Infinite wealth In A New World-Chapter 352: The returned to the Lower World

Time slipped away like sand through an hourglass.

​In the span of a single month, the landscape of the Upper World had been irrevocably altered. The Wendigos were a memory, erased from history. The Elves, once proud and isolationist, had bent the knee. Sunny’s name didn’t just spread; it became a law of nature. From the highest peaks to the deepest valleys, no soul remained ignorant of the new Sovereign.

​Yet, absolute power came with its own form of boredom.

​Sunny, seeking a reprieve from the endless administrative reports and terrified dignitaries, decided to take a vacation. It was a private excursion, known only to his absolute inner circle.

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​[Lower World – Elven Nation]

[The Gilded Star Pavilion]

​The streets of the Elven capital were bustling, vibrant with life and commerce. Sunny and Josephine walked through the district, blending into the crowd, both in human appearance.

​Josephine paused, looking up at the towering structure of The Gilded Star. It was less a store and more a palace of commerce, draped in enchanted silks and glowing with soft, ambient light.

​She placed a hand on her stomach. She was only one month along, barely showing, but the knowledge of the life growing inside her had softened her sharp edges.

​"Why are we here, love?" she asked, adjusting the hood of her simple—though deceptively expensive—cloak.

​"Because we are celebrating," Sunny replied, offering her his arm. "We’re back in the Lower World, anonymous and free. I want to spoil you."

​Walking a step behind them was Morgana. Even in her disguised form—a striking woman with dark hair and sharp eyes—she radiated a dangerous sort of grace. She scanned the crowd not with wonder, but with the bored precision of a predator watching sheep.

​"I have enough clothes." Josephine whispered, leaning into him as they entered the foyer. "I have jewelry, lands, and enough wealth to buy a small country. This is unnecessary."

​"Nonsense," Sunny said, his voice firm but warm. He patted her hand. "You are carrying my legacy. A few trinkets are the least I can do. Besides..." He glanced around the opulent interior. "I heard this place sells Celestial-grade protective artifacts. I want only the best for you."

​"If you don’t let him spend money, he gets cranky," Morgana deadpanned from behind them. "Just pick something shiny so we can go eat."

​As they moved deeper into the store, the murmurs began.

​"Who are they?" a customer whispered, eyeing their lack of family crests.

​"Travelers, perhaps? They don’t wear the sigil of any Noble House," another noted, sniffing disdainfully. "They look... ordinary."

​In the Elven Nation, ordinary was a polite word for worthless.

​A sales associate approached them. He was a young elf with perfectly coiffed blonde hair and a practiced, professional smile. His name tag read Julian.

​"Welcome to The Gilded Star," Julian said, offering a slight, calculated bow. "How may I assist you today?"

​"We are looking for your top-tier inventory," Sunny said casually. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

​Julian blinked. "Celestial items? Sir, those are located on the third floor. They are... quite an investment."

​"Money isn’t an issue," Sunny said.

​"Celestial items are rare," Morgana added, her eyes narrowing at the clerk. "Do you have them or not?"

​"We do," Julian replied, his smile straining slightly. "Our Grand Class artifacts are renowned across the nine nations. However—"

​BAM!

​The heavy mahogany doors of the entrance were thrown open.

​The atmosphere in the shop shifted instantly. A hush fell over the crowd as an elf strode in, wearing robes woven from spell-thread that shimmered with every step. Hanging onto his arm was a woman with aqua-colored hair, her nose turned up so high she seemed to be inspecting the ceiling.

​This was Carlton, a minor noble with major aspirations, and his wife, Elara.

​WHOOSH.

​Before Carlton could even take three steps, two senior sales attendants rushed forward, bypassing Sunny’s group entirely.

​"Master Carlton! Lady Elara!" The attendants bowed low, producing a chilled glass of wine and warm scented towels as if by magic. "Welcome back to The Gilded Star. It is an honor."

​Morgana watched the spectacle, her brow twitching. "Well. The service standards certainly vary, don’t they?"

​Sunny chuckled softly.

"Sorry Guests, but that privilege is for our Vips." Julian answered with a smile.

​Carlton took a sip of the wine, his eyes scanning the room with arrogant entitlement. His gaze landed on Josephine, and he paused. Even in disguise, her beauty was undeniable. His eyes lingered a moment too long before shifting to Sunny, and his expression soured.

​"Why is the walkway crowded?" Carlton demanded loud enough for the room to hear. He pointed a manicured finger at Sunny. "Who are these commoners?"

​One of the sales girls glanced nervously at Sunny. "Ah, just walk-in customers, Master Carlton. They were asking to see the Celestial collection."

​Carlton let out a sharp, barking laugh. "The Celestial collection? Them?" He turned to his wife. "Did you hear that, Elara? The beggars want to look at the crown jewels."

​Elara giggled, the sound like breaking glass. "Oh, darling, be kind. Perhaps they just want to look. It’s likely the closest they’ll ever get to real power. But really..." She wrinkled her nose, looking at Sunny’s plain attire. "It is distressing that the store allows just anyone in. The air feels... heavy with poverty."

​The sales girls paled. Carlton was the nephew of a High Court official. Offending him could mean the end of their careers.

​"We... we will handle it, Master Carlton," one of the attendants stammered. "We can call security to escort them out if they are disturbing your experience."

​"No need," Carlton said with a sneer. He handed his empty glass to the attendant and began walking toward the stairs—the same direction Sunny was heading:

"Let them stay. I want to see their faces when they realize they can’t afford a single button in this establishment. It might be amusing."

’The man is a nobody. If I humiliate him enough, perhaps the women will realize they need a real provider. That dark-haired one... she has fire.’

​The sales staff exchanged worried glances. They sensed a confrontation brewing.

​"Sir," Julian whispered to Sunny, his voice dropping. "Maybe... maybe we should look at the standard collection first? Master Carlton is... difficult."

​Sunny didn’t move. He didn’t look angry. He didn’t look scared. He looked at Carlton the way a human looks at a particularly noisy insect.

​"Lead the way to the third floor," Sunny said calmly, his voice cutting through the tension. "And Julian?"

​"Y-Yes, sir?"

​"Make sure you bring your most expensive pieces. I’d hate to waste my time."

​Josephine sighed, leaning her head on Sunny’s shoulder. "Here we go again."

​"Can I kill him?" Morgana asked, her voice a hopeful whisper.

​"Not yet," Sunny replied, stepping onto the stairs. "Let’s see how high he tries to climb before he falls."