Reborn with Infinity Money System, I was Worshipped by All Universes!-Chapter 171 168-The Correct Way to Use the Soul Armor Set Is to Dry Underwear!

A Certain Mysterious Space!

"Huh? Bean, weren't you supposed to be guarding our master?"

A little elven girl with twin ponytails and a lollipop in her mouth looked at the burly man with tears streaming down his face, full of confusion.

"I wanted to guard our master too!"

The burly man sobbed pitifully.

"But our master resolved the crisis himself this time!"

"Last time, I had just stepped out with my left foot; this time, I only got my right foot out!"

"Why is it that lunatic always gets to go help our master, but I only ever get to stick a foot out?!"

The little girl glanced at the burly man's two massive feet and suddenly spoke with a serious expression, "Maybe next time, you should try wearing shoes?"

Uh…

With a thud, the burly man plopped down onto the ground and lifted his foot to sniff it.

Ugh!

The little girl nearly gagged at his reaction. The candy in her mouth suddenly lost all its sweetness, and she almost spat it out.

"It doesn't stink! Could it really be because I wasn't wearing shoes?"

"It must be! Otherwise, why wouldn't our master like me?"

The burly man scratched between his toes and secretly made up his mind.

Next time he was chosen, he had to wear shoes!

Both feet must step out!

"Master, just now I saw a massive, barefoot foot suddenly sticking out of a spatial rift. Was that one of the powerful beings guarding you?"

As the Thunder Tide dissipated, Ironback Centipede curiously turned to Velen.

"It does look familiar. That barefoot foot gives me a strong sense of déjà vu. It's probably one of my guardians."

Velen stroked his chin. "Never mind, I'm going to sleep for a bit. You help Clinton get familiar with the Soul Armor Set. Oh, by the way, this set truly reveals its power at night."

With that, Velen found a corner, lay down comfortably, and dozed off.

As expected!

Master is testing me!

Otherwise, why would he repeatedly remind me to guide Clinton?

Ironback Centipede grew even more convinced of his theory.

"Unbelievable! I never thought I, Clinton, would own such a powerful Soul Order weapon in my lifetime!"

Clinton was overjoyed.

"No wonder Velen brought me along this time. He must have planned this all for me! Velen is amazing!"

As Clinton was lost in thought, Ironback Centipede approached him with a serious expression.

"Clinton, how do you plan to use this Soul Armor Set in the future?"

"Huh? What do you mean? This thing is my lifeline now! Unless I meet a worthy opponent, no one is making me use it!"

Clinton, unsure why Ironback Centipede was asking, still answered earnestly.

"And when you're not using it?"

Ironback Centipede pressed further.

"Of course, I'll enshrine it! I'll polish it dozens of times a day!"

Clinton gazed at the Soul Armor Set with tenderness, smiling.

Ironback Centipede looked utterly disappointed.

"How could you do this to our master? Do you even understand what kind of person he is? He's the greatest money-waster of all time!"

"I mean, he literally used my Supreme Forge to smash people! And now you want to enshrine a piece of equipment?"

"You haven't been by his side long enough. You seriously need to learn more about wasting resources. I'll have to keep an eye on you in the future."

"Huh?"

Clinton was completely dumbfounded.

Was mindless extravagance really a fortress tradition?!

Although shocked, he knew Ironback Centipede had a point.

"Iron Cub, then how do you think I should use this Soul Armor Set?"

Clinton humbly sought Ironback Centipede's guidance.

"I already came up with the perfect, one-time solution for you! You're a dual-practitioner of magic and swordsmanship, right? And knowing our master, he'll probably gift you a greatsword one day."

"So, when you return to the fortress, just stab the sword into a wall, leave the hilt exposed, and hang the Soul Armor Set on it! Boom—instant underwear drying rack!"

Ironback Centipede grinned smugly, feeling like he had just devised an absolute genius plan.

"WHAT?!"

What the hell kind of idea is that?!

Is the Soul Armor Set seriously meant for drying underwear?!

Clinton's eyes widened like saucers, his face filled with disbelief.

"Using the Soul Armor Set to dry underwear… isn't that a bit disrespectful?"

"And besides, we're Awakeners! We don't even need to wash stuff like that. Even if we did, magic can dry it instantly!"

Clinton was completely floored.

Using such a powerful set of armor as a drying rack?!

If other powerhouses saw that, wouldn't they rage to death?!

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"Then go ahead and enshrine it. But just remember, my Supreme Forge's primary function is to smash people—alchemy is just a side gig."

"I'm warning you, if you don't embrace wastefulness, don't expect master to upgrade your equipment when you reach the heavens."

With that, Ironback Centipede turned and left, having said all he needed to say.

Whether Clinton understood was up to him.

A few minutes later.

Galdorin and Eureka stood at the entrance of the flying artifact, letting the fierce wind whip against their faces.

"A Soul Order weapon… one that even triggered Thunder Tide… And Clinton is using it to dry his underwear. Galdorin, are you okay?"

Eureka forced a bitter smile as he looked at Galdorin.

"I'm beyond impressed! Wasting money at this level… I give up!"

"Whether I can handle it doesn't matter. I just worry about Commander Enkes' reaction when we reach the imperial capital."

Galdorin's gaze drifted toward Velen, who was fast asleep in the corner, his eyes flashing with fear.

No one else seemed to notice, but I did.

Just one glance… and he wiped out the Thunder Tide!

Who… what kind of terrifying existence is he?!

The Next Morning!

How the hell is he still sleeping?!

Watching Velen finally wake up and stretch, both Galdorin and Eureka, as well as Clinton and Ironback Centipede, couldn't help but admire his absolute dedication to sleeping.

"Holy crap! What the hell is that—an otherworldly drying rack?!"

Velen's eyes locked onto the Soul Armor Set hanging on the wall—dripping wet underwear dangling from it.

He was stunned.

What kind of psycho does this?!

Hanging their underwear in public like this?!

No shame! No dignity! No class!

After a moment of silence—

"Clinton… you're something else."

"I never even thought of using the Soul Armor Set like this. You've truly unlocked its intended purpose."

"Don't worry. Once we reach the heavens, I'll definitely get you something even better!"

After his initial shock, Velen gave Clinton's sheer money-wasting talent a glowing endorsement.

He never expected someone to outdo him in the art of wasting resources!

Good.

Clinton's wastefulness is finally showing!

He's learning fast!