Reborn with Infinity Money System, I was Worshipped by All Universes!-Chapter 181 - 178-Heehee, Are You All Here to Welcome Me?

"Ding! Host, please state the bribe amount. The system will randomly select one of the ten official Tycoon Guard soldiers to deliver it to the Tarot Order."

Bribe?

Velen raised an eyebrow. Damn, the system really knew how to pick its words.

If they accept my bribe, doesn’t that mean I’ll have to keep greasing the wheels from now on?

"System, how about one million Advanced Mana Crystals as a bribe for the Tarot Order?" Velen offered without hesitation.

"Ding! Bribe accepted!"

"Ding! Congratulations, Host, for triggering a Tycoon Action! You’ve been rewarded 500,000 Luxury Points!"

Hearing the two system notifications in a row, Velen couldn’t help but laugh.

With over nine million Luxury Points now in his stash, he planned to return to Kris’s estate after a bit of shopping and directly break through to Titan Rank Lv.9!

—

Meanwhile, in another realm—

"A one-in-ten chance, and it still didn’t pick me?!"

A burly man stared at the little girl stepping out of a Spatial Rift, jealously eyeing the lollipop in her mouth.

Master, I wanna go out too, damn it!

—

Tarot Order

As a Spatial Rift suddenly tore open, terrifying auras erupted across the Tarot Order. Countless figures raced toward the rift’s location.

In no time, the twelve Councilors and the current Speaker had assembled, all eyes locked on the rift with deep dread on their faces.

Even the mere aura leaking from within filled them with chills.

The twelve Councilors could feel it—even if they all fought together, they’d be no match for the being inside!

"Regardless of whether it’s friend or foe, we can’t gamble the foundation of the Tarot Order!"

"Activate the Tarot Token!"

One Councilor spoke grimly.

Boom!

As an overwhelming pressure descended from the heavens, the spectral figure of an elderly man in a white robe slowly appeared in the sky.

"Why has the Tarot Token been activated?"

"Is there really someone in the Lower Plane Universe who can threaten the Tarot Order?"

As he spoke, the elder’s gaze fell directly onto the Spatial Rift.

"Heehee!"

"Are you all here to welcome me?"

The lollipop-sucking little girl stepped out of the rift, locking eyes with the projection of the white-robed elder in the sky.

"You’re the strongest here—so I guess that makes you the leader of the Tarot Order."

"But sending a projection to meet me? Isn’t that a bit rude?"

Noticing it was only a projection, a faint pout appeared on the girl’s face.

She waved her delicate hand, slicing open another Spatial Rift—and with that, dragged out the elder’s real body.

The Councilors and Speaker nearly had their eyes pop out at this.

This frail-looking girl—was she always this brutal?!

Holy crap!

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The white-robed elder, now physically pulled out, looked like he was about to wet himself.

What the hell is this thing?!

She just dragged me across realms like it was nothing?!

Boom!

At that moment, a Thunder Calamity began to form above the sky, enveloping the Tarot Order in a crushing pressure.

"You’re looking down on me too?"

"You dare try to strike me down?"

As the Thunder Calamity formed, strange, blood-red runes began to appear on the girl’s face—a sign she was getting angry.

She casually raised a finger at the Thunder Calamity.

And then—

Poof!

Like it had just panicked, the Thunder Calamity fled from the sky and vanished from sight.

What the hell did I just witness?!

That Thunder Calamity—fully formed and ready to smite—ran away? And not just that, it looked terrified?

The Councilors of the Tarot Order could hardly believe their eyes. That was a Thunder Calamity, not some passing stormcloud—since when could those be scared off?!

"What the hell did these idiots do to provoke such a terrifying being?!"

"You activated the Magus Decree just to drag me here and get me killed?!"

The elder cursed internally, already fantasizing about strangling every last Councilor.

And as the Thunder Calamity retreated, the blood-red runes on the girl’s face faded away.

She looked toward the stunned elder and said,

"You guys from the Tarot Order performed quite well. I’m here on behalf of my master to deliver your bribe."

With that, she handed the elder a space ring containing one million Advanced Mana Crystals.

What?!

Did I hear that right?

She’s here to give us a bribe?!

Why didn’t she just say so?! We were scared out of our damn minds!

The elder stood frozen in disbelief.

So I got dragged into this mess just to receive a gift?

The Councilors collectively sighed in relief.

But now, an even greater question haunted them:

Who the hell is her "Master"?

What did we do to deserve this "bribe"?

And more importantly… if we unknowingly offend this person later, will it be "bribes" again—or total annihilation?

Once the delivery was done, the girl licked her lollipop, took a step forward, and vanished through another Spatial Rift.

Leaving everyone behind—

completely dumbfounded.

She was gone, but their minds were still stuck on one loop:

Who is the Master?

What did we do?

Why the hell are we being paid?!

When the elder realized none of them had any answers, he nearly had a stroke.

"Use every resource we have—find the master this terrifying girl spoke of. Do not provoke that person!"

One Councilor, who had previously suggested using the Tarot Token, asked carefully,

"Chairman Kevin, are you… going back to the Upper Realm now?"

Smack!

In the blink of an eye, the elder appeared in front of the Councilor and smacked him on the head.

"You blind? Can’t you see that Thunder Calamity just drifted back in again?! You tell me—should I go back or not?!"

The poor Councilor, rubbing his head, mumbled,

"Then… how do you plan to return to the Upper Realm?"

Smack! Smack! Smack!

Kevin lost it and smacked him several more times.

"You want to know how I’ll return?! You’re flying me back up, damn it! You’ve been in the Lower Plane Universe so long your brain’s turned to mush!"

He then turned to the twelve current Councilors, raging:

"Not one of you has even survived nine Thunder Tides yet! Our Upper Realm division of Tarot Order is on the brink of collapse—and you’re all useless!"

—

Later, in the Speaker’s Tower—

"Now the Tarot Order only has eleven Councilors left…"

"Who would’ve thought—after all these years, the first time we’d fall short of twelve would be because one had to escort an Upper Realm elder back!"

Hearing this, Galdorin couldn’t help but mutter,

"Speaker, is now really the time to be worried about that?"