Reborn with Infinity Money System, I was Worshipped by All Universes! - Chapter 205

Chapter 205: Chapter202-Can You Sculpt an Egg?
“In our sculptor community, sure, there are a few who own an Astral Aurum Carver,” the old man said proudly, “but the Astral Aurum used to forge them is usually no older than three hundred years. That’s the standard. It’s not even in the same league as mine.”

“So, if you want to beat me, your sculpting knife would not only have to be an Astral Aurum Carver, but the Astral Aurum itself would need to be forged from ore older than nine hundred years. Otherwise, it’s just impossible!”

The white-haired elder smiled smugly, thoroughly confident in his superiority.

Snap!

As soon as he finished, Velen casually reached into his system space and pulled out a sculpting knife. “Elder, why don’t you help me identify how many years this Astral Aurum has been tempered for?”

“What?”

“You actually have an Astral Aurum Carver?!”

The old man’s face twisted in shock. This young man actually had one? That wasn’t just a bluff?

Hahahaha!

But the moment he examined Velen’s sculpting knife, the elder suddenly burst into wild, frenzied laughter. His expression bordered on manic disbelief.

“A ten-thousand-year Astral Aurum?!”

“I didn’t see this coming—not at all!”

“It’s actually made from ten-thousand-year-old Astral Aurum. I hereby declare this the greatest Astral Aurum Carver in the entire universe!”

Still shaking his head, the old man took a deep breath to calm himself. His eyes then turned toward the one he had previously considered his greatest treasure—his own Astral Aurum Carver inside the box.

Whoosh!

Without hesitation, the old man pulled his own carving knife from the box and tossed it aside like trash. Then, with both reverence and care, he placed Velen’s Astral Aurum Carver inside the ornate box instead.

He didn’t stop there.

He raised his hand and instantly cast dozens of layered defensive enchantments around the box, wrapping it in a protective cocoon.

This stunned Velen.

“What… is this a robbery in progress?”

Just as he was getting ready to unleash the Eye of Doom, he paused.

“No, I can’t use that yet.”

“Time to give my tycoon guards a little screen time. We’ll make it official—let the ‘Tycoon Guard’ take care of it.”

“The red-haired one-eyed man and the little girl are still back at the Fortress, so that leaves eight others. Hopefully, it’s not the barefoot guy. Please let it be someone new…”

Just as Velen was strategizing who might show up next, the white-haired elder unexpectedly handed the box—now housing the ten-thousand-year Astral Aurum Carver—back to him.

Wait, what?

You’re shutting off the movie right when I took my pants off?

That was how Velen felt. He had prepared himself for a dramatic counterattack, and instead the guy just… handed the knife back?

Even gave him a magically sealed box for protection?

“Young man,” the elder said solemnly, pushing the box into Velen’s hands, “this carving knife might be useless to most people, but in the eyes of a true sculptor, it is priceless beyond measure. You must never casually reveal it to others. You could easily invite disaster upon yourself.”

“You weren’t just about to steal it from me, were you?”

Velen raised an eyebrow, glancing at the sealed box in his hand and then back at the old man.

“Steal your Astral Aurum Carver?”

Hahahaha!

“Even if I did think about it… could I really pull it off? You think I didn’t notice you’re under the protection of the Three Great Knight Commanders of Uno Kingdom?”

The old man gestured subtly toward the window, where the three Kris—Arthur, Thunderbow God, and Kris himself—stood outside like shadows.

“Damn…”

“That’s terrifying!”

The old man wiped the sweat from his brow. “Truth is, I did have the thought. But the moment I placed that carving knife into the box, I felt a sliver of killing intent leak from those three… and I realized—if I made one wrong move, I’d be a dead man.”

He was still pale.

He hadn’t expected this seemingly average youth to have such monstrous backing that he could command the protection of three top-tier knight commanders.

Seriously?!

Shouldn’t you all be back studying sculptures?

I finally run into a halfway-decent opponent, and you’re here tailing me too?

Velen was exasperated. He gave a bitter smile. It was hard enough trying to stage a good “I almost died” scene!

“Young man, I lost the bet fair and square,” the old man said, now humble and sincere. “I’ll send you a complete sculpting kit shortly. As for the extra condition you added… you may ask me for the favor anytime. As long as I haven’t ascended to the Upper Plane Universe, the offer stands—permanently!”

The old man was now certain that Velen was no ordinary person. There was no telling what background he came from, but his identity was undoubtedly formidable.

“No need to wait.”

“I want you to help me carve 9,997 sculptures.”

Velen’s voice was calm.

Why not 10,000? Because he planned to save three Astral Aurum Carvers for Justin to use.

“Wh-what?!”

The elder’s eyes bulged. “How many did you say?!”

That was basically a death sentence!

“Relax,” Velen said with a chuckle. “They’re just ordinary sculptures. No need for artistic insight or law-infused symbolism.”

Whew!

The elder breathed a huge sigh of relief. If they were just basic sculptures, then even ten thousand wouldn’t be that bad for someone of his skill level.

“Chen Ming! Bring up ten thousand full sets of ordinary sculpting materials. Now!”

The elder shouted downstairs, his aged voice penetrating through the floors. It reached the clean-cut young man in the shop below with crystal clarity.

“I’ll provide the carving knives.”

As he spoke, Velen began pulling Astral Aurum Carvers out from his system space in handfuls.

Each one was forged from ten-thousand-year-old Astral Aurum.

Soon, the room was filled with the clink-clink-clink of precious blades colliding with one another.

Outside the room, the three knight commanders—Arthur, Thunderbow God, and Kris—were watching the scene through divine sense, and they all sighed in unison.

They weren’t sculptors, so they didn’t fully grasp how valuable these knives were. But the elder had explained it earlier—and now that Velen was pulling them out like candy, there was no doubt: each and every one of those blades was a ten-thousand-year Astral Aurum Carver.

Recalling their own torment from yesterday, the trio actually started to pity the white-haired elder.

This was even worse than dying.

“You… You don’t actually want me to use these ten-thousand-year Astral Aurum Carvers for those sculptures… do you?!”

The old man’s voice cracked.

Seeing the dense pile of ultra-rare carving knives, he nearly lost his mind.

Who the hell has this many?!

And even if you do—you don’t use them like this, right?!

He felt like a fool for treating his nine-hundred-year-old blade like a divine treasure… only to discover Velen had a warehouse full of ones over ten times more valuable—and was using them like they were disposable!

“That’s right. You’ll use these Astral Aurum Carvers.”

“One sculpture per knife—use it once and toss it.”

“I’m in a bit of a rush,” Velen added thoughtfully. “So just carve baby chicks.”

Afraid the old man might not know how to sculpt one, he gathered mana at his fingertips and quickly drew an example on the nearby table.

The old man: ???

A small circle on top of a big circle.

A less-than sign < sticking out from the small circle.

Two branch-like strokes under the big circle—like a pair of chicken feet.

This was the “baby chick”?!

Couldn’t he at least draw eyes on the thing?

The elder’s breathing turned erratic. His face went pale. He looked like he might faint from sheer rage at any moment.