Reborn with Infinity Money System, I was Worshipped by All Universes! - Chapter 145

Chapter 145: Chapter142-The Cataclysmic Phenomenon
“First, Tier-1 alchemists, please prepare yourselves. The winner will be determined based on the potion you concoct!”

Seated at the judges’ table, Pamela swept her gaze across the participants before focusing on the Tier-1 section.

Although the number of Tier-1 awakeners was relatively small, around one hundred or so, they were all top talents. Anyone who could pass the entrance test had already proven they were close to breaking into the second tier—making them absolute dominators at the Tier-1 level!

As Pamela’s voice fell, the Tier-1 alchemists became energized, eagerly preparing their concoctions in hopes of making a name for themselves in the Titan Galaxy through this Alchemist Convention!

An Hour Later

With Pamela’s announcement, the Tier-2 alchemists began their competition.

…

The tournament continued, with each tier competing one after another. It wasn’t until dusk that the battles for Tier-1 through Tier-8 alchemists came to a preliminary conclusion.

Although the convention was a long-running event, the competition became progressively more intense as higher-tier alchemists entered the fray. Their concoctions were vastly superior in quality, technique, and effectiveness, making their duels even more captivating to watch!

At this moment, the audience’s excitement was at its peak.

Because now—it was time for the Tier-9 alchemists to compete!

For many spectators who had traveled across entire galaxies to witness this event, the Tier-9 battles were the true highlight!

At this level, the potions being crafted wielded immense power—simply watching the process was already an incredible feast for the senses.

“Next up, the Tier-9 alchemist showdown… begins now!”

Pamela, sensing the crowd’s boiling enthusiasm, wasted no time and announced the start of the final tier.

As her words fell, the audience erupted into a fervor of excited chatter.

“That elder over there—is he the Sleep God? He’s been sleeping since morning, completely unfazed. That level of composure… truly worthy of a Tier-9 awakener!”

“Hah! That’s nothing! Look at that elder over there—pretending to nap, but his hands haven’t stopped moving. A textbook example of ‘old man pushing the cart’—still in his prime!”

“Dude, is this really the time for such jokes? The Tier-9 battle is about to begin!”

The discussions grew more wild—some lighthearted, some serious. Certain women pretended not to understand, but their ears were already blushing red.

Still, most of the audience focused intently on the renowned Tier-9 alchemists.

At this moment, a gold-haired elder with a red neck flipped his palm, summoning an exquisitely pure mana-elemental flame.

This fire was composed entirely of raw mana essence, its temperature so scorching that the surrounding crystalline air instantly evaporated, forming swirling white mist that dissipated into nothingness.

“Pure mana-elemental fire! Such an astonishing level of soul control! With a flame like that, burning medicinal ingredients won’t degrade their potency but instead accelerate their fusion!”

The audience gasped in awe. Many had only heard rumors of such a technique, but seeing it firsthand was a once-in-a-lifetime experience!

Seeing the other elders start their preparations, Velen smirked—not willing to be left behind.

“System, randomly extract all necessary ingredients for crafting the Level UP Potion—until I have everything I need!”

Although he had the knowledge and techniques from the Divine Alchemy Trial Card, he still lacked the materials.

However, just as he finished speaking, the system replied:

“All materials for the Alchemist Convention have been provided by the system and are stored in your system space. You can retrieve them at will—no additional extraction needed.”

Velen’s lips curled into a grin.

This was an unexpected bonus.

Without hesitation, he retrieved the Level 9 Forge from his storage and took out the first ingredient—a rare Lingzhi mushroom—from the system space.

Meanwhile, Pamela and Amanda, who had been secretly observing Velen, swallowed hard.

His wealth-flaunting antics were about to begin again!

Just as they had this thought, they suddenly noticed something off.

This time… something was different.

Unlike his previous displays of reckless extravagance, Velen was methodically adding various rare ingredients into the forge—each one distinct from the last.

He wasn’t burning them into ash like before. Instead, with incredible precision, he controlled the temperature to refine them perfectly.

“Wait… is he actually preparing for alchemy?!”

Pamela and Amanda exchanged glances, both seeing the same shock in each other’s eyes.

“What the hell?! How is he controlling the Level 9 Forge so effortlessly? Refining so many ingredients at once, with complete precision—his control is even stronger than mine!”

“And look at those materials! Each one is rarer than the last! Even if I sold everything I’ve accumulated over the years, I could barely afford a fraction of what he’s using! What kind of potion is he trying to create?!”

The more they watched, the more shaken they became.

Right now, Velen felt like an entirely different person.

To the average audience member, however, Velen’s actions looked absurd.

“Is this guy joking? He’s just tossing ingredients into the forge randomly—this is alchemy?”

“Maybe his legs are cold, and he’s just using the fire to warm them up.”

“I was actually impressed when he took out that Level 9 Forge… but this? Any idiot could do it!”

For ordinary spectators, Velen’s refined technique was completely incomprehensible.

Even low-tier alchemists struggled to understand what was happening.

But for Tier-6 and above alchemists, Velen’s actions were beyond extraordinary.

They stared breathlessly, their eyes locked onto his every move.

This technique…

This effortless mastery…

This was exactly how they dreamed of performing alchemy!

Yet now, it was happening right in front of them—by Velen’s hands.

“What the hell is going on?”

“Why is his fire control so perfect? Why can he refine so many ingredients at once without a single mistake?”

Countless questions flooded their minds.

Meanwhile, behind Pamela, Alan stood utterly stunned.

He had suspected Velen had some hidden trump card—after all, someone as absurdly wealthy as him wouldn’t join the convention without a reason.

But he never expected that Velen was actually skilled!

This technique… this level of mastery…

Even if he were a hundred times better, he wouldn’t be qualified to carry Velen’s shoes!

“What the hell is going on? Wasn’t he supposed to be here just to flaunt his wealth? Why is he actually crafting a real potion?! Did the sun rise from the west today?!”

RUMBLE!

Before the crowd could recover from their shock, a deafening clap of thunder exploded in the sky!

In Velen’s hands, the ingredients danced like flowing water, swirling in the forge.

Then—BOOM!—with an earth-shaking roar, the ingredients merged into one.

The entire audience was startled by the sudden thunderclap.

Looking up, they saw that the sky had already turned dark, dense clouds rolling in.

A terrifying pressure descended, making the ground itself tremble ever so slightly.

“This is… a celestial anomaly?!”

“And not just any anomaly—it’s a catastrophic phenomenon, ready to destroy the potion!”

“How many years has it been since we last saw something like this?”

The alchemists were shocked beyond words.

To them, this was proof of a god-rank potion’s birth!

But what left them truly speechless was that the one who had triggered this terrifying anomaly…

Was Velen—the seemingly young, mysterious alchemist.

“I knew it! This guy is no ordinary person—he actually crafted a god-rank potion!”

The audience abandoned all distractions, their eyes locked onto the sky above.

For many, this was the first time they had ever witnessed a celestial catastrophe.

At this moment, they became witnesses to history.