Reborn with Infinity Money System, I was Worshipped by All Universes! - Chapter 203

Chapter 203: Chapter200-Are You Sure You Want to Accept My Reward?
“Old Bow, already losing it?”

“Weren’t you bragging about how good your mental state was just now?”

Arthur chuckled as he walked up to Thunderbow God, teasing him casually.

Damn!

Hearing Arthur’s words, Thunderbow God immediately blew up.

“Shut the hell up!”

“I’m losing it? Me?”

“Don’t even joke—ask me to burn one? I’ll smile. A hundred? A thousand? I’ll still smile. I swear I won’t shed a tear!”

Thunderbow God stood up abruptly, determined to prove his point. As he did, he discreetly wiped away the small circle he had drawn with his foot just moments ago.

“Alright, as long as you’re okay.”

“I told you already—His Highness goes absolutely insane when it comes to throwing away resources. You’ve seen it with your own eyes now.”

“Let’s go. We shouldn’t keep him waiting.”

Arthur gave Thunderbow God a friendly pat on the shoulder and turned to head back toward Velen.

“Old Bow? Why’d you stop?”

Arthur had suddenly frozen in place, prompting Thunderbow God to glance toward the direction of Velen with confusion.

Gulp.

Velen had just upended a massive storage sack, pouring out sculpture after sculpture onto the ground.

When Thunderbow God saw the heaps of statues piling up on either side of Velen, he couldn’t help but swallow hard. His voice trembled as he asked, “Arthur… those sculptures… don’t tell me they all contain the Order of Bow and Order of Spear?”

“Let’s go take a look. You’ll see for yourself.”

Though Arthur didn’t give a direct answer, his tone was heavy. Judging by the size of those mounds of sculptures, he had a terrifying suspicion—they all contained law-infused power.

This was too insane!

“You’re finally back.”

“Arthur, you sit on the left. All the sculptures on that side are imbued with the Will of the Bow, with the Order of Bow embedded in each. You’ll open them up one by one and tear them in half. This time, don’t let the fire go out again!”

“Thunderbow God, you sit on the right. You know what to do.”

As soon as Arthur and Thunderbow God returned, Velen started issuing instructions without skipping a beat.

His decisiveness left Justin completely dumbfounded.

He really wanted to ask: Weren’t we here to help him? When did it become him tormenting us?

“Your Highness… are you kidding?”

“All of these sculptures in front of me—thousands of them—each one contains the Will of the Bow and the Order of Bow?”

What the hell???

Arthur stood frozen, stunned beyond belief.

Statues with Order of Bow embedded in them were already rare—how could there be so many?!

And not only was Velen hoarding them in bulk, but he was also burning them like firewood?

This was outrageous! The sheer wastefulness was beyond belief!

“Arthur, I may not have many good traits, but if there’s one thing I don’t do, it’s bluff.”

“Check them one by one. You’ll see soon enough.”

Velen smiled, speaking calmly.

Several minutes later—

“Old Bow, you said you wouldn’t cry! We have to stay strong!”

Across from him, Arthur was trying to comfort Thunderbow God, who was crying as he ripped apart statue after statue. But as he consoled his friend, Arthur’s own tears refused to be held back.

“I said I wouldn’t cry over a hundred, or even a thousand, but damn it—I’ve already torn apart nearly ten thousand!”

“And every single one is infused with the Order of Bow. Every time I rip one, it’s like tearing a piece of my soul!”

“I’ve been stuck at the peak of bow mastery for nearly a hundred years. I finally see hope on the horizon, and now I’m burning that hope to ashes, piece by piece. This is torture—mental and spiritual!”

Thunderbow God vented his emotions furiously.

He sobbed while mechanically tearing apart the sculptures and tossing them into the fire. It was like watching a dying man grind bottle after bottle of life-saving elixirs into dust.

It wasn’t just cruel—it was soul-crushing.

“Old Bow… why do you think His Highness is doing this to us?”

“We haven’t done anything to anger him, right?”

Thunderbow God’s tone had softened after his emotional outburst. He finally asked the question that had been haunting him.

“I’ve been wondering the same thing.”

“These sculptures… it’s like he specifically chose them just to torment us. If they were infused with any other laws, I wouldn’t feel a thing while burning them!”

“And he came to us for help! We even refused his reward. Why’s he punishing us like this…”

Halfway through his words, Arthur suddenly paused, a thought striking him.

He turned his head sharply and stared at Velen, who lay not far away on a reclining chair.

“Reward?”

“Is it… because we refused his reward?”

Thunderbow God was dumbfounded.

“I didn’t even think about that!”

“His Highness is a known spendthrift—a tycoon! If he offers a reward and we reject it… isn’t that like slapping him in the face?”

“He must be mad about that!”

Thunderbow God stood there, stunned. “So you’re saying… we’re burning what would have been our reward?”

Moments later—

“Arthur!!!”

“You bastard, you set me up!”

A furious roar cut through the air. Everyone turned to look up.

Hovering above the courtyard was Kris, his face twisted in fury. He brandished a longsword and swooped down, ready to cut Arthur in half.

“I’m gonna kill you!”

“Kris, come down. I need a favor.”

“On it, Your Highness!”

The moment Velen spoke, Kris immediately sheathed his sword and dropped down from the sky.

“Your Highness, what do you need?”

Kris asked quickly, genuinely fearful. That one-eyed, red-haired man was terrifying—his methods cruel beyond belief.

“I need a small favor from you. Don’t worry, your reward will be generous.”

They were almost finished now—only Kris’s ten thousand sculptures remained. Velen went straight to the point.

“Of course!”

“Whatever it is, Your Highness, just say the word! I’ll take whatever reward you give!”

Kris’s eyes gleamed with anticipation.

Velen: ???

Hearing Kris’s response, Velen was momentarily stunned.

Wait—weren’t you supposed to refuse the reward?

How the hell am I supposed to dump those ten thousand sculptures on you now?

Not far away, Arthur and Thunderbow God both looked on with envy. They envied Kris for choosing correctly—and avoiding the torment they had endured.

“You’re sure… you want to accept my reward?”

Velen stared at Kris, face darkening, and repeated the question.

Huh?

Seeing Velen’s expression grow grim, Kris started to panic.

Crap!

Did I mess up again?

Panicking, Kris quickly added, “How could I possibly accept a reward from Your Highness? Whatever you need, I’ll do it—no reward necessary!”

“No reward?”

“I’m the number one tycoon in the universe, the undefeated prince of extravagance! I ask someone for help, and you think I can’t afford a reward?”

“Are you looking down on me?”

Crap again!

Kris’s brain just short-circuited. What was he supposed to do—accept it or not?

Moments later.

Kris sat alone by the fire, hollow-eyed, mind blank. He tore sculpture after sculpture and tossed them into the flames, crying silently. The way he looked at the fire—it was like watching the death of his youth.

Arthur and Thunderbow God exchanged glances, both smiling bitterly.

They understood now.

It didn’t matter whether they accepted the reward or not—Velen had made up his mind.

He was going to torment them either way.