Reborn with Infinity Money System, I was Worshipped by All Universes! Chapter 141 138-Amanda and Pamela’s Shock

"Alan, do you even realize what you're saying?"

"An Ascended Rank Lv9 peak powerhouse… how could they possibly join your Fortress as a re servant?"

Pala's face turned cold upon hearing Alan's words. This once-honest and straightforward ntee of hers was becoming increasingly glib-tongued.

That was a terrible habit.

Moreover, an Ascended Rank Lv9 top-tier powerhouse was an unimaginably formidable existence—not soone Alan could afford to spread rumors about. If such a strong figure were to take offense, the consequences could be deadly.

Top-tier powerhouses had their own dignity and were not to be provoked!

Faced with Pala's reprimanding gaze, Alan lowered his head but still murmured softly:

"ntor, you don't understand the power of wealth and flaunting it. Even the so-called strongest can be made to bow their heads."

He had personally witnessed Fortress growing step by step into what it was today, and the driving force behind its astonishing rise was Velen.

Velen's boundless extravagance was sothing that simply could not be comprehended by those who hadn't witnessed it firsthand.

"Grandmaster Pala!"

Suddenly, a voice called from outside the room—Amanda's voice.

"Amanda, co in!"

As Pala spoke, her eyes flicked toward the Lv9 Forge inside the room. Without hesitation, she waved her hand and stored it away in her spatial bag.

"Grandmaster Pala, we have a situation!"

Amanda strode into the room. Her usually playful and charming deanor was nowhere to be seen; her stunning face was now laced with seriousness and urgency.

She was about to speak further when she noticed Alan's presence. Pushing down her emotions, she forced a smile.

"So, you must be Alan? Grandmaster Pala has ntioned you before. She said you're exceptionally talented, hardworking, and a promising young alchemist. Now that I see you, you do have quite the striking presence."

Pala ignored the flattery entirely and went straight to the point.

"You ntioned a situation—what do you an?"

Amanda, like Pala, was an Alchemy Grandmaster, though her rank had only recently reached Ascended Rank Lv1. Within the Alchemist Convention, her status wasn't as high, but in any other setting, she would be considered a powerhouse.

For soone like her to be so visibly flustered, it had to be sothing big.

Seeing that Pala was taking her seriously, Amanda took a deep breath and quickly summarized what had just happened.

A top-tier Ascended Rank spellbeast.A mysterious and extrely wealthy noble.And most shockingly—a spellbeast possessing a Lv9 Forge.

Listening to Amanda's account, Alan grew increasingly certain that the mysterious person and beast she was describing were none other than Velen and the Ironback Centipede.

Pala, too, imdiately connected it to what Alan had told her earlier. The ntion of a Lv9 Forge, in particular, made her narrow her eyes as she turned to Alan.

"Alan, does Fortress really have that many Lv9 Forges? Even a spellbeast can have one of its own?"

Alan shook his head. "Not that many, actually. If you count Senator Clinton's, Fortress only has eleven Lv9 Forges."

"Eleven Lv9 Forges? Alan, now is NOT the ti for jokes!"

"You should know how unbelievably rare Lv9 Forges are. Even in the entire Titan Galaxy, there are only five confird to exist. And you're telling Fortress has eleven? Not even a dog would believe that!"

Pala was struggling to accept it.

She knew Alan wasn't the type to lie about sothing so blatantly absurd, but the Alchemist Convention, which gathered the most elite alchemists in the galaxy, didn't even have one Lv9 Forge—and Fortress had over ten?

That was insane.

She and many other alchemists had dedicated their entire lives dreaming of obtaining just one… only to find out that Fortress had been hoarding them?

"Well, isn't this a lively gathering?"

At that mont, a playful yet complex voice rang out.

Amanda imdiately turned toward the source and saw Velen entering the room, accompanied by Ironback Centipede.

"Velen!"

Alan's face lit up with joyful relief.

The pressure his ntor had just put on him had been imnse—but now that Velen had arrived, the weight on his shoulders instantly lightened.

"Alan, so this is your ntor? Well, what a small world—we're all on the sa side, then."

Velen smiled, nodding at Alan before shifting his gaze toward Amanda.

A mischievous glint flashed in his eyes.

"System, Amanda sabotaged our plans earlier. Shouldn't I take this opportunity to show off a little?"

[System Response: Approved! A tycoon's reputation is above all else!]

Hearing the system's confirmation, Velen's grin widened.

"Amanda, I never got the chance to properly thank you for passing in the assessnt earlier. Now that we've t again, let's take this as fate—here, this Lv9 Forge is my gift to you!"

As he spoke, Velen casually pulled a Lv9 Forge out of his spatial bag and placed it before Amanda.

With a roaring burst of flas, an incredibly hot furnace appeared, illuminating the dim room with a fiery glow. The air itself seed to grow restless.

Pala was dumbstruck.

Alan's words from earlier rang in her mind:

"ntor, you don't understand the power of wealth and flaunting it. Even the strongest must bow before it."

Back then, she hadn't understood.

But now, as she watched Velen casually hand over a Lv9 Forge, the realization hit her like a divine revelation.

She finally understood those words down to her very soul.

anwhile, Amanda was montarily frozen.

Then, in a voice suddenly soft and sweet, she spoke like a bashful girl next door:

"Velen… young master, t-this is too much… I only passed you to help you save materials. I really don't deserve such a precious gift…"

Though her words expressed reluctance, her eyes were filled with pure longing, and her body instinctively leaned toward the Lv9 Forge, as if drawn by an invisible force—unable to pull herself away.

This was a Lv9 Forge.

The ultimate pursuit of all alchemists!

And now, it was hers?

This was like winning the celestial lottery!

Pala, watching this unfold, felt her dignity as a grandmaster crumble.

Yes, a Lv9 Forge was priceless—but she was still a representative of the Alchemist Convention!

And yet, Amanda had been so easily bought?!

Alan, on the other hand, had already seen too much to be surprised. He simply sighed softly.

"Yet another person conquered by Velen's wealth…"

[System Notification: Congratulations, host! Successful wealth flaunting! 100,000 Luxury Points!]

As the system's voice rang out, Velen's grin widened.

He had only been in Inferno Planet for a short ti, yet he had already accumulated over 1.1 million Luxury Points!

And once the Alchemist Convention officially started, he could easily earn another million with minimal effort!

This rate of earning Luxury Points was ridiculously fast!

"Amanda," Velen suddenly spoke, his tone playful.

"If you had let keep trying until I succeeded, I might have even gifted you a Supre Forge with a soul."

Amanda's eyes widened.

"Young Master Velen, a Supre Forge with a soul… isn't that sothing only found in the Upper Plane Universe? Even there, it's an extraordinarily rare treasure!"

She didn't believe him.

But before Velen could reply, Alan stepped forward, shaking his head.

"Velen never lies. The things you consider priceless treasures are probably nothing more than trinkets to him."

To drive the point ho, Alan raised his hand—summoning his Nine Dragons Cup.

With a deafening dragon's roar, nine legendary elental dragons erged, each coiled around a floating goblet, exuding an overwhelming aura that fractured the very air.

Amanda and Pala felt the imnse pressure crush down on them, their faces turning pale.

Their gazes were completely drawn to the nine dragons—each radiating different energies but all equally magnificent.

And at the center of each dragon's chest… was a floating goblet, pulsing with a powerful essence.

These dragons weren't just entities.

They were artifacts with souls!

Sothing that should have only existed in the Upper Plane Universe…

Yet Alan possessed them.