Reborn with Infinity Money System, I was Worshipped by All Universes! - Chapter 77

Chapter 77: Chapter77-Avenge My Son
“Only one of the ten Lv9 furnaces remains. I’ll just keep it for myself.”

Velen muttered to himself, feeling relieved that his system’s flaunting task was finally nearing completion.

At that moment, an enraged, murderous voice roared from the outskirts of Fortress, shaking the entire stronghold.

“Everyone in Fortress, get out here!”

“You dare kill my son?! You must pay in blood!”

Simon, the Hall Master of Triad Sanctum, stormed in with his forces, surrounding Fortress like an overwhelming black cloud, exuding immense pressure.

However, Ethan, upon seeing Simon and his men, merely curled his lips in disdain.

“Triad Sanctum? You people think you can cause trouble here? Do you really believe us old folks are easy to bully?”

As he spoke, he gripped his furnace tightly by its leg and soared into the sky!

“Velen, stay here and enjoy the show—leave the rest to us!”

“Fortress has been keeping a low profile for too long. Today, we’ll use their heads to make a statement!”

Robert also hoisted up a furnace and shot into the air!

“Triad Sanctum? Quite a well-known force, but why did you have to pick a fight with us?”

Anastasia’s gaze was sharp and ruthless. She had never feared threats or challenges.

In fact, she was itching for a battle after going so long without one!

“Lord Anastasia, don’t forget to bring your furnace—smash them!”

Velen reminded her from the sidelines.

Meanwhile, Simon’s subordinates, standing around him, glared down at Fortress with murderous intent.

“Hall Master, rest assured! Today marks the end of Fortress! They dared to harm our young master—they’ve sealed their fate!”

“Exactly! The young master was such a fine man! How could they bring themselves to harm him? They have no conscience!”

“We must make everyone in Fortress pay with their lives!”

The lackeys flattered Simon one after another, their expressions filled with bloodlust.

Hearing their words, Simon’s face turned even colder.

“Simply killing them would be too merciful.”

“When we’re done, sell all the women in Fortress to those pleasure clubs—let them live in endless suffering. As for the others, harvest their organs piece by piece.”

As soon as his cruel words echoed through the air, the men of Triad Sanctum suddenly widened their eyes in shock, pointing down at Fortress.

“Hall Master… something about Fortress seems strange!”

From their vantage point, they could clearly see that Ethan, Robert, and the others were all carrying absurdly heavy-looking furnaces, an utterly bizarre and ridiculous sight.

“Furnaces? Am I seeing things, or are they all carrying furnaces?”

“Is this some crazy alchemist faction?”

“Even if that’s the case, who charges into battle lugging furnaces?”

“They must be lunatics!”

The Triad Sanctum troops mocked and jeered.

But Simon, their leader, did not laugh.

Instead, his expression grew even more serious.

Because whether it was Ethan or Robert, the sheer aura they radiated was terrifying. Even he felt an overwhelming sense of danger from them!

“Simon, you’re really courting death by daring to lay a hand on Fortress.”

“If you make a move against us, you will pay the price. Even if your Triad Sanctum’s Grand Senator steps in, he won’t be able to save you today!”

Ethan tightened his grip on his furnace, his eyes brimming with killing intent as he glared at Simon.

He didn’t even bother asking why Simon was attacking Fortress. It wasn’t important.

In the vast galactic territories, the law of the jungle reigns supreme.

As long as you are strong enough, no one dares to challenge you!

Upon hearing Ethan speak, Simon’s pupils contracted.

There was something familiar about this old dwarf.

His face turned pale as he hesitantly asked,

“Who… who are you? Why do I feel like I’ve seen you before?”

“Me? I was once Ethan of Taina Planet. Now, I am a Senatorial Advisor of Fortress.”

“It’s not surprising that you don’t know me—but your Grand Senator sure does. After all, he still owes me a massive debt for my forging services!”

As he spoke, a torrential surge of mana erupted from Ethan’s body, sweeping through the battlefield like a tidal wave!

At the same time, his Bloodline Suppression, honed through body-tempering forging techniques, spread in all directions!

In an instant, the entire Triad Sanctum force was engulfed in a double-layered pressure!

“Ethan?!”

“Are you really Master Ethan?! No way—how could a legendary figure like you be in a backwater place like Fortress?! Didn’t the Grand Senator say that Master Ethan hates being tied down by factions?!”

Simon was utterly horrified.

He had finally recognized Ethan.

This wasn’t just some random blacksmith—he was a renowned master craftsman with frightening combat prowess.

Just this one man alone was enough to annihilate every single one of them!

The gap in level and power was simply too massive.

But… why was he here?

Realizing the danger, Simon immediately abandoned his arrogance, lowering his head in desperation.

“Master Ethan, this is all a misunderstanding!”

“My son was killed not long ago, and I used Mourning of the Fallen to track his killer here—I didn’t come here to be your enemy!”

However, Ethan merely shook his head repeatedly.

“Simon, at this stage, your lies are just pathetic.”

“Your useless son was constantly protected by strong bodyguards, and you valued him immensely.”

“Do you really expect me to believe that someone from Fortress could defeat your elite guards?”

Ethan then turned toward Ironback Centipede, Anastasia, and the others, who had just arrived.

“Tell me—has anyone here killed a useless young man recently?”

Anastasia and the rest shook their heads.

They had barely left Fortress lately—let alone gotten into fights.

In fact, they didn’t even know who Simon’s son was.

Seeing their predictable reaction, Ethan sneered at Simon.

“You might be able to fool others, but you can’t fool me. I know how Triad Sanctum operates—you people always plunder wherever you go.”

“This time is no different—you targeted Fortress.”

“Too bad for you—you picked the wrong place!”

“In your next life, remember this—not every force is yours to rob!”

With those words, Ethan lunged at Simon and his forces, furnace in hand!

BOOM!

The sickening sound of a skull shattering echoed through the air.

A high-ranking Triad Sanctum officer, who had just been mocking Fortress, didn’t even have time to wipe the smirk off his face before Ethan’s furnace smashed his head to pulp.

Blood and brain matter splattered across the surrounding warriors, who froze in terror.

They had never imagined that this master blacksmith would be so ruthless, charging into battle wielding a furnace like a warhammer!

From afar, Anastasia watched in shock as Ethan rampaged through the battlefield, reducing high-ranking Triad Sanctum members to gory smears with each swing of his furnace.

Her eye twitched.

“…So this is the power of using a furnace as a weapon?”

“He’s like a bloody, unstoppable killing machine!”

“If anyone in Fortress misbehaves in the future… I might start carrying a furnace too.”

Meanwhile, Velen arrived and marveled at Ethan’s rampage.

“Tsk, tsk. I told you furnaces make great weapons—one swing, one kill!”

Seeing Velen’s excited expression, Anastasia’s mouth twitched.

Only Velen’s bizarre mind could come up with such a ridiculous combat style.

At this moment, Ethan, like a wolf among sheep, had already finished off Simon—the last standing member of Triad Sanctum—with a single, decisive strike.

“Lord Anastasia, I think they were really coming for me!”

Anastasia, who had been about to return to Fortress, paused mid-step, her face full of surprise.

Was Simon telling the truth?

“Did you really kill his son? Were they actually here for revenge?”

She turned to Velen, needing confirmation.

Velen might be a habitual show-off, but he rarely actively provoked trouble. So what exactly had happened this time?

Was this meant to increase the difficulty for everyone in Fortress?

“How did you kill his son?”

“When did you two even cross paths?”

Anastasia was baffled.

She knew that while Velen loved flaunting his wealth, he wasn’t the type to enjoy killing.

Velen scratched his head. “I was asleep at the time, so I have no idea what happened. When I woke up, they were already dead.”

Anastasia’s eyes widened.

What the hell?

Did he kill people in his sleep?

And then, when their allies came seeking revenge, he wiped out all of them too?!

“Lord Anastasia, these Triad Sanctum people were scum. They were always committing atrocities—taking them out only enhances Fortress’s reputation!”

Ethan clapped his hands casually, as if he had just finished a chore.

Velen chimed in, “Triad Sanctum has long been known for bullying the weak and oppressing the innocent—they’re an evil organization through and through. Senator Ethan, you’ve done a great deed by eliminating them!”

Hearing Velen’s praise, Ethan’s grin stretched ear to ear.

This wasn’t just anyone’s praise—this was Velen’s!

After all, Velen never missed an opportunity to mock them, so getting his approval was unexpectedly satisfying.

The thrill of being praised was addictive.

After all, Velen was a legendary tycoon!

Receiving his recognition was no small feat.

At that moment, Ethan almost wished for more enemies—so he could further prove his strength to Velen!

Seeing Ethan completely intoxicated by a single compliment, Anastasia sighed and rubbed her temples.

Compared to Velen, her own leadership felt utterly insignificant.

He always stole the spotlight.

But soon, her expression changed again—her eye twitched violently.

Wait, what did Velen just say?

Triad Sanctum was a vile organization?

That’s not what he said earlier!

Shameless!

Still, everyone seemed so happy, and she didn’t want to dampen their spirits.

So, she swallowed her words, though she felt a deep sense of frustration.

Not just for herself, but even for Simon and his men.

Finally, she glanced at the bloodied remains of Simon and his forces, then dragged her heavy furnace back into Fortress.

“By the way, Lord Anastasia, have you signed up for Star Hunt?”

Just as Anastasia was leaving, Velen suddenly called out.

This was a system task!

It could earn him a massive amount of luxury points!

“Star Hunt begins in one week. I’ve already signed you all up—you just need to show up.”

Anastasia stopped and turned to face Velen.

“For safety, you should have one of the Senators lead the team.”

After speaking, a rare smile appeared on her stunning face.

Having more Senators around was proving to be an advantage—she no longer needed to handle everything herself.

She could finally focus on leveling up.

Since Anastasia didn’t want to lead the team, Velen decided to ask the system.

“System, what exactly is Anastasia busy with? Why doesn’t she want to come with us?”

Fate’s Trojan spun briefly before responding:

“Lord Anastasia is the Celestial Hall Saintess from the Upper Plane Universe.”

“She was ambushed and killed by three enemy factions—the Dark Church, the Bloodthirsty Insect Emperor, and the Spellbeast Alliance. The divine treasure of her temple protected her, allowing her to reincarnate into the lower world.”

“Every day, Lord Anastasia is focused on leveling up, hoping to return to the Upper Plane Universe and take revenge.”

“Whether in her past life or this one, she has had no time for romance…”

Hearing this, Velen frowned.

Was the system… gossiping?!

Why did it suddenly drop all this personal history?

“A saintess from the Upper Plane Universe?!”

“She was hunted down and killed? No wonder she spends every waking moment training and leveling up!”

Velen suddenly felt sorry for her.

She must have been through hell—and she was still struggling every day.

At that moment, he made a silent vow:

He would help Fortress’s Senators and disciples ascend to the Upper Plane Universe… and make those bastards pay in blood!

The Dark Church, the Bloodthirsty Insect Emperor, the Spellbeast Alliance…

They would all regret ever crossing Lord Anastasia!

Anastasia was his chosen partner!

How dare they bully her?!

“Congratulations, Host! You have confirmed your chosen partner! Reward: 1,000,000,000 bottles of Bloodline Upgrade Potion!”

Bloodline Upgrade Potion:

Gradually enhances the user’s bloodline, improving talent.

Minor doses have limited effects, but there is no upper limit to the enhancement.

Slightly bitter taste.

“… One billion?!”

Velen’s eyes widened in disbelief.

He carefully counted the zeroes—yep, ten digits.

One billion Bloodline Upgrade Potions!

This stuff was insanely powerful!

It could endlessly enhance bloodline strength!

Even if a single dose had limited effects, he had one billion bottles!

As for considering Anastasia as his partner…

Well, he had been eyeing her since day one—not for her looks, but for her spiritually compatible soul!

(Definitely not because of her body.)

In fact, the first time he saw Anastasia, he had already thought of names for their future children!

Why else would he treat her so well?

Why else would he care so much about Fortress?

“If everyone strengthens their bloodline, they’ll be able to absorb mana faster. Their attack power and combat efficiency will increase exponentially.

“If they can reach the level of Fenrir Bloodline, then even in the Upper Plane Universe, they’ll be unstoppable!”

Velen squinted.

This Bloodline Upgrade Potion had come at the perfect time!

Immediately, he handed ten bottles to Ironback Centipede.

At this, everyone nearby—including Robert—began breathing heavily.

They knew what this meant.

Velen was about to show off again!

However, none of them knew exactly what this potion did—only that it was different from the ones before.

As Velen took out more potions, he suddenly thought of something.

“System, didn’t I already use up today’s special items? Why didn’t I get a notification?”

“The other Lv9 furnaces have already been used, but the one in your possession has not been activated yet.”

Understanding this, Velen retrieved his Lv9 furnace, then poured his mana into it.

WHOOSH!

Flames erupted like tidal waves, instantly engulfing Simon’s remains.

FWOOSH!

The ground charred black, bodies reduced to ashes.

The spectators were shocked.

How could Velen activate an Lv9 furnace so easily?

He was nowhere near Ascended Rank!

“Congratulations, Host! You have spent today’s special item! Reward: 1,000 luxury points and the Holy Light Set!”

Holy Light Set:

A luxurious gold-threaded undergarment woven from sacred silk.

Emits divine light when viewed, making it impossible to see through.

Provides warmth, comfort, and divine protection.

…???

Velen stared at the bikini-like Holy Light Set.

This is… lingerie for big-chested women… and white tigers?!

His entire body stiffened.

If he gave this to Anastasia, she would skin him alive!