Reborn with Infinity Money System, I was Worshipped by All Universes! Chapter130-Enslaving Sunlord

Clinton took a deep breath, his expression unusually serious.

"Velen, you saved from that seal, and now you're even thinking so deeply about what's best for … From this mont on, if you ever need anything, just say the word. My life is yours!"

The kindness Velen had shown him was beyond anything he could ever repay.

The only thing he could offer in return was his strength.

Hearing these words, Sunlord's expression twitched violently.

What the hell was this?

Why was Velen using him to win over allies?!

And Clinton—wasn't he supposed to be a proud and noble Headmaster?

Now, he was practically groveling at Velen's feet!

The sheer absurdity of the situation made Sunlord feel lightheaded.

anwhile, Ironback Centipede was enjoying the show.

"Master Velen truly lives up to his reputation as a tycoon!"

Even the life of a godlike being was nothing more than a bargaining chip to him.

To pull Clinton into his fold, Velen was using Sunlord himself.

"How extravagant! Truly, this is the essence of our Lord—unpredictable, yet so… beautifully 'humble' in its extravagance."

He turned to Clinton, wondering what choice he would ultimately make.

Clinton, on the other hand, was staring down at Sunlord, his voice filled with a cold and unshakable resolve:

"Velen, this man has cost over two hundred years of my life. If we just kill him, that would be too rciful. If possible, I want to enslave him forever. Even after my death, I want him buried with !"

His voice wasn't loud, but every word carried an unshakable weight.

Hearing this, Velen finally understood just how deep Clinton's hatred ran.

And frankly—

It was reasonable.

A talented and ambitious young man had his entire future stolen from him just because he defeated soone with connections.

Had Velen not appeared, Clinton would have likely been trapped in that seal until he died, or worse—killed by Max the mont he ascended.

To be physically and ntally tornted for centuries—

No one could just let that go.

Velen nodded slightly, then glanced at Victor-1.

Victor understood imdiately.

A mystical rune erged on his forehead, slowly materializing into an ancient contract.

The mont the contract fully ford, it shot into Sunlord's forehead, sealing a vast majority of his strength.

"Sunlord's power has been sealed," Victor-1 declared.

"I have also left a mark on his soul. From now on, he is your slave."

Then, he added with a slight warning:

"However, once he ascends back to the upper plane universe, his strength will return to its original level. The soul mark, however, will remain, binding him under Clinton's command."

"Only if he surpasses my power will the contract break… But honestly? That's practically impossible."

Then, Victor-1 turned to Velen, his tone as respectful as ever.

"My Lord, my strength has advanced greatly, and I have also suppressed this world's will. If you ever need anything, just call upon ."

"If there is nothing else, I shall take my leave."

With a polite bow, Victor-1 vanished.

Watching his departure, Velen nodded in satisfaction.

Victor wasn't just strong—he was smart.

His growth rate was terrifyingly fast, and it seed that, in ti, he could even beco a competent secretary.

With that settled, Velen's gaze shifted to Sunlord.

"Clinton, how strong is Sunlord in his current state?"

Clinton closed his eyes, briefly sensing the energy before responding.

"He's also Ascended Rank Level 9… but even if a hundred of fought together, we wouldn't stand a chance against him."

It made sense.

Sunlord wasn't just powerful—his combat experience, elental control, and overall mastery of magic far surpassed Clinton's.

Clinton knew his limits and wasn't foolish enough to overestimate himself.

"Alright then," Velen said, nodding slightly.

"We should head back. And rember—Sunlord's identity must remain a secret for now. No one else can know about this."

Clinton nodded imdiately.

Of course.

Sunlord was a legend even in the upper plane universe—a top-tier awakener with godlike status.

Yet, sohow…

He was now Clinton's personal slave.

Who would believe such a thing?

anwhile, Sunlord himself was experiencing the exact sa disbelief.

He had spent centuries building his reputation, reigning supre among the awakeners of the upper plane universe.

And now?

He was soone's servant.

It was unthinkable.

He clenched his teeth in rage.

It was all Max's fault.

If not for that idiot, he never would have crossed paths with Clinton—much less Velen.

Fortress Entrance

Anastasia stood at the gates, her sharp eyes locked on the distant figures approaching.

Velen, Clinton, and Ironback Centipede.

And behind them—

A mysterious, middle-aged man exuding an unfathomable aura.

Her brows furrowed.

"Velen, what kind of trouble did you get into this ti?"

Velen had never been an obedient person.

If he and Clinton left secretly, it ant they were definitely up to sothing.

Now that they were sneaking back, she had a bad feeling about it.

When she saw them, she imdiately rushed forward, blocking their path.

"Velen! Who is this man?"

"I've never seen him before. You're not planning to make him a Senator, are you?!"

The fortress already had too many Senators.

Every ti Velen brought soone back, it beca her problem to manage them.

If he kept this up, she'd lose her mind.

Velen laughed, eyes twinkling with amusent.

"Anastasia, you have a sharp eye! Yes, I am bringing him into the fortress… but don't worry—he's not a Senator."

"Then what is he?" she asked, frowning.

Velen grinned.

"A servant. Just soone to help out."

Anastasia froze.

"A… servant?"

Why did that sound off?

The fortress didn't need servants.

The Senators and disciples were more than capable of taking care of themselves.

"Velen, forget it. We don't need servants. Besides, the fortress doesn't accept useless people. If he's joining, he needs to be at least Ascended Rank level."

This was the perfect excuse.

If she set Ascended Rank as the minimum requirent, Velen couldn't argue.

But when Sunlord heard this—

His eyes twitched violently.

Ascended Rank? Just to be a servant?!

This place…

What kind of insane fortress was this?!