Infinite wealth In A New World-Chapter 312: Quests, Wealth, and Weaponry

[Auction House - Grand Hall.]

​"Six hundred thousand!" A stunning young woman announced, raising her hand with effortless grace.

​Seeing the Lady, Qin Li leaned in, whispering urgently to Sunny. "Sir Alex, that’s the Heiress of the Xin family, Xin Jo. She is a powerful Fourth Order powerhouse, one of the top contenders for the royal succession."

​Sunny nodded slowly, absorbing the information about the political landscape. He turned to Josephine. "Do you need it?" he asked, purely out of domestic consideration.

​"No," Josephine shook her head, holding up her simple, elegant wedding ring. "This is a lot better than any ornamental tiara."

​Sunny smiled at her confidence.

​Just then, an invisible, high-priority alert flashed in his mind.

​{Warning!!}

{An unknown power has targeted Master.}

{Gain two new Quests.}

{First Quest: Spend Nine Hundred Trillion gold coins before leaving the auction premises. Time Limit: End of Auction.}

{Second Quest: Master has two weeks to locate the Omni Soul Stone and upgrade the system. Countdown starts now.}

​Sunny blinked, his external calm hiding his shock. He hadn’t received a mission prompt in a long time, and now he had two: one ridiculously expensive spending quest, and one time-critical retrieval quest linked to the unknown power.

​’Nine hundred trillion? That’s barely anything, but why the urgency? And what is this "unknown power" that the system flags with such a severe warning?’ He thought.

​He scanned the hall, seeing everyone focused on the tiara. He turned to Elara and Precious.

​"Do you two like it?" he asked, testing their responses.

​"No, too shiny," Elara said dismissively, her focus remaining on the purpose of their attendance. "Besides, wearing a tiara will make me look like a pampered kid."

​"Hey. Wearing a tiara isn’t bad," Precious said, gazing longingly at the jewelry. "If only I had the money to get it. It’s magnificent."

​"One million gold coins."

​The hall went silent. Everyone turned, staring at Sunny in shock—he had instantly doubled the current bid without hesitation. Even his table was stunned.

​"Boss... I was just saying it, I didn’t mean—" Precious stammered, horrified he had taken her casual comment seriously.

​"No need to lie," Sunny interrupted, his expression placid. "I know you want it. And you will have it."

​"Who is this guy? Anyway, I won’t let you have it. 1.5 million," a rugged young man with a sheathed sword on his back announced, crossing his arms.

​Qin Li quickly whispered again: "That’s Michael, the Heir of the Blade family. Also a Fourth Order powerhouse. The Blade family are wealthy and notoriously ruthless. If you anger him, he might try to trap you."

​"Trap me? With money? That has never happened before," Sunny scoffed. He was here to spend money, not save it.

​"Five million," Sunny announced, his voice carrying an indifferent resonance that belied the monumental figure.

​Michael frowned, then smirked, deciding to push the wealthy newcomer. "Ten million."

​’You should be lucky I am trying to complete this ridiculous quest, or I would have bankrupted your family with that one item,’ Sunny thought, annoyed by the waste of time.

​"Twenty million," he said aloud.

​"...?!"

​The host, John, and everyone in the hall gasped. The price for the ornamental tiara had soared into the territory of high-grade spiritual artifacts. After a few seconds of silence, all eyes turned to Michael.

​"I am out," Michael announced, forcing a pleased smile to hide his frustration. "He must be truly rich, and it seems he loves the tiara, so I will be backing down. No need for pointless rivalry."

’A shrewd retreat.’ Qin Li noted.

​"Twenty million going once? Going twice? Sold! To Mr. Alex!" John exclaimed, sweat beading on his brow. "Sir Alex, are you paying now or later?"

​"Now," Sunny answered with a small nod.

​"Ok, there’s a bank stone on your table; you can transfer the payment from it," John directed.

​Sunny looked down at the mundane-looking stone. ’I knew this looks familiar.’ He calmly pulled out his own personal Banking Stone.

​Seeing the stone in Sunny’s hand, everyone was speechless.

​"That stone can only be used by royalty or those of the most ancient, powerful houses! Who really is this guy?" Michael thought, his jaw clenching. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

​’This guy isn’t simple. His claims of wealth are genuine,’ Xin Jo thought, staring intently at Sunny over the rim of her wine glass.

​"Ok... Seems he has some serious backing," Qin Wei stated, turning her attention back to the stage, her calculations ramping up exponentially.

​"Wow! Payment received! Congratulations, Sir Alex, you now own the Silver Star Tiara," John announced. The attendant rushed toward Sunny’s table and presented the glittering jewelry.

​"It’s for her," Sunny said, gesturing toward Precious. His action stunned everyone even more profoundly.

​"You spent twenty million gold coins... for a worker?" Qin Li asked in utter shock, then quickly glanced at Josephine, who was busy calmly eating a cookie, entirely unfazed by the expenditure.

​"Wow... thank you, Boss," Precious whispered in awe, holding the tiara with the reverence one would give a fragile egg. "I will take very good care of it!"

​"Ok everyone! The next item on the list is a sword!" John announced, his excitement renewed by the massive sale.

​At the mention of a sword, Michael’s ears instantly perked up, and his demeanor shifted to serious focus—this was his specialty.

​John gestured to the side, and a woman wheeled a glass display case onto the stage. Inside, resting on a crimson cushion, was a red sword, glowing with a faint, malevolent light.

​"This here is the Demon Blade," John announced, his voice rising in dramatic fervor. "It has the proven strength to split mountains and can even kill a seasoned Seventh Order powerhouse with ease! Everyone! This is a God-Rank Sword, engraved with high-tier destructive runes! In the hand of a master sword-wielder, it is a raging bull!" He smiled widely.

​"The starting price is 5,000,000 gold coins!"

​"Ten million!" Michael quickly yelled, his voice ringing with absolute certainty.

​’Hahaha! This sword is mine!’ he thought inwardly, already anticipating his victory.

​But before the thought could settle, a cool, commanding female voice sounded, stunning him in place.

​"Twenty Million."