In the Infinite Worlds, I Just Want to Be the God of Wealth – CH194

Chapter 194

The Main God System had added a new god—the God of Wealth—and even issued a solemn announcement.

Many of the master-ranked players on the Master-Rank Board in Yuweyan now had only one hunt target: the God of Wealth. That alone proved how much attention the Main God System was giving this deity.

“Why does that god’s name sound kind of familiar?”

“Of course it does. Why don’t you check the current guildmaster of the Star Guild’s nickname?”

“Lu Chuan’s name is ‘Arrival of the God of Wealth’. That has to be a coincidence. Right? Coincidence?”

“There’s no such thing as coincidence like that.”

“Could Lu Chuan really be a god? Can gods even become players?”

“He may not be a god, but his ties to one must run deep. His meteoric rise to 14th place on the Master-Rank Board was suspicious enough.”

“Hah, ridiculous. You can’t level up, so you just sour-grape on others?”

“Then how do you explain the names being so alike?”

“So what if they’re similar? It’s not like it’s identical. With so many names in the world, how many people share the same one? Saying they’re the same just because of that—it’s a stretch!”

***

Because of the God of Wealth, speculation about Lu Chuan’s connection to the new deity exploded across forums and newspapers alike.

Lu Chuan was more famous than ever.

From the moment he became a player, to now as guildmaster, news about him had always stirred endless waves. Countless people argued heatedly about him.

Meanwhile, the culprit himself was happily enjoying hotpot in a dungeon with Cang Jiu and Number 18.

Since his body’s divinization, Lu Chuan’s physique had become especially robust.

After trying hotpot with Lu Chuan once, Number 18 fell in love with it—never again could he tolerate gnawing on raw gods. So, when Lu Chuan arrived, he even went and picked out the tastiest god he could find just for him.

At first Lu Chuan felt a little uneasy. But once he saw that the creature looked like a cross between a goat and an ox, he ate it without the slightest guilt. After tasting its meat boiled in hotpot, he realized all the other meat he’d eaten before was nothing but bran. He was instantly hooked.

Number 18 exclaimed that Lu Chuan had great taste—this was the very best-tasting god he had tried among countless others. Since these gods revived quickly and existed in large numbers, he restrained his appetite, catching only one each time and releasing the rest. But no matter where they fled, he could always find them.

“The Main God System publicly announced your existence. No doubt it’s trying to sic the players on you.” Cang Jiu, who held dominion over desire and cared little for gluttony, said evenly. “And besides players, quite a few resurrecting gods and those awaiting ascension will be targeting you as well.”

“Let them target me. It can’t be helped—gold always shines.” Lu Chuan sighed, rubbing his face. “From the day I came to this world, I knew this day would come. To become a god peacefully? Impossible. You have to fight the whole world, beat the whole world—then you’ve earned the right to call your path to godhood arduous.”

When he first picked his player nickname, he’d already considered this possibility.

But even if given another chance, he would probably still choose the same name.

In the end, names didn’t matter. Even if he changed it, the Main God System would find some way to leak his information. The end result would be the same.

“Want me to eat them for you?” Number 18 suddenly raised his head. “I can swallow a whole bunch at once.”

“Uh, no need for that.” Lu Chuan quickly waved him off. “Most of them are still useful. And honestly, those players only talk big. When it comes down to it, they won’t dare really go against me. Why did I insist on becoming guildmaster of the Star Guild? For moments like this!”

If Lu Chuan were just an ordinary player, such discussions would surely trigger a storm of criticism. Many opportunists would gather together and seize the chance to eliminate him, this looming threat.

But now, Lu Chuan wasn’t just Lu Chuan—he was also the guildmaster of the Star Guild, and that position carried a weight not so easily shaken by a few words.

Sure enough, Lu Chuan didn’t even need to step forward to clarify or defend himself—Starry Ming quickly took action.

Many newspaper offices were surrounded by squads of Star Guild players.

“We don’t care what kind of news you want to write, but if we ever catch you slandering our guildmaster again, you might as well shut your paper down for good!”

“Our guildmaster is young and has a good temper—but we don’t. Try this one more time and we’ll burn your office down, newspapers and all.”

“Do you really think our guild is easy to bully?”

Likewise, those forum posters stirring up public outrage were tracked down and directly confronted by the guild.

Some who stubbornly refused to admit fault were strung up publicly by Starry Ming, without the slightest mercy.

“If anyone dares spread rumors to tarnish our guildmaster’s name, this will be your fate!”

True to his ruthless nature, Starry Ming didn’t just hang them up—he forcibly stripped away all of their items as punishment. Only such harsh measures would make them remember, otherwise they’d dare to offend again.

“Yes, plenty of people are jealous of our guild lately. But if you think some rumors can topple our guildmaster, you’re delusional. Try again, and we won’t let you walk away alive.”

This display silenced many voices instantly. Nobody wanted to be the next one strung up.

Those who obediently deleted their posts were merely warned, then let go.

The Star Guild’s show of force, instead of backfiring, scattered much of the hostile talk.

Internally, all members were instructed to speak with one voice: whenever they saw false accusations against the guildmaster, they were to strike back immediately, with the guild taking full responsibility. With such a “get-out-of-jail-free card,” players vented their frustrations wholeheartedly.

When rivals are of similar standing, even slander can be a weapon.
But when the gap is too wide, even the truth goes ignored.

Lu Chuan didn’t need to say a word—he had already won.

No matter what players personally thought, within the guild Lu Chuan was their guildmaster, their face. To question him was to pick a fight with the entire Star Guild.

For the sake of guild honor, even veteran members who secretly resented his rise closed ranks, refusing to let hostile rumors spread further.

Meanwhile, the other four great Guilds remained neutral, watching without comment. Even when players begged them to step in for “justice,” they only offered perfunctory official statements.

Whether Lu Chuan was the so-called God of Wealth hardly mattered. As long as he was guildmaster of the Star Guild, he couldn’t be toppled easily.

Still, people weren’t fools—Lu Chuan might not be a god, but he was clearly connected to this deity.

In Extreme Evil Online, many players’ nicknames were tied to their abilities, interests, or powers. Some even drew their strength directly from their chosen names.

For instance, most Ocean Heart Guild members had ocean-themed names; Noah Guild members chose names from religious myth; Abyss Guild members favored demon names. These weren’t coincidences but signposts of their power’s nature.

So with Lu Chuan named “Arrival of the God of Wealth”, obsessed with business, and now coinciding with the sudden rise of the God of Wealth’s cult—how could people not suspect he had dealings with that deity? Perhaps he was even a high priest.

Players’ attitudes toward gods varied widely.

Take Noah Guild, where a master-ranked player actually served as the Pope in the game’s largest church—deeply tied to the divine. If a god could benefit their guild, cooperation wasn’t unusual.

The real question for the other guilds was: what would Lu Chuan gain from the God of Wealth? And would this god’s rise create opportunities for the Star Guild?

That was what truly mattered.

***

[Wow, Host, you actually pulled it off.] #888 was far more nervous than Lu Chuan himself. With its upgrade, it could now monitor information across both dungeons and reality in real time.

“This is normal.” Lu Chuan yawned. “At the end of the day, it’s just a coincidence. It’s not like I’ve been caught red-handed. And if names really mattered, then Ocean Heart’s guildmaster is called Sea Emperor, Revival Guild’s guildmaster is Undying, Noah’s guildmaster is Holy Father, and Abyss’s guildmaster is Lucifer. Are they all gods? Ridiculous. This is just baseless speculation. Because I’m young, inexperienced, and my name happens to overlap with this god’s appearance, they’re making noise. I don’t need to lift a finger—my subordinates handle it while I sit back and relax.”

Power and status were always valuable—that’s why humans had chased them for millennia.

[Humans are strange creatures,] #888 muttered. [Sometimes they ignore the truth in front of them, and sometimes they indulge in wild speculation.]

“You’ll get used to it. Humans have always been like this.” Lu Chuan yawned again. “I’ll just pretend I don’t know anything.”

[Then why are you still hiding in a dungeon, instead of coming out?] #888 asked curiously. [Didn’t you already stabilize the situation?]

“Cough. It’s stable, yes—but for people who know me well, this explanation won’t hold up.” Lu Chuan sighed. “Forget it, I’ll just lay low for now.”

***

Meanwhile, in reality—

Shen Li kicked open Lu Chuan’s door.

Empty.

“Brother Shen, we didn’t see him anywhere else either. And he hasn’t replied to our messages,” Starry Shasha said, dejected.

“He’s not in reality—we’ve already checked with items.” Lilus sneered. “Nine times out of ten he’s hiding in a dungeon. That sly bastard probably guessed we’d come asking questions and decided to avoid us.”

“Ahem, I’m sure he’ll show up eventually. Maybe he’s just figuring out how to explain.” Messiah offered a fair comment.

“Explain? More like scheming how to cover it up.” Shen Li sneered. “I’ve met plenty of greedy people, but never anyone like him. If he’s not tied to the God of Wealth, I’ll cut off my head and let him use it as a ball!”

“Don’t say that.” Edith quickly tried to calm him.

“Even if he is connected, we can still talk it out,” Cynthia added.

But nobody expected Shen Li to be the angriest one upon hearing about the God of Wealth.

“How do we talk it out?” Shen Li raged. “When I invited him into the guild, I asked what he wanted—he immediately demanded to be finance director. Since then, my private stash, my hidden savings, all got cleaned out by him! And fine, I even worked overtime building that damned Golden Tower and auction house for him. Years of sweat if not merit. And now? He suddenly ties himself to the God of Wealth, and can’t even bother to explain? Instead he runs off and leaves us to handle the fallout? He is the God of Wealth, I swear it!”

“Uh… not necessarily…”

“Our hunting targets are all the God of Wealth. As you know, only gods we’ve had direct contact with become hunt targets. But his target isn’t the God of Wealth. And we’ve cleared so many dungeons together. What does that tell you?” Shen Li sneered. “Back when we first discussed this, he already looked guilty. If he really had ties to a god, why not just admit it? Did he think we’d actually turn on him just because the system ordered us to?”

The thought only stoked Shen Li’s anger.

He took it as a sign that Lu Chuan didn’t trust him.

And indeed, Lu Chuan guessed Shen Li was furious—hence hiding until tempers cooled.

“Let’s suppose he really is the God of Wealth,” Cynthia said seriously. “What should we do? Even if he isn’t, he’s clearly closely connected. I lean toward him being this god’s emissary or high priest. That would explain why the God of Wealth only appeared after Lu Chuan rose to power.”

As for Lu Chuan actually being a god, Cynthia didn’t want to think about it.

Because every god they’d met so far never regarded humans as equals. To them, people were just food. If Lu Chuan really were the God of Wealth, then they weren’t the same species—and they’d end up as offerings.

Some thoughts were too dangerous to follow.

“Sis, he’s definitely not a god,” Lilus said cautiously. “What god acts like him? Stingy, petty, vengeful, solving everything with money. Shameless and untrustworthy. Greedy, sure—but not divine.”

“I don’t really care whether he’s a god or not.” Cynthia smiled at her younger brother’s cautious look. “If I truly doubted that he’s sincere with us, I wouldn’t still be here. What worries me more is… if one day he stops being himself, what should we do? How do we bring him… back?”

They had met Lu Chuan the human, not Lu Chuan the deity.

But they also clearly remembered how, in Shen Li’s “Divine Challenge” dungeon, Lu Chuan had once taken on another form.
What if he became like that again — or something even stronger?

Everyone fell silent.

Humans are naturally suspicious. Even mothers and sons, husbands and wives can’t give unconditional trust. All they could say was that they chose to believe in the Lu Chuan standing before them now.

Shen Li, who had known Lu Chuan the longest, was also the angriest — but that only meant he trusted Lu Chuan the most.

Lu Chuan could hide for a while, but not forever.

Eventually he had to leave the dungeon… and ran straight into his teammates.

“Uh… why are you all here? Planning a surprise birthday party for me?” He forced a grin. “It’s almost my twenty-fifth birthday, you know. I usually celebrate by the lunar calendar, but by this world’s calendar I could squeeze in another—”

Shen Li and the others looked at him darkly, saying nothing.

Lu Chuan’s smile nearly slipped.

“What, cat got your tongues?” he laughed awkwardly. “After all this time, you’re still not calm?”

“We waited for you half a month,” said Messiah, usually the mildest, finally losing patience. “We thought you were going to hide in that dungeon for decades.”

“Haha, not that bad.” Lu Chuan poured himself water, trying to stay calm, mind racing.

Clearly, bluffing wasn’t going to work. He’d have to find a cleverer excuse.

“What’s wrong — thinking of what lie will convince us?” Shen Li sneered. “From now on, we ask, you answer.”

They’d agreed beforehand: with Lu Chuan, nine out of ten sentences weren’t entirely true. He was good at using truths to mislead — trimming details, blurring words, turning lies into truths.

So the best way was for them to ask directly.

“When you answer, think about our friendship,” Shen Li said mildly. “If you really lie to us and we find out later, we won’t forgive you. Consider that carefully.”

Lu Chuan froze.

How was he supposed to answer that?

Shen Li might seem honest, but he wasn’t simple at all.

“The first question: are you the God of Wealth?”

All eyes fixed on Lu Chuan — this was the question they cared about most.
Once they had that answer, the rest could wait.

Lu Chuan looked at them. He knew that even if he denied it, they’d believe anyway.
So why bother?

They’d known each other so long. And he understood: lies could never become truth. Besides, he still had many things to do under the title of “God of Wealth.” It was impossible to leave no trace.

If they found out later that he’d deceived them, it would be even harder to fix.

What they wanted was simply his attitude.

“I can’t say,” Lu Chuan shook his head, looking at Shen Li. “You’ll get that answer someday — but not from me right now. As long as you still see me as the Lu Chuan you know, believe in the person standing here, believe I won’t hurt you — that’s enough.”

“What kind of answer is that?” Lilus demanded. “Dodging the question!”

“Fine, let’s leave it,” Cynthia sighed in relief. “Lil, not everything is black and white. By not answering, Lu Chuan is giving us all some room.”

Once trust breaks, it’s hard to mend. By refusing to answer now, Lu Chuan was leaving them an escape route.

“Second question,” Shen Li said. “Where exactly do you come from?”

Another question with no easy answer.

They must have planned these beforehand; each one went straight for the core.

Lu Chuan had always claimed to be an ordinary person, but there was a blank stretch before he became a player. However much he might have been a recluse, there should have been traces of a past life. And with no family or friends at all? Even stranger.

They hadn’t asked before because they trusted him, but now they felt this might be vital.

“You’re not going to say ‘can’t answer’ again, are you?” Lilus glared.

“I can answer.” Lu Chuan knew he wouldn’t get away today without saying something real.

“I’m not from your world,” he said — shocking everyone. “I come from a parallel world, one without a Main God System, without deities. Just as we are outsiders to the NPCs of the dungeon worlds, I’m an outsider to you.”

“No Main God System, no gods? What kind of world is that? Isn’t it chaotic?” Lilus was puzzled. “And how did you get here?”

“That part I can’t say.” Lu Chuan smiled. “But if you read more history, you’ll see — a few hundred years ago, even this world had no Main God System, no gods.”

They struggled to imagine the peaceful world Lu Chuan described — no dungeons, no guilds, only nations. Still, he patiently answered their questions about it, including how he’d lived there.

“You were poor in your world? Working seven or eight jobs a day?” They were stunned; they’d assumed he was some grand lord.

“…Sorry, I really didn’t do well,” Lu Chuan admitted wryly. “But I’ve done great in this one.”

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