Reborn with Infinity Money System, I was Worshipped by All Universes! - Chapter 144

Chapter 144: Chapter141-Preparations Before the Convention Begins
The Tier-9 alchemists’ section had the fewest people and the smallest area. After all, at Tier-9, one already held a prestigious position across the various star systems.

Velen scanned the lively surroundings, and an idea struck him. Without hesitation, he activated the Divine Alchemy Trial Card.

“Activation successful. Randomly selecting a potion—Tier-9 Level UP Potion!”

“Tier-9 Level UP Potion: The ultimate elixir for Ascended Rank Awakeners. Upon consumption, the user can completely ignore the tribulation of thunder and directly advance to the next level. If the user has already reached Ascended Rank Level 9, they can ascend directly to the Upper Plane Universe. The most powerful alchemy potion in the Lower Plane Universe!”

As expected of the greatest alchemical potion of the Lower Plane Universe!

Just reading the description alone, Velen felt how incredibly broken this potion was!

For Ascended Rank Awakeners, advancing even a single level was an immense challenge, often taking decades or even centuries!

Worse still, each advancement triggered a baptism of lightning, where countless bolts of thunder would descend, tearing through the void as if doomsday had arrived. For Ascended Rank Awakeners, this was akin to stepping half a foot into the grave!

Yet, by consuming this potion, one could completely bypass the lightning tribulation and ascend instantly!

Unbelievable!

If such a potion were to appear publicly, Ascended Rank Awakeners from all major factions would undoubtedly go mad in their pursuit of it.

After all, ascending to the Upper Plane Universe was the lifelong obsession of all Ascended Rank Awakeners.

“System, can this kind of potion be obtained through the prize wheel?” Velen asked.

A potion like this was immensely powerful. If he could acquire more of them, his future ascension to the Upper Plane Universe would be much easier.

“The prize wheel can grant any possible reward, including this potion. However, the higher the quality of the item, the lower the probability of obtaining it.”

Hearing the system’s response, Velen became even more excited.

This system was truly overpowered—it even allowed him to acquire such divine potions through a lottery!

However, noting the mention of probability, Velen asked:

“What’s the approximate chance of drawing this potion?”

“If selecting a Tier-1 Level UP Potion, the probability drops by 9%. The higher the potion’s tier, the lower the probability. For a god-rank Level UP Potion, the probability drops to 1%.”

1% probability!

That might seem low, but for someone like Velen, who was accustomed to gambling mechanics, loot boxes, and prize wheels, it wasn’t a big deal at all.

After all, he had seen probabilities as low as 1 in 1,000 or even 1 in 10,000.

A 1% chance? That was easy.

As long as he kept spinning the wheel, he would eventually hit the jackpot. And since each spin only cost 100 luxury points, even 100 spins would only cost 10,000 luxury points—a small price to pay.

Right now, he had a ton of luxury points, more than enough to spend recklessly for a while.

“But it’s too early to think about all that now,” Velen muttered, shaking his head.

If he wanted everyone in the fortress to ascend to the Upper Plane Universe, they first needed to reach Ascended Rank.

This was something that couldn’t be rushed.

“Still, this Divine Alchemy Trial Card is truly insane!”

Snapping back to reality, Velen remained amazed at the power of the trial card.

After using it, he instantly became a god-rank alchemist in the field of Tier-9 Level UP Potion crafting for the next 24 hours!

Every single detail about the potion’s materials, refining techniques, and formulas was now engraved in his mind.

With a confident smile, Velen strode towards the Tier-9 Alchemist Section, the most prestigious area.

From what he could see, only five individuals occupied the Tier-9 section. All of them were elderly, their expressions arrogant, exuding an unapproachable air.

As Velen entered the section, numerous gazes immediately fell upon him.

“Who is this guy? Why does he look so unfamiliar? Is he really a Tier-9 Alchemist? I’ve never heard of him.”

“He looks too young! Do you really think advancing in alchemy is that easy?”

“Tch, just another attention-seeker trying to act impressive. Just like those frauds who chase empty fame. Pathetic!”

“Exactly. At his age, there’s no way he’s a Tier-9 Alchemist. He’s just here to show off. But he picked the wrong place—this is the Alchemist Convention! He’ll be kicked out soon enough.”

Many whispered and sneered, their expressions filled with mockery.

At every Alchemist Convention, strange incidents always occurred.

After all, this grand event was seen as an opportunity for many to gain fame.

To them, this was nothing new.

However, minutes passed, yet no staff came to remove Velen.

The young man, who had so boldly entered the Tier-9 Alchemist Section, stood unbothered, an outlier among the aged alchemists.

And yet, strangely… he didn’t seem out of place.

“Could we have misjudged him?”

If he were not a Tier-9 Alchemist, the convention staff would have immediately expelled him.

But if he was, then that meant he was likely an Ascended Rank powerhouse as well!

The mockery on the faces of the surrounding spectators quickly faded, replaced by respect and awe.

After all, Tier-9 Alchemists were incredibly rare, and Ascended Rank Awakeners were even more terrifying.

Velen looked young, but in reality, he could very well be an ancient monster who had lived for countless years.

For an Ascended Rank powerhouse, maintaining a youthful appearance was trivial.

Even though his aura didn’t seem overwhelmingly strong, there was always the possibility that he was deliberately concealing his strength—a hidden expert playing the fool.

At that moment, on the judging panel…

“Master Alchemist Pamela, why did Velen walk into the Tier-9 section? Judging by his performance yesterday, I was already worried he might rank last in Tier-1!”

Amanda rubbed her temples in frustration as she turned to Pamela, who was seated nearby.

Even Pamela, who had placed so much faith in Velen, was starting to think that he was being too reckless.

Of all places to go, he walked into the Tier-9 section—right under the scrutiny of the most elite alchemists.

Unlike other sections, the Tier-9 Alchemists were all highly accomplished and well-connected figures.

Trying to pull strings to get a spot in their domain was practically impossible.

And yet, yesterday, Pamela had boldly declared that Velen would take first place in order to join the fortress.

Of course, her words came with a condition—she had only expected him to compete against Tier-6 Alchemists at most.

Never in her wildest dreams did she think Velen would aim for the top tier!

Now that he had, there was no way for her to interfere.

Any attempt to intervene would immediately expose her bias.

Meanwhile, not far behind Pamela, Alan also watched as Velen stepped into the Tier-9 section.

Unlike Pamela, Alan was unfazed.

To him, Velen always stood at the center of attention, no matter where he went.

“If Velen is entering a competition, he’s here to take the championship.”

Even though Alan had no idea what Velen was planning, his instincts told him to start mourning for the other competitors.

After all, with Velen’s tycoon-level antics, his participation in the Alchemist Convention would undoubtedly shatter countless worldviews.

“Everyone, the Alchemist Convention officially begins today!”