Reborn with Infinity Money System, I was Worshipped by All Universes!-Chapter 167 164-A 10,000-Year-Old Lafite? I’m Done For!

"You want the pass in my hands?"

"Kid, don't say I look down on you, but can you even afford it?"

Drunken Priest looked at Velen with great interest and asked.

"You really like drinking?"

Huh?

Instead of answering his question, the other party responded with this inquiry, which made Drunken Priest freeze for a moment.

"I am Drunken Priest! I sacrifice with wine, and wine grants me strength!"

"You tell me—do I like drinking or not?"

Drunken Priest grinned and answered Velen's question with another question.

"I have wine—do you have a story?"

Velen directly placed a bottle of Lafite Vintage on the table.

Then, he took out two glasses and filled them up.

In an instant, the rich aroma of wine filled the entire tavern.

"Holy shit! What's that incredible scent?"

"Oh my God, I've never smelled such a rich fragrance! Is this… is this wine?"

A group of people around them was immediately intoxicated by the aroma.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

However, upon catching the scent, Drunken Priest's expression changed dramatically as he staggered backward several steps in horror.

He pointed at Velen in shock. "You—you're trying to kill me?"

What the hell?

Velen was stunned.

This old man actually recognized the wine?

Seeing Drunken Priest's reaction, Velen was taken aback.

Originally, he had planned to smash a few bottles of fine wine to provoke the other party.

Letting him drink it was out of the question—because after tasting it, any other wine would pale in comparison.

"You know this wine?"

Velen was somewhat surprised.

This was a system-issued item—probably something incredibly rare across the Singularity Battlefield.

"Lafite Vintage!"

"This wine is the ultimate cosmic terror!"

"Countless wine lovers have completely given up drinking because of it! Stay away from me! Get that thing out of my sight!"

Seeing that Velen seemed to know nothing, Drunken Priest slightly relaxed his guard and began explaining.

"How do you have this wine? Have you drunk it before?"

Drunken Priest looked at Velen, curiosity filling his eyes.

"I have."

Sigh!

Hearing this, Drunken Priest let out a deep sigh, then looked at Velen and said, "You're done for, kid. Totally done for. This lifetime, you're destined to be forever estranged from wine."

"This Lafite Vintage may be exquisitely fragrant, but it comes with a terrifying consequence!"

"Anyone who drinks it will find all other wines dull and tasteless. Their mind will be haunted by its taste!"

"However, this effect isn't permanent—it depends on how long the wine has been aged. The longer it's been sealed, the longer the effect lasts."

Oh?

So that's how it works?

Velen was genuinely surprised.

This was new information.

When the system had introduced Lafite Vintage, it had only mentioned that drinking it would make one obsessed with alcohol and that all other wines would lose their appeal. But it hadn't said that the effect was temporary.

"System, is what he's saying true?"

To verify this, Velen asked the system directly.

Ding! "The information provided is correct. The post-drinking effect lasts for one-tenth of the aging period. This calculation is based on one bottle. Drinking additional bottles increases the effect proportionally by another tenth of the aging period."

One-tenth?

So, if he had consumed a 10,000-year-aged Lafite Vintage, he would have to endure its effects for 1,000 years before they wore off?

And if he drank ten bottles, the effect would last 10,000 years?

If he drank a hundred bottles… then he'd be suffering for 100,000 years!

"By the way, how old is this Lafite Vintage?"

At this moment, Drunken Priest suddenly thought of something and looked at Velen, full of curiosity.

"Ten... no, one..."

Before Velen could finish speaking, Drunken Priest's eyes lit up. He grabbed the filled wine glass from the table and downed it in one go!

The moment he drank it, an expression of extreme enjoyment spread across his face.

"No wonder the wine lovers of Chaos City are willing to risk everything just to have a sip of this wine despite knowing how terrifying it is!"

"I've been drinking all my life, and I declare this to be the best wine ever!"

Then, Drunken Priest smiled and continued, "And since this wine has only been aged for ten years, I suppose enduring a year without drinking is worth it!"

Ten years?

I was going to say one hundred thousand years, then realized my mistake and was about to correct it to ten thousand years—but you were just too fast! Your hands were too quick! Your mouth was too greedy!

"My friend, this wine is strange. Since I'll have to endure a year of withdrawal anyway, can I have two more glasses?"

"Don't worry, I, Drunken Priest, don't take advantage of people. I'll trade this pass for the wine—how about that?"

Staring at the Lafite Vintage bottle on the table, Drunken Priest gulped and immediately took out the pass.

At this point, he was desperate to drink more!

"It's all yours."

Since things had already come to this, Velen could only smile wryly.

Originally, he had wanted to show off some expensive wine and provoke the old man.

Who would have thought it would turn out like this?

Drunken Priest, hearing his response, immediately lifted his glass excitedly.

Gulp! Gulp!

After finishing two more glasses, Drunken Priest suddenly recalled that Velen had been trying to say something earlier.

He looked at him and asked, "Right, you were saying one something—what was it?"

"Uh... I misspoke earlier. The wine's aging isn't in the tens."

Velen coughed lightly.

???

Not ten years?

Then the "one" at the beginning of the number means… one hundred?

Drunken Priest suddenly felt uneasy.

No way!

"One year?"

Seeing Velen shake his head, Drunken Priest's face turned pale.

He swallowed hard and asked cautiously, "Then… one hundred years?"

Please, I beg you! Don't shake your head!

I'm already panicking here!

Seeing Velen shake his head again, Drunken Priest's mentality completely collapsed!

"One thousand years?!"

Drunken Priest was on the verge of going insane.

"I actually drank a 1,000-year-aged Lafite Vintage?!"

"Dammit! Jesus! Heavens above! I have to endure 100 years without alcohol?!"

I'm done for!

Since it wasn't 100 years, he had already resigned himself to the idea that it was 1,000 years.

After all, a 10,000-year-aged Lafite Vintage was a legendary treasure even among the best liquor stores in Chaos City.

"Uh… actually, it's 10,000 years."

Velen awkwardly corrected him.

He even felt a little guilty looking at the despair on Drunken Priest's face.

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What?!

10,000 years?!

Hah… Hah…

Guess what?

I just drank a 10,000-year-old Lafite Vintage!

Hahaha!

10,000 years!

HAHAHAHA!

I'm going insane!

Upon hearing Velen's words, Drunken Priest completely lost it.

A thousand years without drinking? That's basically a death sentence!

For five whole minutes, his face cycled through joy, anger, sorrow, and despair before finally calming down.

"Guess I was unlucky. Since it's come to this, I might as well take this chance to quit drinking!"

Hearing this, Velen felt like he should compensate him somehow.

Bang!

Clang!

Crash!

One bottle after another of 10,000-year-old Lafite Vintage appeared from Velen's system inventory and was placed on the table.

Some bottles even shattered from the impact.

Seeing this, Drunken Priest's face turned completely pale.

What the hell are you doing?!

Seriously, what the hell are you doing?!

"I wasn't actually planning to quit drinking!"

"I was just trying to console myself psychologically!"

"I just needed to endure 1,000 years! I was still planning to drink again afterward!"

"But now, what the hell are you trying to do?! Extending my suffering until the day I die?!"