Reborn with Infinity Money System, I was Worshipped by All Universes!-Chapter 185 - 182-A Spendthrift? No—He’s a Battle Genius!

"Arthur, what do you think is the best way to use this soul crystal?"Velen turned to the side and directly posed the question to Arthur.

"Your Highness Velen, I suggest we extract the energy from the soul crystal and channel it into Clinton. With Clinton's Soul Armor Set, that would make him a living nightmare for all our enemies!"

Arthur, hearing the question, didn't hesitate to voice his idea.

"No! Arthur, I think enchanting equipment with the soul crystal is a complete waste."

Velen immediately shook his head, clearly unimpressed by the all-too-conventional suggestion.

"Then, Your Highness, do you have a better plan in mind?"Arthur looked at Velen, curiosity piqued.

"Arthur, what if we used this soul crystal to coat the exterior of the level 9 Forge? Imagine smashing that into a mage—don't you think that might have… some interesting effects?"

As he spoke, Velen walked up to the towering forge, patted its thick metal wall, and turned to Arthur with a glint in his eye.

"…???"

Interesting effects? You've got to be kidding!

That wouldn't just be effective—it would be lethal! Smashing this thing into someone would obliterate them on a spiritual level!

Who in their right mind would even think of using a soul crystal—something so rare and precious—to coat a giant forge's outer shell? That's not creativity—that's insanity!

That's soul crystal we're talking about here! Not some random pebble you pick up off the street!

Arthur nearly lost it right then and there. His brain couldn't process the madness. He wanted to shout at Velen: Would it kill you not to flex for once? Would it kill you to not be a filthy rich maniac? Would it kill you to use your wealth like a normal person?!

"Your Highness, if you actually go ahead and cover the entire outer layer of the forge with soul crystal… honestly, that's just wasteful."

Arthur took a deep breath, struggling to calm himself before trying to reason with Velen again.

"I believe it's better to hold onto it and use it strategically during a battle."

"Just imagine—when the melee is at its peak and the chaos is in full swing, suddenly this massive forge, glowing with soul crystal, gets hurled into the fray. Who could possibly withstand that?"

"And what if Clinton's staff also gets a soul crystal coating? When enemies think he's just another fragile mage and charge at him full of confidence, he could suddenly ignite the staff, don the Soul Armor, and launch a point-blank enchanted spell barrage. Who the hell could defend against that?!"

"We're tycoons—we don't hide our wealth, we flaunt it! We don't play it safe—we go big! Sure, it might be a bit wasteful, but look at the results! And besides, we've got such a massive chunk of soul crystal. Am I afraid of waste? No!"

"With that much soul energy radiating out, who wouldn't be scared? Who wouldn't cry for their mom?"

Gulp.

As Velen's wild battle plan sunk in, Arthur, Eureka, and Clinton all involuntarily swallowed hard, their faces pale with shock.

It was terrifying.

Only now did they truly realize: Velen wasn't some frivolous spendthrift—he was a battle genius in disguise!

A forge smash sneak attack!?

Point-blank magic explosion!?

What kind of twisted, brilliant mind comes up with stuff like this?!

Be honest—with a soul crystal that large, if it had landed in their hands, none of them would have imagined such a use. Not even close.

"Your Highness Velen, then what do you suggest I do with a soul crystal, as a knight?"Kris, having recovered slightly from the shock, now looked to Velen with sincere admiration.

"As a knight… isn't it reasonable to hide a dagger in the shaft of your spear?"

Hissss—

Hearing that, Eureka staggered back several steps, inhaling sharply as his mind painted a picture.

Imagine—right hand holding the spear, clashing against the enemy. Then, suddenly, from the spear's handle, the knight draws a dagger—one coated in soul crystal—and drives it straight into the enemy's gut.

Sure, it's sneaky. Maybe even a little dirty.But once the enemy's dead… who's going to complain?

He had never even thought of winning a fight this way!

"Your Highness Velen, stop! You're scaring me! I'm seriously freaking out right now. I feel like from now on, every time I'm in a fight, someone's going to pull something like that on me!"Clinton looked on the verge of a breakdown.

Arthur, Eureka, and Kris all nodded in agreement.

Forget Clinton—even they were traumatized now!

The only one not worried was Ironback Centipede, who was absolutely buzzing with excitement.

As a spellbeast specialized in physical cultivation, it also benefited from absorbing magical energy to strengthen its body. While the soul crystal might not be especially threatening to creatures like it, that didn't mean it couldn't use it against enemies.

"Your Highness, how is Ironback Centipede progressing in his study of potion crafting?"After putting the soul crystal away, Velen turned and asked Clinton.

"Your Highness, Iron Cub is already capable of crafting god-tier grade-nine potions. He was literally seconds away from completing one and triggering a Thunder Calamity… but you suddenly said you wanted barbecue. So he kicked over the alchemy furnace and ran off to cook."

Eureka quickly explained what had happened earlier.

"Excellent! God-tier potions can be made anytime. But a craving for barbecue? That feeling can fade with time. Ironback Centipede's priorities are spot-on."

Velen gave a very genuine nod of approval.

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Hearing this, Eureka felt like his soul had left his body.

That was a god-tier potion! The holy grail of alchemists across the continent! Most would dedicate their entire lives just for a chance to create one! And yet here, it's tossed aside in favor of… grilled meat.

Could they at least pretend to understand what it's like to be poor?

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Later that afternoon.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Thunder Calamity strikes flashed over the courtyard, coming from the direction of the alchemy chamber. Only then did Velen realize—creating a god-tier potion wasn't the hard part.

Getting it to survive a Thunder Calamity… now that was the real challenge.

Near sunset.

Pulitzer stood with a bottle of god-tier potion that had successfully endured the Thunder Calamity in his hands… but his face showed no joy, only numbness.

"Your Highness, take the potion and give it to Arthur."

He casually tossed the bottle to Clinton like it was nothing special.

"Master Pulitzer, are you alright?"Clinton noticed the odd look on Pulitzer's face and asked with concern.

Alright?

You tell me!

A spellbeast crafts a god-tier potion like it's child's play. I, the kingdom's top alchemist, also try—and boom! Furnace explosion!

Can you imagine how that feels?!

Pulitzer could hardly hold back tears.

He was the royal court's most honored alchemist. And yet… he was bested by a spellbeast. He was seriously considering retiring from alchemy altogether.

"Master Pulitzer… don't let Iron Cub get to you. Come on, look at me! I can't even beat a single rabbit from their fortress. But I'm still here! Still surviving!"

As Eureka said this, he couldn't hold it in any longer and began to cry.

Not even a rabbit!That's what really broke him!

"It's just a god-tier potion. What's the big deal?"

Watching Eureka and Pulitzer crouch together, holding their heads and sobbing like children, Ironback Centipede was genuinely confused.