Reborn with Infinity Money System, I was Worshipped by All Universes!-Chapter 168 165-Young Master Velen, Do You Still Have That Bath Wine From Last Time?

"Drunken Priest, since you've decided to quit drinking anyway, today I'll let you drink to your heart's content!"

"Don't worry, I've got plenty of this wine, and every single bottle is aged 10,000 years!"

"If ten bottles aren't enough, I'll bring a hundred! If a hundred aren't enough, I'll bring a thousand! As long as you can drink, I'll keep supplying!"

After placing thirty bottles of Lafite Vintage on the table, Velen looked at Drunken Priest with a smug, extravagant expression.

"One bottle lasts a thousand years—a thousand bottles would mean a million years!"

"This kid really wants to wipe me out, making sure I never drink again for the rest of my life!"

Hearing Velen's words and looking at the thirty bottles of Lafite Vintage covering the entire table, Drunken Priest's eyes turned red!

This is a disaster!

If he didn't have the wine, that would be fine!

But now that it was right in front of him, he couldn't resist the urge to drink it all!

The fatal allure of Lafite Vintage was no joke!

Taking a deep breath, Drunken Priest forced himself to calm down and gritted his teeth. "My friend, I was joking just now!"

"I wasn't really planning to quit drinking—I was just comforting myself! If you do this, you'll actually kill me!"

"So should I put them away?"

Hearing this, Velen responded with a sincere expression.

He had truly intended to compensate Drunken Priest—who knew this guy never actually planned to quit drinking?

"Even if you put them away, I'll still be thinking about them!"

"You shouldn't have taken them out in the first—"

Crash! Crash! Crash!

Before he could even finish his sentence, the crisp shattering sounds of wine bottles breaking rang out.

Drunken Priest froze in place.

Am I blind?

Are you insane?!

Thirty bottles of 10,000-year-old Lafite Vintage…

And you just shattered them like that?!

Watching the priceless wine spill all over the floor, Drunken Priest felt like his heart had been ripped to shreds!

"I was just venting!"

"These were priceless, legendary wines! Are you some kind of wastrel?"

Yeah, how did you know?

Velen suddenly laughed. "I thought I had hidden it well, but you still managed to figure it out!"

Ding!

Congratulations, Host, on completing the mission. Reward: 1,000,000 luxury points and Divine Sobriety Elixir × 10,000!

Divine Sobriety Elixir: Can remove the effects of any wine from lower plane universes, including the 10,000-year-old Lafite Vintage!

Hearing the system notification—delayed as always—Velen frowned and asked, "System, why is this reward late?"

Ding! "Host, do not panic! The system never delays rewards. However, due to the host's influence, the system occasionally enters sleep mode."

...

Hearing this, Velen's face immediately darkened!

What the hell?

Since when can a system take naps?!

And it's MY fault?!

You don't even need sleep!

"Drunken Priest, take this."

After venting about the system for a moment, Velen pulled out a Divine Sobriety Elixir and handed it to the still devastated Drunken Priest.

"Holy shit?!"

"This aura…?"

"This is a god-rank potion?!"

"Brother, what does this potion do?!"

Drunken Priest was completely dumbfounded!

Never in his wildest dreams did he expect that god-rank potions actually existed!

And Velen just casually handed one over to him?!

"Drunken Priest, it was fine the first couple of times, but from now on, I want you to call me Big Brother—otherwise, my actual brother will be upset."

???

What's the difference between 'Little Brother' and 'Big Brother'?!

And what does this have to do with your brother?!

Although completely confused, Drunken Priest still corrected himself. "Big Brother, what's this potion for?"

"Divine Sobriety Elixir—once you drink it, even if you down an entire hundred bottles of 10,000-year-old Lafite Vintage, you'll never become obsessed with alcohol again, and no other wine will feel tasteless afterward."

Hearing this, Drunken Priest looked at the potion in his hand… then at the precious wine spilled all over the floor…

Then back at the potion… then at the wasted wine…

His expression twisted in agony.

I'm done for!

You bastard!

"You had this miracle elixir all along, and you didn't take it out earlier?!"

"You weren't just wasting wine—you were tormenting me!"

"I was just trying to sell a pass!"

"You wanted to flaunt your wealth! You think you're superior! Fine! But could you at least not use these legendary wines to mess with me?!"

Rip!

As he spoke, Drunken Priest, eyes brimming with tears, tore off a piece of his robe, pressed it against the spilled wine, and squeezed the liquid into his mouth.

"Wait—aren't you a Drunken Priest? Can't you just use magic to collect the wine?"

"Don't talk to me!"

"I'm doing this to remind myself just how precious this wine is!"

Hearing this, Velen calmly retrieved another thirty bottles of Lafite Vintage from his system inventory and placed them on the table.

"Drink up!"

Boom!

The moment he heard this and saw the fresh batch of thirty bottles, Drunken Priest immediately threw away the cloth and cursed, "To hell with precious wine!"

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As they drank and talked, Velen finally learned that this Drunken Priest had worked in Chaos City for nearly a hundred years.

He had spent most of his earnings on things he needed, but he was sick of working.

And after years of seeing all the amazing treasures in Chaos City—without being able to afford them—he had mentally broken down.

Not long after he finally quit his job, he accidentally obtained a pass and decided to sell it—he refused to return to that life of suffering!

"Young Master Velen, these 10,000-year-old Lafite Vintages are absolute treasures in Chaos City. How did you get so many?"

"Even the entire Chaos City wouldn't have this much, right?"

Drunken Priest looked at Velen, full of curiosity.

"By being a wastrel and flaunting my wealth!"

Hearing Velen's unapologetic answer, Drunken Priest nearly lost his mind.

What the hell do you mean by 'flaunting wealth'?!

I'm a Drunken Priest, not a Foolish Priest—can you at least respect my intelligence?!

"Young Master Velen, so this is where you are!"

"I just discovered something interesting—over at…"

As Ironback Centipede pushed the door open, he caught the familiar scent of wine and immediately turned to Velen, excited.

"Your Highness Velen, isn't this the same wine we bathed in last time?"

"You actually had more hidden away?"

Bathed?!

Did I hear that right?!

You bathed in 10,000-year-old Lafite Vintage?!

Are you sure he's not just here to flex on me?!

Hearing Ironback Centipede's words, Drunken Priest was speechless.

Moments later…

Drunken Priest sat in a chair, clutching a bottle of wine, watching Velen and Ironback Centipede pour bottle after bottle of Lafite Vintage into a foot-washing basin.

His entire worldview collapsed.

Flaunting wealth!

Wasting money!

So what if you're rich?!

Does being rich make you powerful?!

You're both absolute wastrels!

Watching them soak their feet in Lafite Vintage, Drunken Priest realized—

Velen's extravagant lifestyle had become a permanent psychological scar.

"I'm absolutely insane!"

"They already gave me thirty bottles, but now I actually feel like…saving their foot-washing water!"

Alone in the room, staring at the two abandoned foot basins, Drunken Priest's eyes burned with inner turmoil.