Reborn with Infinity Money System, I was Worshipped by All Universes! - Chapter 278

Chapter 278: Chapter275-That Guy’s So Arrogant!
“Etenny, I’m heading out for a bit. And remember—don’t tell Velen that I’m going to the auction,” Anastasia instructed seriously.

“Don’t worry, Big Sis! This is our little secret between girls. I won’t tell a soul!” Etenny promised with a playful wink.

With that assurance, Anastasia activated her Spatial Portal and set off toward Uranus Star.

At the same time, numerous fortress lords and mages from nearby regions also began their journey to Uranus Star. Whether the news was true or not, joining the crowd for a little excitement was part of the fun of life.

Inside the Stellar Auction House.

“Your Highness Velen, since we released the announcement, most people in Uranus Star are doubting the authenticity of the news,” Sherlock reported as he entered Velen’s guest chamber.

“However, quite a few mages and representatives from nearby fortresses have already arrived.”

“But the venue has limited capacity. There’s no way we can allow everyone to participate in the bidding. How should we distribute the entry spots?”

“How to distribute them?” Velen leaned back lazily. “Sherlock, you’re the event organizer. Naturally, that decision is yours.”

“It doesn’t matter how much wealth they brought. Just let in whoever you like. Even if it’s a beggar—if you think they look interesting, let them in. No problem at all.”

Letting people in based on looks, not power or wealth?

Sherlock’s understanding of auction houses was turned completely upside down. Never had he imagined an auction could be operated like this.

“Your Highness, won’t this offend a lot of people? It might even affect the Stellar Auction’s reputation and future events.”

Despite personally enjoying this style, Sherlock felt compelled to raise the possible risks.

“Sherlock, as long as you have good stuff, are you really afraid no one will show up?”

“Relax. I’ll be leaving you plenty of treasures in the future. When that time comes, you can run things however you want. Your worries are unnecessary,” Velen replied with a casual grin.

For some reason, after hearing those words, it was as if a whole new world had opened up before Sherlock.

If this was how he could manage things in the future, he no longer resisted taking over the auction house. In fact, he was beginning to look forward to it.

With endless wealth and rare resources, even if he had less time to meditate, maybe his cultivation speed wouldn’t suffer at all.

“Your Highness, if we keep auctioning such precious treasures using this kind of format, wouldn’t it be too wasteful?”

The thought of someone winning an Astral Aurum Stone or a bottle of Lafite Vintage with a single low-grade manacrystal made Sherlock’s heart ache—despite how much he liked this chaotic system.

“Wasteful? And what’s wrong with being wasteful?”

“You control the auction format and decide who gets in. It all depends on your mood.”

“Just think—how many major forces will try to curry favor with you? To make a good impression, they’ll bend over backward. If you ever want to destroy a fortress, a wave of powerful allies will offer to do it for you.”

“The invisible value of that influence far exceeds your imagination! At that point, reputation, wealth, and power will all be within your grasp.”

Velen paused, then added, “Of course, this system can be flexible.”

“You can set aside one or two items as finale treasures and auction the rest normally.”

“Just imagine—how many people will scramble to consign their items to your auction house? And how many more will be willing to pay top dollar for even common items, just to win favor? Sherlock, you must learn to be adaptable.”

Sherlock was stunned.

So this was the “wasteful tycoon” his father had described?

This wasn’t wasteful at all—Velen was a commercial genius!

“Your Highness, I understand now! I promise, today’s noon auction will be a brilliant success!”

With that, Sherlock turned and left the room.

This management model was one of a kind. After all, only the Stellar Auction could produce such rare treasures.

Imagining himself turning Stellar Auction into the top auction house in the universe filled Sherlock with motivation. He even thought, if his father returned now, he might not be willing to hand back control.

Near noon, outside the Stellar Auction.

The crowd swelled with people.

“Iron Cub? What are you doing here?”

In the mass of people, Anastasia spotted Ironback Centipede and squeezed through the crowd to ask in surprise.

“My Lady? His Highness Velen sent me. He said if anyone causes trouble, I should ‘educate’ them with the furnace,” Ironback Centipede replied earnestly.

“You’re not needed here. Velen already has plenty of guards. Return to the fortress,” Anastasia ordered. She hoped to use this opportunity to meet other key players at the event.

Ironback Centipede looked torn.

His Highness had told him to stay, but the Lady was telling him to leave. Who should he listen to?

If only Brother Rabbit were here—he always made the decisions.

“Iron Cub, obey your Lady. Return to the fortress.”

Just then, Velen’s voice echoed in Ironback Centipede’s mind.

“My Lady, I’ll be heading back now,” he said, relieved. He hoisted the massive Dragon Flame Forge onto his back and swaggered out of the crowd.

As he passed through, people instinctively stepped aside, overwhelmed by the intimidating aura he exuded.

On the third floor of the auction house.

“Your Highness, that guy carrying the furnace is so damn arrogant!” Sherlock commented as he watched Ironback Centipede from the window.

“But we didn’t have enough time to promote this event. Most of the mages who came are relatively weak. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have gotten such a clear path.”

“He’s our fortress’s spellbeast—an Ascended Rank powerhouse,” Velen said casually. “Anyone dares block his path, he just smashes them with the furnace.”

“What? An… Ascended Rank spellbeast?”

Sherlock was stunned.

His own father was only at Ascended Rank level 3. An Ascended Rank spellbeast was practically a mountain he could never climb.

“See that woman in white down there?” Velen pointed to the crowd. “She’s the lord of our fortress and also my mentor. Make sure she gets a bidding token.”

“Understood, Your Highness. The auction’s about to start. I’ll go prepare now.”

With that, Sherlock jumped straight out the window.

Below, the entire crowd turned their attention toward him in shock.

“Damn it! You lazy bastard. What, walking down the stairs was too hard?”

Velen couldn’t help but want to kick him.

He hadn’t expected Sherlock to leap out the window like that—and now Anastasia had spotted him immediately.

“So it was him organizing this auction!” Anastasia narrowed her eyes at the window Velen stood behind. “Just wait—I’ll get even with you this time!”

She had been on the receiving end of Velen’s tricks far too many times. This time, she was determined to strike back.

“System, I’m hosting this auction. For safety, shouldn’t I be allowed early protection from an official guardian?”

Velen mentally asked his system.

Ding! “Special event detected. Early protection granted.”

A Spatial Rift opened in the guest room, and a figure stepped out—a man clad in a long black trench coat.

“Blackie?” Velen blinked in surprise. “What happened to your face?”

Blackie had bruises all over, his nose and cheeks swollen.

“Master, it was those two guys earlier… They said I was acting too cocky and taught me a lesson.”

Blackie scratched his head awkwardly.