternal Domain?"

But instead of a robotic voice, Nightshade responded with a soft chirp.

It nuzzled his palm, its amethyst eyes reflecting the infinite cosmos.

Velen chuckled softly.

He rose, stretching out his arms, his divine robe fluttering like a banner of stars.

"Looks like… the real tycoon journey is just beginning."

And with it—more extravagance, more indulgence, more joyous wealth-sharing with Anastasia and the others!