Chapter 1
[Host, stop bargaining already. I can only give you 1000 grams of gold, no more.]
The God of Wealth System #888 looked helplessly at its host. [At least act a little nervous! This is your very first dungeon in the Infinite World, ahhhh!]
The man looked melancholic, his features refined and scholarly, like a young academic who lived in books. Hard to imagine he was right now in a fierce mental battle with a system that literally fell from the sky.
“1000 grams of gold isn’t heavy enough. I want five jin (2500 grams).”
[There’s no precedent for that.]
“How can there not be? You dragged me all the way into this Infinite World, so I should at least get a travel subsidy. That’s only fair.” Lu Chuan argued righteously. “And besides, you never told me that crossing worlds would hurt so bad I nearly died. Shouldn’t I get some medical compensation?”
The system instinctively recalled its past hosts collapsing in agony after crossing worlds, and blurted: [Not unreasonable…]
Then immediately wished it could slap itself. Why hand him leverage like that?
“And didn’t you say you’d be permanently bound to me until I became the God of Wealth?”
[That’s correct.]
“Then in a long-term, fixed contract relationship like this, shouldn’t I get better benefits? I’m only asking for gold, not your life.”
[But if I give you five jin of gold you’ll barely be able to move, host. This is an Infinite World dungeon—people die here!]
“If I’m going to die, I want five jin of gold as my burial treasure,” Lu Chuan said stubbornly. “I’ll just stuff it in my bag. So—are you giving it or not?”
System #888 was on the verge of a breakdown. [Fine, fine! Take it! But maybe at least look around you—your teammates in this dungeon are staring at you!]
Heaven help him.
Never had it drawn a host like this before.
A complete, hopeless money-grubber.
Sure, technically he fit the criteria, but still—couldn’t he at least show a hint of tension?
This was the first time the system had heard of a host bargaining not for skills, not for items—just for money.
Not that it had many items or skills to offer newbies anyway.
Still, Lu Chuan was the only one out of hundreds of candidates who’d actually survived crossing into the Infinite World—because his obsession with money surpassed 99.999999% of all beings across parallel universes.
When he first arrived, the system had been ready to erase his pain from the crossing. But his first words were: “You’re a God of Wealth System—so you’ll make me rich, right?”
The system had to answer: “I’m not the producer of wealth, just its transporter. But you do get a starter pack. You may choose one item from the system.”
Lu Chuan chose without hesitation: “Gold.”
System #888 scanned him repeatedly to confirm: human, not a disguised dragon.
Well… love money if you must. At least there was no better candidate.
With tears in its code, the system bound itself to him, praying this host might survive longer than the last ones.
[Five jin of gold has been delivered. Please check your inventory. Since you picked that, there’s nothing else in your starter pack.]
“Perfect.” Lu Chuan felt the sudden weight in his canvas bag and grinned ear to ear.
Gold. Five jin!
2500 grams!
At the current price of 610 per gram, that was about 1.525 million.
Before this, his entire savings from odd jobs had never topped 1525 yuan.
So praying to Heaven every day—“Not a shred of true love, only riches and glory”—had been the right choice after all.
As long as you prepare well, opportunity will always come.
Lu Chuan almost burst out laughing.
Meanwhile, a tall, muscular man introduced himself:
“I’m a probationary member of the Abyss Guild, ID [Hunter081]. I’ve completed a year of training, all my stats are above 60. This is a newbie dungeon, so listen to me. Now, introduce yourselves.”
The others lit up with excitement.
“What? Abyss Guild? One of the top five guilds?”
To encounter such a figure in a newbie dungeon was pure luck. Passing this dungeon under his lead meant survival chances skyrocketed—and if they impressed him, maybe they’d even be scouted into a guild, which meant a stable future.
The others opened their panels one by one, listing stats and abilities. As expected, most were mediocre, with starter-pack abilities that were barely useful.
Finally, only one hadn’t spoken: Lu Chuan.
“I’m Lu Chuan. By the way, this game stat thing you’re talking about—where do I check it?” he asked earnestly.
The group froze, then took several steps back.
“You don’t even know how to open your panel?”
“People like you still exist?”
“No chance. He’s a goner.”
Even Hunter081, who had earlier glared at him in contempt, now only looked at him with pity and disdain.
In this world, Evil World, the infinite horror game, ruled everything. Even children knew the basic rules. Only fools who refused reality avoided learning about it—and the game wouldn’t drag in people who truly knew nothing.
Best to stay far away from this kind of clueless newbie.
“Stay away from us, or we’ll kill you ourselves,” Hunter081 spat before leaving. The others scurried after him.
Lu Chuan didn’t care. He was still fiddling with his panel.
“Baby, where do I find the stat values?” he asked in his head.
[…Before I gave you gold, you called me ‘System.’ After I gave you gold, you call me ‘Baby’? How fickle can you be?] the system sighed.
“Hand five jin of gold to anyone, they’d call you ‘darling’ too.” Lu Chuan said solemnly. “Oh, you’re not going to take back the gold, right?”
[Of course not.] The system was drained. Clearly, this host’s brain was wired only for money.
It had wanted a financially minded host, but this was… too perfect a match.
“Come on, Baby. Cheer up. If I were like the others, crying and panicking, wouldn’t that just give you a headache?” Lu Chuan said lightly.
Sigh, what was there to worry about?
So what if he had to cross into the Infinite World, play games, run dungeons, and risk his life?
What a joke. Wasn’t working seven part-time jobs a day, never having more than four digits in savings, and living every day in fear of starving tomorrow also a life-or-death struggle?
If he had to risk his life, he might as well play big.
The Lu family’s ancestral motto was: “Better to end the bloodline than to live without wealth and glory!”
Even if his luck was bad and the family line ended with him, surely his ancestors would smile in their graves.
After all, going back three generations, all their assets combined couldn’t amount to the 2500g of gold he had now.
[Hold on, I’ll switch modes so you can see. I can’t overpower the Heavenly Dao here, so I can only swallow your game panel.]
God of Wealth System #888 neatly switched into Evil World’s simplified mode, and Lu Chuan’s personal information and dungeon details appeared:
Name: Lu Chuan
Game ID: Not registered
Age: 22
Charm: 70/100 (Bro, if you didn’t love money so much this score could be higher)
Stamina: 88/100 (No surprise, with eight part-time jobs a day—your body’s basically built for labor)
Speed: 75/100 (You run the fastest when payday comes)
IQ: 90/100 (With smarts like this, how did you end up so down-and-out?)
Luck: ??? (Suspected interference from extraordinary forces, unable to determine)
Sanity: 61/100 (Barely passing. Infinite Worlds really do suit you.)
Starter Pack: 2500g of gold, worth 1.525 million in this world’s currency.
[Host, I can’t help you inside dungeon worlds, or the dungeon system will target you.] System #888 was worried sick. Other newbies could at least draw something like [+5 Constitution], [+5 Speed], or [+5 Defense]. The lucky ones might even get a life-saving item.
But its host? Just a brick—albeit one made of gold.
“With 2500g of gold, what else do I need?” Lu Chuan rolled his wrists and sighed. “You found me too late. If I’d known binding to you would make me this rich, why would I have worked myself half to death? Selling my life for money is still selling my life. Who cares what kind of work it is—what’s the difference?”
[…Host, the Infinite World really will cost you your life.] System #888 feared it would lose yet another host.
This one seemed unhinged, no wonder his sanity was only 61. Maybe the scan was wrong—he already seemed completely brainwashed by 2500 grams of gold.
“Mm, bosses also want my life. Long pain, short pain—what’s the difference?” Lu Chuan packed up quickly, his fighting spirit surging. “Alright, time to work—no, time to dungeon-run. I can’t betray myself, and I definitely can’t betray this money!”
Author’s Note:
New story with three daily updates. The male lead is possessed by a money-grubber’s soul—wants money, doesn’t want life, a little unhinged, hehe.
I often see people questioning the setting, so here’s a unified answer: Why can Infinite Games overthrow an entire world? Because the player count increases by millions every day. When a player dies, the game just pulls in someone else. That terrifying rate of growth leaves the world powerless to resist. Officials can be rescuers one second and dead players the next. Only after the old world order completely collapsed did the surviving players figure out the dungeon rules, reducing the death rate—and thus it became the Infinite World.
Since chapter length is limited, I didn’t want to cram too much setting into Chapter One and hinder readability.
A setting is just a setting—don’t look for realism in a fictional world~
I’m sorry, they’re in an infinite flow game called Evil World ? ? ? Seems interesting so far but unsure if the MC’s money loving will be too much for me or not yet. Thanks for the translation!
This is so interesting! And 3 chapters a day??? Are you an angel??