In the Infinite Worlds, I Just Want to Be the God of Wealth – CH195

Chapter 195

More than whether Lu Chuan was truly the God of Wealth, everyone was fascinated by how badly he’d fared in his own world.

Seriously — this was Lu Chuan! None of them could picture him down and out.

Lu Chuan hadn’t wanted to talk, but they pestered him endlessly — ostensibly “just wanting to understand what that world was like,” but really to hear embarrassing stories.

Since Lu Chuan had always been the mountain looming over them, now they had a chance to enjoy tales of his past misfortunes. How could they possibly let it go?

If he refused to confirm whether he was the God of Wealth, sharing a few old anecdotes seemed a fair trade.

“Your world really had such strict laws? So you couldn’t do anything?”

“Does your world’s ‘earn money then get unlucky’ curse still work here?”

“I think maybe your world did have gods — otherwise how do you explain your family being broke for generations?”

They analyzed Lu Chuan’s situation in earnest.

Truth grows clearer through debate — but their delight in Lu Chuan’s misery grew even clearer.

Lu Chuan glanced at their gleeful faces and turned away, unwilling to watch.

What did they know?

They were used to living lawlessly, admired wherever they went if they were strong enough.

But in a society ruled by law, it was different.

Yes, he was capable — but the world wasn’t short of capable people.

Back home, with no capital, no patrons, no opportunities, all he could do was work jobs. Maybe someday his luck might have turned, but he’d chosen this world instead. The troubles of his old life no longer mattered.

Whatever his past, it didn’t stop him from becoming a Guildmaster here — and soon, a god.

So, really, it was the world’s fault, not Lu Chuan’s lack of ability.

His reasoning was perfectly sound — at least to him.

“Alright, we get it.” Shen Li suppressed a laugh, resting both hands on Lu Chuan’s shoulders. “I used to wonder why you loved money so much. Now I understand.”

“Yes, I owe you an apology,” Lilus said sincerely. “I never imagined you’d had it so rough — working nonstop, humoring customers, and still you never broke the law or sold yourself. That’s impressive.”

Lu Chuan ground his teeth.

Was that an apology? It sounded more like provocation.

“Brother Lu, don’t worry,” Starry Shasha said, pretending to wipe away nonexistent tears. “Now that you’re here with us, you’ll be fine. Our world isn’t so strict — as long as you’ve got talent, you can still make your fortune.”

“Uh… I think I’d do fine in your world too,” Messiah said, rubbing his nose. “You said looks count as productivity, right? I wouldn’t be poor.”

“…It’s not that I couldn’t make money,” Lu Chuan retorted. “I just had bad luck — as soon as I got some, it slipped away. If hard work alone made you rich, I’d have been loaded.”

They all nodded in solemn agreement.

No, you don’t understand, Lu Chuan thought.

If you’d wipe those smug smiles off your faces, then maybe I’d believe you.

[Host, I think they’re enjoying your misery,] #888 said gravely.

“Take away the words ‘I feel,’ and what they’re really doing is gloating over my misfortune,” Lu Chuan complained. “But forget it. Even so, this situation is already far better than the worst-case scenario I had imagined.”

Since Lu Chuan had chosen to spread the belief in the God of Wealth, he had naturally been prepared for the consequences.

He had considered the possibility that maybe his teammates wouldn’t suspect a thing, wouldn’t focus their attention on him, or even if they did realize he was the God of Wealth, they would still unconditionally trust him and join him in resisting the Main God System.

Of course, that would be the best outcome.

But there was also the worst outcome—that Shen Li and the others guessed his true identity and, while questioning his intentions for mixing with them, ended up obeying the Main God System’s orders, rallying other players to besiege him.

Still, Lu Chuan felt his luck should fall somewhere between the two extremes.

Given the way things had turned out now, aside from losing a little face, everything else was actually quite good.

“Since we’ve gotten our answer, we won’t press further,” after some discussion, the group decided Shen Li would be their spokesperson. “We only hope that in the future, if you decide to answer, you’ll tell us your choice immediately. Whether as teammate or enemy, we just want a clear answer.”

“Alright,” Lu Chuan agreed.

Only then did the group breathe a sigh of relief.

To be honest, making an enemy of Lu Chuan wasn’t an easy thing, and if they could avoid such trouble, they preferred not to. For now, delaying was good enough—they weren’t in a rush.

Things could be let go easily in the real world because here, Lu Chuan had his own business, his own accumulation of influence, and an unshakable position of power.

But in the dungeon worlds, though Lu Chuan was the master of the Golden Tower, there were still many people stronger than him.

And among those most sensitive to news about the God of Wealth, none compared to the Extreme Extreme Evil Loan Company.

No matter which dungeon their employees were working in, they were immediately recalled.

Chen Ji, who had originally planned to hide his identity as High Priest and pose as an ordinary employee, was now required to show up in meetings in his true role.

Many employees looked at Chen Ji with complicated expressions.

Good grief—everyone thought you were just a colleague and rival, but turns out you were undercover all along? Some even worried whether all the times they had snatched his clients or deals would come back to bite them later.

The God of Exchange naturally could not appear in person—doing so would cause a mass upheaval and defection among the staff.

So the divine will was conveyed through Chen Ji and the other priests.

“The will of the god is simple: our company must mobilize all its strength, sparing no cost, to find the whereabouts of the God of Wealth. Once found, every employee involved will be promoted directly into management, and you’ll also be granted one free wish in exchange with the god.” Chen Ji addressed the employees. “Whether you want to bring your relatives and friends into this world to live, or achieve immortality—it can all be fulfilled.”

The employees erupted with excitement.

“As long as we find the God of Wealth, that’s enough?”

“What about just providing information related to Him?”

“How will our contribution be measured?”

***

The Extreme Extreme Evil Loan Company’s employees were no amateurs—either high-level NPCs or powerful players, each with their own networks and resources.

Even if they couldn’t find the God of Wealth immediately, with time they were bound to uncover related information, which could then be offered to the God of Exchange. Naturally, before that, they wanted all the terms laid out clearly so they wouldn’t be cheated later.

“You don’t need to worry about that. All the rules have already been set.” Chen Ji pulled out a thick stack of project documents. “Exactly what counts as related to the God of Wealth, the price, and the reward you can exchange it for—it’s all spelled out clearly here. You’ll all get a copy to compare. But let me warn you: the God of Wealth is a mighty being capable of opposing our God of Exchange. He’s not some newly born minor deity. In dealing with Him, you must be cautious—extremely cautious!”

Chen Ji himself hadn’t expected that this so-called God of Wealth could agitate his god so much.

The God of Exchange had long desired to ascend to a true godhood. Yet due to limitations in authority, it had never been able to succeed. It desperately wanted to devour other gods, complete its divinity, and become a legitimate deity.

But at such a critical time, another god had appeared and claimed the title of “God of Wealth.”

A god’s name was often tied directly to its authority.

For someone to hold this title meant an irreconcilable conflict with the God of Exchange.

Chen Ji couldn’t help but feel uneasy. He suspected this deity was somehow connected to Lu Chuan.

Could it be that Lu Chuan, like him, was also a High Priest of the God of Wealth?

It seemed necessary to reach out to Lu Chuan. But Lu Chuan likely wouldn’t agree to meet so easily—Chen Ji would have to find a safe way and send him a gift first.

Meanwhile, the Main God System had issued a hunting mission. It wasn’t just for players—even the Executors’ task boards now included the God of Wealth’s name.

NPCs were also tempted by rumors: that anyone who hunted down the God of Wealth could gain a body free to travel between worlds like a player’s, along with great power. Others pointed to the rich bounties posted on the reward boards. All of it was enough to stir hearts.

For a time, the God of Wealth became a target of universal hostility.

The last time the Main God System had mobilized like this was against the God of Desire, and that had been ages ago.

This time, with a newborn god potentially threatening its supremacy, the Main God System was determined to strike hard.

For several days, NPCs across dungeon worlds launched large-scale searches for the God of Wealth. Everyone wanted the rewards, and everyone wanted to know: who exactly was this god?

The master-ranked players, however, remained calm.

Especially the guildmasters and vice guildmasters of the five major guilds—they were even more composed.

“For the Main God System to go to such lengths, the God of Wealth must be a serious threat to it.”

“The Main God System has seen countless gods before. The fact it’s reacting so strongly this time means it probably wants to seize this god’s powers and authority to strengthen itself.”

“From the name alone, the God of Wealth is clearly tied to money and currency. Our dungeon worlds’ currency systems are still underdeveloped—even our clear rewards are still settled in game points. If the authority of the God of Wealth were introduced, our dungeon experience might improve greatly.”

“Wouldn’t that just make the Main God System stronger?”

Though the top players had been granted great power by the Main God System, many of them still resented it.

Players were harvested in batch after batch—dying off one after another—while the Main God System grew ever stronger. Did they really not understand why? Of course they did.

Those in Guildmastership, in particular, saw more, thought more, and couldn’t simply march in lockstep with the system.

If the God of Wealth could deal the Main God System a heavy blow, they wouldn’t mind lending Him a hand.

The night before a storm is always unusually calm.

When Lu Chuan came to inspect one of the Golden Towers, he overheard employees discussing the God of Wealth—dreaming about how many rewards they might earn if they found Him.

“Ahem. Have you finished your work? Instead of daydreaming, you should focus on selling more.” Lu Chuan was followed by the Tower’s managers.

“Boss!” The employees immediately recognized him—after all, his photo hung inside the Golden Tower itself.

Their superiors had made it clear: if they ever met Guildmaster Lu in a dungeon, they should cut him some slack and serve him well. This could be their chance to rise in the company!

So whenever Lu Chuan came to audit or inspect, employees would secretly watch him, trying to memorize his face.

Unfortunately, Lu Chuan almost never entered low-level dungeons anymore, leaving them with no chance to curry favor.

Well, opportunities come to those who prepare. Maybe next time, they’d get lucky.

“I know the God of Wealth business has made you restless—everyone wants a piece of the pie.” Lu Chuan put on a solemn air. “But you must understand, the fact that the Main God System fears Him so much proves His immense power, His countless followers, and that His strength far surpasses ours. It’s even possible that some of His believers are among us here in the Golden Tower. So you must be cautious—extremely cautious. Understand?”

“Yes, sir!”

“Good. And if you do come across reliable information about the God of Wealth, report it to me immediately.” Lu Chuan added persuasively, “The rewards on the bounty boards may not fall into your hands, but our Golden Tower has always honored its promises. If you really obtain news of the God of Wealth, our rewards will definitely not be small.”

The employees all nodded vigorously in agreement.

888 almost wanted to clap for Lu Chuan’s move.

[Brilliant, Host! With this, it’s as if you’ve infiltrated the enemy camp yourself. If anything suspicious crops up, you’ll be able to adjust immediately.]
#888 couldn’t resist buttering up his host—no matter how you looked at it, Lu Chuan always came out on top.

“It’s just a precaution.” Lu Chuan curved his lips into a smile as he accepted #888’s praise. “In the dungeon world I’ve got so many golden towers, countless employees and industries under my name. That’s a force you can’t ignore. I can’t exactly bring people over to arrest myself, but I can muddy the waters, can’t I? Fishing in troubled waters has always been my specialty!”

[Host, you’re absolutely right!] #888 became a mindless flatterer, showering him with flowery compliments that made Lu Chuan feel utterly pleased.

Clearly, the system upgrade points hadn’t gone to waste—#888 had unlocked a whole new repertoire of flattery styles.

[Host, but if you do this, your pitifully small number of believers may grow even more nervous.] #888 couldn’t help adding. [If some of them want to betray you, that could be…]

“Betrayal? No—they can’t afford the price.” Lu Chuan sneered. “Once you’ve become my believer, I don’t ask for your faith or your life up front. But don’t think you can burn the bridge after crossing. Nothing free ever comes cheap. They enjoyed my protection—sooner or later, the debt must be repaid. You think ‘buy now, pay later’ is some good deal? Back in my old world, I always disabled that nonsense when paying.”

And indeed, things were exactly as Lu Chuan said.

At present, he had fewer than thirty believers, and their levels weren’t very high.

At first, they were overjoyed to receive the protection of the “God of Wealth.” They thought it a bargain—just offer a bit of gold and gain powerful protection. The same price wouldn’t even buy a decent defensive item.

But their joy was short-lived. Soon, their existence was leaked, and the Main God System even issued announcements calling for the hunt of the “God of Wealth” and his followers. The forums were flooded with posts about hunting down believers of the God of Wealth.

For believers who were already struggling, this was disaster upon disaster.

It was hard enough to offer the monthly gold; once they used divine protection, they found themselves drowning in interest they couldn’t repay. To scrape together enough gold, they sold off their belongings and lived on scraps, refusing to spend on themselves.

And even then, they still couldn’t keep up with the interest.

Now, seeing the rich rewards for betraying the God of Wealth, some couldn’t help but wonder:

If they handed over the statues of the God of Wealth to the Main God System—or to other master-ranked players offering bounties—couldn’t they earn those rewards instead?

Once that thought appeared, it refused to go away.

Unfortunately for them, the moment they tried, the statues in their hands began to give warnings:

[Belief deviation detected. Current debt interest increased by 1%.]
[Discard statue once ? 50g deducted.]
[Insult god once ? 10g deducted.]
[Make an obscene gesture at god once ? 30g deducted.]
…

Foolish children.

Did you think I was easy to fool?

888 bombarded them with warnings. From the moment they received their statues, they had already been marked. Escaping a god’s control? Dream on.

If it were that easy, cultists wouldn’t be running rampant everywhere. Getting in is easy, getting out is nearly impossible—that’s the truth of faith. Only Lu Chuan himself could afford to walk away.

Besides, with so few believers, dealing with these little fish was trivial.

Insult god? Deduct gold!
Turn in statue? Increase interest!
Try to defect? Deduct gold!

Some wealthy believers tried to pull tricks at first, but after a few rounds of deductions, their faces went pale.

How could anyone keep this up?

Even the richest couldn’t withstand such bleeding.

Now, #888 was busily compiling a “God of Wealth Believer’s Essential Handbook” to distribute later.

For example: if they acquired powerful items, don’t sell them to others—use them to offset debt instead.
Or: killing enemy believers could be exchanged for gold.

It couldn’t always be about punishment; they had to taste some sweetness too, to learn the joy of making money.

Only then would they keep working tirelessly to profit for Lu Chuan!

888 felt very pleased with his plan.

Before leaving, he even added two final warnings:

[If debt is unpaid and abandoned by the God of Wealth, the believer’s most valuable possession will be taken to offset the debt.]
[Your current debt: XXXg of gold, equivalent to XXX million yuan.]

What’s the most valuable thing on their bodies?

The believers thought: their lives.

Even though Lu Chuan didn’t care for their lives—he’d rather sell them to labor in a black market factory than take them—the believers panicked.

What? We still owe debts?
When did we rack up so much?

They only knew this: they had offended their god, and he was furious. How stupid could they be? A god that even the Main God System made such a big deal about hunting—could he possibly be benevolent?

He might struggle against the Main God System, but crushing his own weak believers was as easy as flipping a hand.

If they dared to rebel, they’d lose their heads next.

Better to pray and offer gold quickly, hoping the God of Wealth would forgive them.

Meanwhile, Lu Chuan sat in the lounge, idly checking his system.

“System, why do I suddenly have so much more gold?” He noticed a large increase in his storage space—without having done anything.

[Host, this is your believers’ offerings?] #888 replied smugly. [They disrespected you and tried to rebel, so I gave them a little punishment. Don’t worry, I didn’t take their lives.]

Lu Chuan quickly checked the details.

He couldn’t help but give a thumbs-up.

“Nice work, system. You’ve already learned to balance revenue and expenses without me teaching you. This is what I call a reward-and-punishment system.” He nodded in satisfaction. “The weather’s clearing up—it’s time to expand our believer base.”

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