Reborn with Infinity Money System, I was Worshipped by All Universes!-Chapter 217 - 214-What Reward? This Soul Orbe is Just a Game Prop
"I don't get it?"
"His Highness Velen may be a spendthrift, but he's no demon—what exactly do you want me to understand?"
"He's just extravagant, that's all. Why should I be scared?"
Hearing Arthur's comment, the Nether Soul Knight Commander waved it off, clearly not taking it seriously.
"Did the crown prince only tell you that His Highness Velen is a spendthrift, but didn't mention any of his utterly insane, over-the-top wasteful deeds?"
Seeing how clueless the Nether Soul Knight Commander was about Velen, Arthur couldn't help pressing further.
"Arthur, who is this?"
Before the Knight Commander could reply, a familiar voice echoed from the nearby courtyard.
"Your Highness Velen, this is the Nether Soul Knight Commander—he's also a powerful soul-type warrior."
Seeing Velen walking over, Arthur quickly made the introduction.
Soul-type?
Upon hearing that, Velen's gaze toward the Nether Soul Knight Commander immediately changed. He honestly hadn't expected one of the top five knight commanders in the Uno Kingdom to actually be a genuine soul-type expert.
"Well, since we have a soul specialist here, shouldn't we consider adding a new twist to this batch of ten thousand Soul Orbes?"
Velen muttered, deep in thought.
"Arthur, what's wrong with His Highness Velen?"
Seeing Velen's thoughtful expression, the Nether Soul Knight Commander leaned toward Arthur, whispering his concern.
"Don't ask," Arthur replied with a frown. "I've got a bad feeling about this…"
"I've got it!"
After a long pause, Velen's eyes lit up. A brand-new mini-game had just formed in his mind.
"Arthur, go gather Kris and the Thunder Knight Commander—I've come up with a super fun game, but we'll need more participants."
"Oh, and make sure to call over Prince Eureka and Galdorin as well!"
Hiss—
Hearing that, Arthur gasped sharply. What kind of terrifying game would require so many high-level figures?
After his previous experiences with Velen's "mini-games," Arthur no longer believed they were as harmless as they sounded.
There was no way something this elaborate had nothing to do with his spendthrift tendencies.
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Moments later...
"Why does everyone look so nervous?"
"It's just a mini-game, right?"
Seeing the visibly anxious expressions on Arthur, Kris, the Thunder Knight Commander, Prince Eureka, Galdorin, and Leon, the Nether Soul Knight Commander couldn't help showing a confused look.
"Why am I even here?"
"I've been avoiding Velen for days now just to stay off his radar! I've barely said a word, and he still remembers me?"
In the crowd, Galdorin was on the verge of a breakdown.
Ever since escorting Velen from the fortress to the Uno Kingdom, he had contemplated vanishing from existence more times than he could count. He really didn't want to disappear… again.
"Everyone, today we're going to play a very fun little game. And the winner will get a prize!"
As he spoke, Velen pulled out a Soul Orbe the size of a volleyball!
"Holy sh*t!"
The moment the Nether Soul Knight Commander laid eyes on that Soul Orbe, he couldn't stop himself from swearing aloud.
It was so much larger than any Soul Orbe he had ever refined—beyond comparison!
Forget spendthrift—His Highness Velen was practically raining wealth on him!
"My apologies, everyone," the Knight Commander said, barely able to contain his excitement. "But I'm putting it out there now: no matter what kind of game this is, I will be the winner. That Soul Orbe is mine!"
Velen, holding the Soul Orbe and preparing to explain the rules, paused mid-motion.
Huh???
That's the reward?
When did I say that?
Looking at the excited Nether Soul Knight Commander, Velen was stunned.
"Knight Commander, did you misunderstand?"
"This Soul Orbe isn't the reward—it's just a game prop."
As Velen clarified, not only the Nether Soul Knight Commander, but everyone else froze in shock.
They were all very familiar with Soul Orbes, especially ones of such immense size—precious beyond belief, especially for soul-type warriors.
They had even seen the Knight Commander's own Soul Orbe before, no larger than a ping pong ball.
This volleyball-sized one? Unimaginably rare!
And now Velen was telling them it was… just a prop?
"Arthur, come here!"
After the explanation, Velen summoned Arthur to stand in front of him.
"Release your mana. Attach this Soul Orbe to your back."
Still dazed, Arthur followed instructions, releasing his mana and binding the Soul Orbe to his back.
And then—
What everyone saw next blew their minds.
A vertical column of fifty volleyball-sized Soul Orbes strung together, hanging like a comet tail from Arthur's back!
Everyone was stunned—not just at how many of these giant Soul Orbes Velen had, but more so at what horrifying plan he had for them.
"Gentlemen, do you see this Soul Orbe string?"
"In a moment, each of you will have one—a full string of fifty Soul Orbes attached to your backs."
"Your objective will be to chase each other around, using your hands as weapons. The goal is to protect your own Soul Orbes while trying to destroy everyone else's!"
"If all the Soul Orbes on your string are shattered, you're out!"
"And when only one person remains on the field, even if they only have a single Soul Orbe left, they'll be the winner—and receive ten bottles of Lafite Vintage and a complementary bottle of Divine Sobriety Elixir!"
As the rules were laid out, the crowd stared at Velen in disbelief.
Fifty Soul Orbes per person?
Destroy them all??
This is madness!
Just one of those Soul Orbes would be enough for the Nether Soul Knight Commander to power up like crazy.
Now Velen wanted them to deliberately smash them, just for a game?
"Old Soul, he's just being a spendthrift. No need to panic!"
Arthur patted the Knight Commander's shoulder with a grin.
"Panic?"
"You're all idiots. At times like this, you have to think in reverse!"
The Knight Commander, having calmed down, now wore a confident smile.
Reverse thinking?
Arthur was totally confused. What the hell was the old guy talking about?
"Your Highness Velen!"
"If you're not joining in, then even if each of us gets fifty Soul Orbes, that's only 350 total. After one game, they'll all be gone—not enough to really have fun."
"Rather than waste them all at once, how about we save them and come up with a different game?"
The Knight Commander suggested, looking confident, like he'd figured out the secret behind Velen's madness.
In his mind, even if Velen was a totally deranged spendthrift, three hundred and fifty volleyball-sized Soul Orbes had to be his absolute limit.
There was no way he had more than that... right?
