Reborn with Infinity Money System, I was Worshipped by All Universes! - Chapter 208

Chapter 208: Chapter205-Recruiting Spendthrift Disciples? Start By Poaching From Home!
“Mentor, are my two senior sisters powerful?”

Now that he had officially become Velen’s disciple, Kidd was eager to learn more about his newly acquired senior sisters.

“Your First Senior Sister is a Holy-type mage. Her favorite thing is purifying the darkness in people’s hearts.”

“Your Second Senior Sister is a master of all types of divination. If you ever peeked at someone bathing as a kid, she could easily divine it!”

Velen gave a casual but honest description of Caitlin and Sophia.

But as Kidd listened, his chubby face started twitching, and his mind raced with wild imagination.

“Little brother,” a gentle voice echoed in his thoughts, “wanna come play? Big Sis’s purification magic feels sooo good!”

“Little brother,” another teasing voice added, “should I help you recall all your childhood memories? I’m really accurate with my readings~”

Tremble.

Just imagining those scenarios made Kidd shiver violently. He didn’t dare keep thinking about what might happen if those two older sisters got too curious…

“Right,” Velen suddenly added, “I didn’t finish earlier.”

“I want you to help me recruit disciples for the Tycoon Club throughout the Dark Eye Galaxy and Singularity Battlefield. Anyone with potential for extravagant spending and showy behavior can be considered—”

“—But there are three conditions you must always keep in mind.”

His expression turned serious as he laid out the rules.

“First, loyalty.”

“They must be loyal to the Tycoon Club, and loyal to me.”

“Second, morality.”

“They’re allowed to be wasteful and flashy with rare items—but they cannot use this as a pretense to do evil or harm innocent people.”

“Third, reputation.”

“When others hear the name ‘Tycoon Club,’ they must not immediately associate us with a bunch of rich fools or pushovers. Never become the world’s laughingstock.”

Before Kidd could respond, a clear mechanical voice echoed in Velen’s mind:

“Ding! Host, you don’t need to worry about enforcing these rules. The system will handle everything.”

“Ding! Any new regulations or changes you set for the Tycoon Club will be instantly updated and transmitted to all members via their Tycoon Mark. Please focus solely on leadership and long-term direction. The rest, leave to the system!”

“Holy crap!”

Velen’s jaw dropped. “System, do your parents even know how awesome you are?!”

This was insane. He didn’t need to micromanage anything. He just had to point the way, and the entire Club would run like a well-oiled machine. This was the dream—he could keep being an irresponsible tycoon while the system did all the grunt work.

“Ding! This system has no parents. It is a universal module. Please refrain from making inappropriate remarks.”

“…Right,” Velen replied with a wry smile. “Efficient, but clearly not programmed for humor.”

Meanwhile, Kidd had been about to ask for more details about the three rules when suddenly, a surge of unfamiliar information flooded his mind.

He froze.

“This… is this the Tycoon Mark? The exclusive mark for Tycoon Club disciples?”

He stared at his right palm in awe, where a white glowing character meaning “Spend” had appeared.

Celestia Academy.

After being bombarded by relentless lectures from three Grand Senators, Caitlin had finally begun forming good habits in spendthrift cultivation. While her style of lavishness still needed improvement, she was making progress.

Just then, her eyes snapped open as foreign information streamed into her consciousness.

“What Mentor said about spreading disciples across the lower universes… he wasn’t joking. He was actually serious!”

She looked at her palm, now glowing with the same “Spend” symbol.

Her gaze grew resolute.

“Mentor only takes in ten disciples,” she murmured, “and as the First Disciple, I must never shame him or the Tycoon Club.”

Fully awakened by the data, Caitlin embraced her mission with renewed determination.

Tarot Order.

In a hidden chamber, Sophia was deep in arcane study when she, too, suddenly jolted upright.

As waves of new knowledge surged into her mind, her body trembled—not from fear, but excitement.

“I’ve been thinking too small!”

“I thought Mentor was only playing the game in this dimension… but his goal is to dominate thousands of lower planes!”

“Controlling the Tarot Order is just my starting point. I’ve got to push harder!”

Her eyes gleamed as she set her sights far beyond the stars.

Dark Eye Galaxy, Holy Light Temple.

“Mentor, I understand everything now. You can head back. I swear, I won’t let you down.”

Velen paused mid-step, surprised by Kidd’s sudden statement.

Wait a minute—I haven’t even explained the details of the three rules yet. How do you already know everything?

Then it clicked.

“System, you already pushed the updates, didn’t you?”

As he thought this, Kidd confirmed it aloud:

“Mentor, I now have access to Tycoon Club’s teleportation and voice transmission functions. I can report to you at any time. And if needed, I can teleport to your side with your permission.”

“Hold up,” Velen blinked, “you can teleport to me?”

“Yes,” Kidd nodded seriously. “As your disciple, I have this ability—but I can only use it with your approval.”

Hearing this, another question popped into Velen’s mind.

“System, when these spendthrift disciples need mana crystals, how do I deliver them? Do I just dump a pile into their laps and let them burn through it?”

“Ding! No need to worry, Host. All resources will be distributed via the Tycoon Mark directly into the disciples’ hands.”

“Ding! You only need to make decisions and collect tribute from their extravagant feats. All logistics will be handled by the system.”

He was stunned—and thrilled.

So now he was officially just a figurehead boss who got all the glory while doing none of the work?

This system was god-tier.

“Alright, since you’re all set, I’ll leave now. Contact me if anything comes up.”

Velen turned and stepped into the Spatial Rift, returning to his courtyard residence in Commander Kris’s estate.

Behind him, Kidd clenched his fists and flew straight toward the Holy Light Temple’s main hall.

“Recruiting spendthrift disciples… starts with poaching from my own house!”

His mentor and the Grand Senator—both knew nothing of what was to come. Kidd was ready to bring them into the Tycoon Club… if, of course, they met the criteria.

Inside the Grand Hall.

“On the path of power, loyalty to a single mentor isn’t mandatory,” Mark said calmly. “But one thing confuses me. You’ve acknowledged Velen as your teacher. What exactly can he teach you?”

Kidd straightened his back, looked him in the eye, and said with pride:

“He teaches his disciples how to live lavishly—how to spend recklessly and extravagantly, like absolute maniacs!”

“…???”

Mark and Lucas stared at him in stunned silence.

Did they just hear that right?