Reborn with Infinity Money System, I was Worshipped by All Universes! Chapter 172 169-Galdorin: To Hell with Bitter Cultivation! W

"Lord Velen, what do you think of my move?"

Galdorin couldn't take it anymore!

I can't hold back any longer!

I want to waste resources too!

He channeled a bit of magic to protect his neck, then took out his precious staff, hung it around his neck, and started spinning in circles.

Lord Velen, please notice !

Sure enough, Galdorin's bizarre actions successfully caught Velen's attention.

"Galdorin, what the hell are you doing?" Velen asked in astonishnt.

"Getting older, you know? This helps relieve neck stiffness," Galdorin lied without a hint of sha.

Hearing this, Velen's eyes lit up. He burst into laughter.

"Didn't expect you to be one of us! Co, I've got so fine wine. Tell your story!"

Wine?!

Galdorin's eyes sparkled.

He was a man who loved his liquor!

More importantly, with Velen's extravagant nature, how could his wine be anything but divine?!

"Your Highness, I'm afraid I won't be keeping you company anymore," Galdorin glanced at Eureka, who was completely dumbfounded, and imdiately defected to the wastefulness camp.

Before leaving, he even kicked away his once-cherished staff that had been hanging around his neck.

"Eat! Fruit of the Saintess, all you can eat! Drink! Château Lafite, endless refills!" Velen called out.

Watching the three n and one demon feasting and drinking, Eureka almost cried!

I'm the Crown Prince of the Uno Kingdom!

So why do I feel like I'm worse off than a beggar?!

What do I do?! I want to join them!

But… I don't know how to waste resources!

What even counts as wastefulness?!

He was panicking!

Eureka was genuinely panicking!

He knew Galdorin loved alcohol. Seeing how much he enjoyed just one sip, there was no doubt that this wine was out of this world—simply because Velen had provided it!

Galdorin! You traitor!

I want so too!

"I'm just a swordsman. The most valuable thing I own is my sword that has been with for years… but how do I waste resources using a sword?!"

Eureka was so anxious he was on the verge of tears.

Never in his life had he imagined he'd be stressed out over not knowing how to be wasteful!

Frantically, he rummaged through his spatial ring.

Potions? Useless!

Magic herbs? Useless!

Scrolls? Useless!

High-grade spellbeast at?

His gaze shifted between the spellbeast at in his ring and his sword.

Got it!

Sizzle! Sizzle! Sizzle!

The sound of at grilling filled the air as the rich aroma of roasting spellbeast at spread throughout the flying artifact.

Though most of the scent quickly drifted away through the damaged hull, the three n and one demon imdiately caught a whiff.

"Lord Velen, you have wine, but where's the at?"

Eureka turned around, grinning strangely as he raised his sword.

Only then did the others see—

He was using his sword, heated by his fire magic, to grill thin slices of spellbeast at!

"Genius! Your Highness, you're a natural talent in the art of wastefulness!"

Velen was genuinely stunned.

He never expected Galdorin and Eureka to have such incredible wastefulness potential.

"So this is the power of wastefulness…?"

Galdorin felt a shockwave go off in his mind.

Holy shit!

What was I just doing?!

Velen hadn't even asked them to do anything, yet they had instinctively started wasting resources!

Even sacrificing their own beloved equipnt!

This subtle, subconscious transformation filled Galdorin with fear.

This tycoon… this wastrel… what kind of magic does he have?!

But… but…

"Damn it, this feels AMAZING!"

Galdorin gazed at the fine wine and Saintess Fruit before him, wishing he could waste even more!

"To hell with my staff! Watch how I use it to pound atballs!"

Not to be outdone by Eureka, Galdorin retrieved his kicked-aside staff, picked up a fist-sized chunk of high-grade spellbeast at, and hurled it into the air.

Then, with sheer brute force, he blasted the at with his staff—pounding it rcilessly mid-air.

The sheer violence of it left everyone stunned!

"Wait, you can use a staff like that?!"

Clinton glanced between Galdorin, who was savagely bludgeoning atballs, and his own Soul Armor Set, which was being used as an underwear drying rack.

He suddenly felt ashad.

This! This is TRUE wastefulness!

"Galdorin, we're all on the sa team! Did you really have to take it this far?!"

Eureka's eyes turned red with jealousy.

He had finally realized—

Galdorin was born to waste!

For the sake of squandering, he didn't even care about his high-grade staff!

That staff was forged from Starstone, a precious material the king himself had searched high and low for!

Even Arthur the Knight Commander was denied a re fragnt to forge a sword!

If Arthur saw this, he'd probably kill him on the spot!

Seeing how hard Galdorin and Eureka were working to waste resources, Velen nodded approvingly.

These two had incredible potential.

Unfortunately, he couldn't bring them to the fortress.

The fortress already had enough people.

And as for recruiting them into the wastefulness ranks?

Well… their gender was all wrong.

What a sha!

"Galdorin, take this Law Fragnt as a gift."

Though he couldn't bring them along, as the Supre Wastrel, Velen had to acknowledge Galdorin's talents in wastefulness.

"Your Highness, though your sword intent hasn't reached its peak yet, take this Advancent Fragnt. Once you've mastered your sword intent, you can use it to break through instantly."

Velen then handed Eureka an Advancent Fragnt as well.

Holding their priceless fragnts, Galdorin and Eureka were so moved they nearly cried.

To hell with bitter cultivation!

Wastefulness is the true path!

Right now, they were insanely jealous of the people in Velen's fortress—even that damn rabbit!

But Velen never invited them to the fortress.

And they knew.

They probably would never get the chance to follow him.

This would be the greatest regret of their lives.

"Galdorin, aren't you going to absorb your Law Fragnt now?"

After feasting and drinking their fill, Eureka asked in confusion.

"No! I'll wait until we return!"

"I'm going to break through right in front of that old bastard Arthur! And when he asks where I got this fragnt, I'll proudly tell him—"

"I WASTED IT INTO EXISTENCE!"

Galdorin smirked smugly.

Finally!

He had so backbone now!

Holy shit.

Eureka nearly cursed out loud.

Arthur was already gravely injured… Clinton's antics were enough to drive him mad…

And now Galdorin wants to finish him off?!

anwhile.

In a quiet corner, Clinton and Ironback Centipede were whispering.

"Brother, we got absolutely destroyed. Those two are insanely good at wasting!"

Clinton sighed bitterly.

He felt worthless.

Not even knowing how to be wasteful properly?!

What a disgrace to Velen!