In the Infinite Worlds, I Just Want to Be the God of Wealth – CH201

Chapter 201

For players who could make it into this dungeon, having a territory was the most common thing in the world.

Any player without a territory wouldn’t survive a single day here—completely nothing more than a fat sheep waiting to be slaughtered.

But territories varied widely.

Some looked grand and luxurious, but were hollow inside. Once the monsters born of the life-and-death rules came, they would be smashed to pieces, exposing the owner in no time. Others seemed small—perhaps just a shabby hut—but were extremely sturdy, enough to keep their owner safe and sound in this dungeon, basking in the envy and jealousy of others.

And then there were territories that were both vast and strong.

The true distinction between one player’s territory and another’s lay in the recognition it received from others.

If only the player themselves recognized their territory, then naturally it would be meaningless. Such a territory, once touched by the wind, would quickly scatter apart, without the slightest defense.

But if a player’s territory were recognized by NPCs—the more who acknowledged it, the more famous the lord of that land would become. Such a territory would naturally be indestructible.

Yet, before entering this dungeon, how many players had truly managed their territories properly? Most players, after unlocking their lands, simply treated them as a safehouse. They never considered how to gain recognition for it, nor did they think about spreading its name.

Normally, that wouldn’t have been a big problem. But in this dungeon, it became a disaster.

Lu Chuan’s Golden Tower began to show its most crucial function at this moment.

“What a familiar building,” Lu Chuan couldn’t help but sigh. In the dungeon, he had many Golden Towers, all his territories. But the Golden Tower that appeared here was the very first Mary Tower he obtained back when he was still a rookie entering dungeons.

As expected, from the dungeon’s perspective, this tower was his most fundamental territory.

He glanced at the pitifully small houses around him, then at his own tower—majestic in height, impressive in appearance, magnificent in every way. Lu Chuan’s vanity was greatly satisfied.

Hahaha! Let them all be jealous!

No one else could hope to match this.

Hiding inside his Golden Tower, Lu Chuan quickly waited for the mist outside to clear, so he could see what exactly lurked beyond.

Outside, clusters of monsters appeared.

They were indescribable, constantly shifting their forms.

Sometimes, they worked together to ram against someone’s territory—bang, bang, bang! Even if their bodies dispersed, they didn’t feel pain. And once their forms scattered, they would merge with another monster and continue ramming endlessly.

Other times, when ramming didn’t work, they transformed into long arms, pulling and tearing, as though they wanted to rip every player’s territory into pieces.

Lu Chuan’s eyes ached just from watching.

The longer he stared, the more it felt like his sanity was slipping away.

These monsters were too painful to look at.

Soon, he spotted the first victim.

A small house gave a sharp crack—the monsters had broken its main structure.

The house quickly dissolved as though it detested its own destruction, vanishing without a trace. What remained was an elderly man, standing alone in the night, looking pitiful.

Lu Chuan glanced over and realized it wasn’t the same old man who attacked him earlier, but their expressions were eerily alike—like twins.

Perhaps, in this dungeon, those facing death all shared the same face.

Realizing his territory was destroyed, the old man immediately dashed toward the neighboring land.

“Open up! Let me into your territory, and I’ll give you half my lifespan, along with one divine relic!” the old man shouted as he ran up to an apartment-like building.

Behind him, the monsters that had wrecked his house crept closer.

“The price we agreed on during the day was the daytime price. Now it’s different,” came a smug voice from inside the apartment. “I want two-thirds of your lifespan—and the divine relic too!”

“You’re taking advantage of me?!”

“You’re about to die. Not taking advantage now would be a waste.”

The old man clenched his teeth, but didn’t immediately agree.

The monsters lunged at him.

Lu Chuan tensed up as well.

In this dungeon, personal powers and items couldn’t be used. What method would this old man employ to survive?

A divine relic?

Lu Chuan’s interest piqued.

Earlier, at the entrance, the old man who attacked him seemed to be holding something too. In that instant, Lu Chuan had sensed danger, which was why he kicked him away.

Could it have been another divine relic?

Curious, Lu Chuan continued to watch.

The old man’s hand suddenly flared with light.

The monsters surrounding him recoiled a few steps.

Looking closely, Lu Chuan saw it was a severed finger.

Dry, but slender. Who had it belonged to in life? Regardless, under its power, the monsters were forced back, leaving a temporary vacuum around the old man.

“Your divine relic never ceases to impress. Strong, with little side effect,” the apartment’s occupant said, sounding pleased.

But the old man holding the finger kept vomiting—blood, organ fragments, and strange things no human body should contain: hair, scraps of leather armor, even animal bones.

If they weren’t from the old man, they must have come from the severed finger.

Lu Chuan was tempted, but held back.

He remembered clearly: upon entering, the Main God system had warned, “Every gift has its price.”

Within this dungeon, cultivated system-made items were unusable—but divine relics could be. Wasn’t that suspicious enough?

No rush. Better to wait and see.

“If you stall any longer, I’ll die. I can’t hold this relic much longer. Once I’m dead, the monsters will devour me and the relic will fuel them instead. Are you sure you want that?” the old man pleaded, his vitality rapidly draining.

“Fine, come in,” the apartment owner relented, finally opening the door.

A young man peeked out, quickly pulling the old man inside.

The monsters tried to follow, but were blocked by the finger’s power. They could only howl from outside.

Once the old man was dragged in, some of the monsters split off to batter the apartment.

The building shook, but surprisingly held firm.

Watching this, Lu Chuan gained a deeper understanding of the dungeon.

So his territory really could be rented out—but conditions had to be set beforehand.

Of course, renting it out would also attract heavier attacks.

Still, compared to his Golden Tower, the monsters before that apartment were fewer.

Among all territories, the Golden Tower stood out the most—large, bright, luxurious, and never before seen in this place.

Naturally, countless monsters turned toward it.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

Boom. Boom. Boom.

Other players, hiding behind their doors, all stared at the Golden Tower.

Whose territory was this? So big, so extravagant?

In this dungeon, every player’s territory manifested differently—apartments, huts, or even a barren plot of land. But regardless of form, each had its own defenses.

These defenses were set by the Main God system. To break through them, only other rules could apply—like the rule of life and death here.

But that didn’t matter. What mattered was that the Golden Tower shone like a lightbulb in the night, drawing every eye.

Countless players stared.

Some, who had lived their whole time curled up in their tiny plots, had never even heard of the Golden Tower. Others recognized the tower, but not this most basic version of it, and thus couldn’t connect it to the world-famous Golden Towers outside.

So their first thought was: “It must be fake!”

Many players fumed with resentment. Their own little houses barely had a single bedroom and living room, yet here was a towering luxury skyscraper. It was maddening.

If the monsters smashed it to pieces, that would be hilarious!

But they were disappointed.

No matter how ferociously the monsters attacked, the Golden Tower remained unshaken.

If a territory’s sturdiness depended on recognition, then the Golden Tower’s fame was beyond question.

How many millions had acknowledged it?

Inside, Lu Chuan casually pulled out a bottle of milk and drank it slowly.

His tower had all sorts of shops and goods—just no people.

If he wanted, he could live there a hundred days straight, safe and sound, and clear the dungeon.

After all, this dungeon was practically made for him.

Outside, more and more monsters gathered.

They knew nothing of giving up. They only sensed that this territory was powerful, the perfect embodiment of rules—and so they came in endless numbers, ramming with growing force.

The players inside the surrounding territories were already dumbfounded.

Why… why were the monsters still increasing?

Their numbers had already exceeded the limit!

On these two streets alone, there were at least several thousand players. By nightfall, there were just as many territories of every shape and size.

Normally, monsters would gather more densely around the stronger territories, while the weaker ones would attract fewer.

But the sturdiness of the skyscraper in front of them was far beyond anything they had ever seen.

Before the Golden Tower appeared, the strongest territory was said to be a player’s small general store. That player had turned their territory into a store inside another dungeon, earning the recognition of every NPC there — even spreading their reputation across dungeons. When they entered this place, over a hundred monsters came just to ram the store. Though the shop looked small and shabby, it was unbelievably sturdy.

Oh, and there was also a famously solid apartment building. Its owner had swept through a dungeon and placed the territory there, becoming a key trigger point for that world. Word of it spread among players and NPCs alike, making it extraordinarily tough — it reportedly held out for a full hundred days without budging. But that player eventually became a legend in this dungeon, gathered enough extra lifespan, and left long ago.

Yet now, the monsters gathering in front of the Golden Tower were close to a thousand, an endless dense sea of them. Was that even reasonable?

Could this skyscraper already be famous across the entire world?

The more they refused to believe it, the more undeniable it became.

They watched with their own eyes as wave after wave of monsters — seemingly endless — were spawned, converging at the foot of the skyscraper.

The force of their combined ramming could have crushed an island to dust.

Yet they were helpless before this building.

They absolutely had to get to know the lord of this skyscraper!

If only I could live inside… this dungeon would be a breeze!

For a moment, almost everyone had the same thought.

And at that very moment, as the owner of the skyscraper, Lu Chuan was feeling unusually relaxed.

He treated the thundering impacts of the monsters outside as nothing more than a lullaby.

In fact, once he got used to it, those monsters didn’t even look as unpleasant as they had at first.

[H… Host, be… careful… this is… the burial ground… of gods…]

The signal from #888 was slightly clearer inside the Golden Tower, but still far from good.

“I get it. You just rest, #888,” Lu Chuan waved lazily. “This place is strange — of course I’ll stay on guard.”

Sigh… I wonder how Shen Li and the others are doing? Can their territories hold up?

At that moment, Shen Li and the others had been scattered to different areas by the Main God System.

Though they were only separated by two streets, finding each other in such low visibility was difficult.

Soon after entering the dungeon, they’d been ambushed. But they weren’t pushovers: noticing something odd about their watches, they hid them immediately, denying others any chance to snatch them.

Shen Li — one of the rare middle-aged men here — frowned as he took in the state of this instance.

Its ecology was even harsher than what Lu Chuan had described.

He could even recognize some familiar faces among the crowd.

Yes, familiar faces.

Unlike Lu Chuan, who’d risen to guild Guildmaster in just a few short years, Shen Li had advanced step by steady step.

Along the way, he’d met and heard of many players.

But now, here, he was seeing a number of them all at once.

Some were once celebrated prodigies he’d read about in newspapers as a youth. Others were veterans he thought had died of old age.

One thing was clear: every player here belonged to the Master Rankings.

Some were even quite high on that list.

They hadn’t died — they were all here?!

A storm raged in Shen Li’s heart.

He’d always wondered why the top rankings shifted so fast. If those players rarely died, where had they gone?

Now, many people he’d assumed long dead were standing before him.

There were also formidable NPCs here, living under the same lifespan limits as the players, unwilling to simply perish.

Shen Li was shocked but resolved: he had to find Lu Chuan and talk to him properly.

After all, there were even members of their Star Guild in this dungeon.

If they could locate them and borrow their strength, they might make this run much easier.

Of course, those people might no longer feel loyalty to the guild, but it was worth a try. And Shen Li believed that with Lu Chuan’s talent for persuasion, getting them to work for the guild again wouldn’t be hard at all.

For now, the priority was to find Lu Chuan.

He checked his watch — his lifespan days were still plentiful.

Time to start searching!

At present, Shen Li had 110 days left, Edith had 156, and because Starry Shasha was the youngest, her lifespan was the longest: a full 180 days!

Naturally, Starry Shasha attracted the most attacks.

In this dungeon, appearances were polarized — either young or old. When a genuine teenage girl like Starry Shasha appeared, she inevitably caused a stir. One look at her and anyone could tell she had a lot of lifespan: a prime, juicy target.

If she hadn’t been strong, things might have ended badly. Fortunately, her combat skills were top-notch; even without abilities, she could defend herself.

When night fell, Starry Shasha and the others quickly summoned their own territories.

Shen Li’s was a Craftsman’s Workshop.

His former Creation ability had been awakened there, so it naturally became his territory.

Later, as part of honing his skills, Shen Li occasionally used the workshop’s name to take commissions, crafting items for dungeon NPCs or players — all before meeting Lu Chuan.

After meeting him, Shen Li had remodeled the workshop while building Lu Chuan’s pure-gold skyscraper.

Lu Chuan even engraved Shen Li’s name and the workshop’s on the skyscraper’s entrance, letting everyone know whose hands had crafted it. Thus, Shen Li and his workshop became famous, and among these territories, his was quite sturdy.

Starry Shasha’s territory was a small tent.

It looked flimsy but was actually decent.

Thanks to her Lucky Demon ability, she constantly stumbled into bizarre misfortunes — and this tent was where she hid from them. Its reputation was high, mostly because players and NPCs who’d suffered from her “luck” dubbed it the Unlucky Tent. Some even spread rumors in lower-level dungeons: “If you see the tent, bad luck is coming.” It couldn’t withstand a hundred days, but ten or so were no problem.

Edith’s territory was a simple thatched hut, gained during her ascetic training as a paladin.

Its fame and recognition came largely because she’d earned it while adventuring alongside Messiah.

Messiah’s beauty was legendary in one dungeon, and he’d stayed in Edith’s hut — even now, many NPCs there still fondly remembered it.

As the three examined the nearby territories from within their own, they focused on finding their teammate first.

But when night fully descended, they all looked up at the same towering skyscraper and had the exact same thought:

Perfect — no need to worry about finding him. One glance is enough.

That skyscraper was unmistakably Lu Chuan’s territory!

No one else would create something so ostentatious, massive, and sturdy.

All three felt a pang of envy and resentment — especially Shen Li, whose jaw nearly cracked from clenching.

Hmph! That pure-gold skyscraper of Lu Chuan’s was something he had painstakingly built over countless days.

If only he’d taken the chance, while he still had his powers, to upgrade his own workshop. Maybe then the comparison wouldn’t sting so much.

Soon, the three memorized the Golden Tower’s location. When daylight came, they’d follow that direction straight to Lu Chuan.

They had been satisfied with their own territories before, but now they felt utterly deflated.

Once they met up with Lu Chuan, perhaps they should negotiate moving into the Golden Tower as well.

They were teammates, after all — no need to let themselves be too aggrieved.

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