Reborn with Infinity Money System, I was Worshipped by All Universes!

For Sunlord, maintaining his dignity was crucial, yet the golden-armored youth before him exuded a presence so terrifying that even he—a being of the upper plane universe—felt fear.

This was an overwhelming force, one that he instinctively knew might have the power to annihilate him completely.

From the moment this youth appeared, Sunlord's true body, even while sitting safely in the upper plane universe, had felt an inexplicable sense of dread.

This was an opponent he absolutely could not fight.

Self-destruction was the only option.

Without hesitation, Sunlord's avatar began disturbing the surrounding void, causing ripples to spread across space—the telltale sign of imminent self-destruction.

While crafting an avatar required considerable time and energy, it was nothing compared to the risk of facing this golden-armored terror head-on.

However, just as Sunlord was about to sever his connection to this plane, Velen shook his head slightly and spoke in a tone tinged with annoyance:

"Sunlord, weren't you acting all high and mighty just now? And now you want to run? Stay right here."

Then, Velen's expression darkened slightly as he commanded:

"Victor, pull down his real body!"

The moment Velen gave the order, Victor-1's gaze locked onto Sunlord's avatar, his cold and merciless eyes freezing the very space around them.

All violent energy within Sunlord came to a sudden halt.

Frozen.

"To act so arrogantly before my Lord… I must commend your courage."

Victor-1's voice carried a chilling murderous intent.

Then, without hesitation, he reached out, grasping at the fabric of space as if it were a thin veil, and tore it apart—splitting open a black rift in the void.

From the other side, a strange, kaleidoscopic world was faintly visible.

In the Solar Temple

At that very moment, within the upper plane universe, seated upon his golden throne, Sunlord's true body suddenly snapped his eyes open—his usually unshakable expression now showing undisguised shock.

"Impossible!"

His voice trembled with disbelief.

Before he could even process what was happening, the space before him was forcibly ripped open.

A profound sense of danger coiled around his heart, refusing to dissipate.

Victor-1 had torn through the time-space barrier of the upper plane universe itself.

For the first time, Sunlord felt genuine terror.

Realizing the implications, he tried to retreat—desperately attempting to distance himself from the ominous rift that had violated his sanctum.

But before he could even take a full step back—

A hand shot out from the void.

A massive, golden hand.

It grabbed him by the collar and wrenched him forward.

"Since you love interfering so much, why not come down to the lower plane yourself? Why let an avatar do your dirty work?"

Victor-1's icy voice rang out.

And then—

He yanked.

Hard.

Before Sunlord could resist, he felt his elemental power collapse, his body dragged forward helplessly, sucked into the black void—

Into the lower plane universe.

Sunlord's Arrival

A deafening roar of displaced air echoed through the asteroid belt as Sunlord's true form materialized in the lower plane universe.

The moment he fully arrived, the very space around him ignited in searing golden flames.

The heat was so intense that asteroids and space itself began to melt and warp.

But—

As a being not originally from this universe, Sunlord's very presence was an anomaly.

And anomalies do not go unpunished.

The sky rumbled, and above his head—

Countless thunderbolts began gathering.

Not just any lightning—

Doom Thunder.

The will of the lower plane universe itself had deemed Sunlord a violation, and now it sought to erase him from existence.

The sheer pressure of the unleashed divine wrath sent shivers through even the strongest of awakeners.

This was world-ending lightning.

Even just a single strand could wipe out civilizations.

Yet—

"This is none of your concern."

Victor-1 merely glanced at the sky—

Then casually swung his hand.

With a single motion, a colossal hurricane erupted—

And Doom Thunder was swept away like dust.

Gone.

As though it had never existed.

The Aftermath

Clinton stared, mouth agape.

"So this is Velen's hidden master… No wonder he never took Sunlord seriously!"

That was Sunlord.

Sunlord.

Yet, he was just dragged out of the upper plane universe like a helpless child?

And that Doom Thunder, an unstoppable force of the world itself, had been erased in an instant?!

Clinton felt like he was dreaming.

Meanwhile, Max had gone completely numb.

He had reached Ascended Rank Level 9, standing at the pinnacle of power in this world.

Yet Doom Thunder, something that could annihilate entire civilizations, was effortlessly dismissed.

Victor-1 made it look like anyone could do it.

But Max knew—

He himself would be vaporized by even a single bolt of that lightning.

Yet, in Victor-1's presence, it wasn't even a threat.

Velen Makes a Decision

While everyone else was paralyzed in shock, Victor-1 turned toward Velen, bowing slightly.

"My Lord, Sunlord is here. How would you like to handle him and Max?"

Velen glanced at Max, then shook his head.

"That guy? He's worthless. And he abuses his power. Just kill him."

Max's heart stopped.

No.

No, no, no, no—

Before he could even beg for his life, Victor-1's blade flashed.

A single tear through space—

And Max was gone.

His entire existence erased as though he had never been there.

No corpse.

No remains.

Just nothingness.

What to Do With Sunlord?

Victor-1 tightened his grip on his battle blade, his eyes locking onto Sunlord.

"Shall I kill him too, My Lord?"

Even Sunlord, who had weathered countless battles, shuddered at those words.

For the first time, he felt his own death approaching.

In the upper plane universe, he was a supreme deity.

He dictated who lived and who died.

But here—

His own fate lay in someone else's hands.

At that moment, Velen turned to Clinton and spoke thoughtfully:

"Senator Clinton, Sunlord sealed you for over two centuries, forcing you to suppress your growth out of fear. How do you wish to deal with him?"

"I have two suggestions."

"First, we kill him outright. Simple revenge—quick and clean."

"Second, since he imprisoned you for over two hundred years, we make him your slave for two hundred years to repay his debt."

"Of course, if you'd rather torture him for the same amount of time, that's an option too. The main goal is to remove any lingering fear or trauma you have toward him."

"You'll be ascending with me to the upper plane universe soon, and I won't have any of my people carrying baggage."

"So whatever helps you move on—do it."

Hearing Velen's words, Clinton felt a lump in his throat.

He had suffered in silence for centuries, but Velen saw it instantly—and was actively helping him overcome it.

"Who says Velen only knows how to flaunt his wealth?!"

"He's actually the most considerate person ever!"