Reborn with Infinity Money System, I was Worshipped by All Universes!-Chapter 178 - 175-Bro, Are You a Fortune Teller or What?!

"Rest assured, Your Highness Velen. I’ll spend the next two days properly exchanging insights with Clinton."

Arthur looked at Velen, practically on the verge of tears.

He wanted nothing more than to slam his head into a brick wall and end it all.

No wonder Velen wanted him to guide Clinton—turns out that while Clinton had immense soul power, he lacked actual close-combat experience.

"Your Highness, let’s have Ironback Centipede begin studying the method for refining the healing potion for Arthur."

"I’ll take a stroll around the royal capital."

With that, Velen walked straight out of the estate.

"Bug Bro, come with me. Leave Clinton here for now."

Seeing Velen leave, Eureka led Ironback Centipede away from Arthur’s little garden.

"Clinton, do you guys at your fortress mess with dragons?"

After everyone else left, Kris turned to Clinton with a very serious expression.

He was panicking.

So far, nothing he’d learned about the fortress directly threatened him, but just in case, he wanted to make sure.

"Dragons? You mean like magic dragons?"

"No one’s really into dragons. There’s just one mixologist who kinda brushes up against the concept."

Clinton thought about it. Other than Alan’s Nine Dragons Cup, no one really had anything dragon-related going on yet.

"Mixologist?"

"Haha, mixologists don’t count!"

"Arthur, looks like I’m still living the good life compared to you!"

Kris couldn’t help bursting into laughter.

Arthur’s face turned dark, his expression grim as he watched Kris bask in schadenfreude.

"Clinton, does your Soul Armor Set really contain a powerful soul order?"

"I heard from the prince that it even triggered a thunder tide?"

Ignoring the gleeful Kris, Arthur turned to Clinton with curiosity.

"Yeah, it might sound hard to believe, but my armor really does house a powerful soul order."

"Honestly, it’s not that impressive. At our fortress, that mixologist I mentioned? He’s got nine cups, and each cup holds the soul of a mighty dragon. The thunder tide those cups summoned made mine look like a drizzle."

Arthur and Kris both stood frozen.

"Kris!"

"Come on, keep laughing! Why’d you stop?"

"You treated that armor like it was a treasure, but it’s not even on par with some mixologist’s cups!"

Arthur grinned wickedly, rubbing it in with delight.

"Sh*t!"

"I actually got outclassed by a mixologist!"

Kris looked like he’d swallowed a bitter pill. This was a cross-discipline humiliation!

"Clinton, since you’ve cultivated such a powerful… um, Unsheathing Soul art, you should be able to fully unleash the armor’s power. Could you give us a demonstration—a proper strike? I want to feel the real strength of that Soul Armor Set."

Turning away from the crushed Kris, Arthur looked to Clinton with anticipation.

"Tonight."

"This armor only reaches its peak at night. I’d like to witness its full potential too."

Clinton glanced at the Soul Armor Set—still adorned with that little pair of underpants—and a look of excitement flickered in his eyes.

"This capital is really bustling."

Strolling down the lively streets of the royal city, Velen had to admit—this place truly lived up to its reputation. It was packed with people, packed with awakeners, and even more packed with powerful awakeners.

"Huh? What’s going on over there?"

He noticed a crowd pointing and whispering around a young man in a black robe. Curious, Velen headed over to check it out.

"Did you hear?"

"Nico, ranked 100th on the Rising Magi Rankings, got beaten by some prodigy named Aedida!"

"I heard that too! Supposedly, this Aedida isn’t just insanely talented and powerful, but also outrageously handsome—he’s got a fan club of thousands of swooning girls!"

…

As he approached the robed youth, Velen finally understood the commotion.

The guy was talking to himself.

Asking.

Answering.

Playing both sides of a conversation.

These city folks really knew how to entertain themselves!

"System, use one Snooping Function. Find out where this genius Aedida is."

After issuing the command to his system, Velen looked at the black-robed youth and shook his head with a sigh.

"Chasing celebrities across dimensions… man’s about to lose his mind. Fine, I’ll help him live the fantasy."

Ding! Used one Snooping Function. Target: Aedida, ranked 100th on the Rising Magi Rankings.

Location: Closer than you think—right in front of your eyes.

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The source of this c𝐨ntent is freeweɓnovēl.coɱ.

Velen was absolutely stunned!

He thought this guy was just roleplaying as his idol to promote him…

Who would’ve thought—the real clown here was himself!

A man so shameless actually dared to brag publicly about ranking dead last on the Rising Magi Rankings! Now that was bold!

"System, use another Snooping Function."

"I want to see his full profile."

Velen refused to believe that someone with no trump cards would have the guts to flaunt their mediocrity like this.

Soon, a flood of foreign information surged into Velen’s mind.

A year ago, Aedida obtained a legacy from a powerful soul in the Singularity Battlefield. That soul now resides inside him. Unless the attacker is at Ascended Rank level 9 and has survived six or more thunder tides, they cannot harm Aedida.

Interesting. He’s starting to resemble one of those MCs from my past life’s novels…

Apparently, the Singularity Battlefield is littered with soul remnants of ancient powerhouses, all waiting for a destined person to help rebuild their bodies.

With that thought, Velen stepped forward and said, "Hey there. I’m a huge fan of Aedida too!"

"Huh?"

Aedida, who had been busy hyping himself up, blinked in confusion at Velen’s comment.

After receiving the legacy, he’d spent a year in deep cultivation and had only made his debut by defeating Nico three days ago. Even the Hall of Magi hadn’t updated the rankings yet.

How could this guy possibly know who he was—let alone be his fan?

Aedida couldn’t guess the man’s motive, but his interest was piqued.

"You’re a fan of Aedida? Then tell me—what do you know about him?"

Let’s see how well you fake it.

Let’s see what kind of nonsense you’ll spin.

Aedida watched Velen with amusement, curious what he’d say next.

"Aedida. Age: 28. Born in Flatstone City."

"At age 3, lost both parents to the Chaos City disaster. Raised by his uncle."

"At age 6, he snuck into a certain succubus brothel."

"At 16, he became a man for the first time."

"At 18—"

The more Velen spoke, the more panicked Aedida became. Just as he was about to expose the embarrassing incident from when he was 18, Aedida clamped a hand over Velen’s mouth in terror and hissed:

"Bro… are you a fortune teller?!"