In the Infinite Worlds, I Just Want to Be the God of Wealth – CH202

Chapter 202

The night passed, and once again white mist shrouded the two streets.

The players’ territories were also withdrawn at the first possible moment.

Lu Chuan had set an alarm on purpose. As soon as dawn broke, he retracted the Golden Tower, minimizing the risk of being targeted.

Though honestly, it would probably only buy him a little time—after all, every night the Golden Tower stood tall and unshaken.

In fact, Lu Chuan’s Golden Tower had already stirred a storm among the veteran players in this dungeon.

“Such a powerful territory—if we could use it for ourselves, immortality wouldn’t be impossible.”

“Shame territories can’t just be forcibly seized.”

“Maybe we could try starting a territory war.”

“No need to rush. Let’s see if the owner can survive seven days first. Besides, plenty of people have divine relics, each with different effects. We should wait and observe before acting.”

The Golden Tower was indeed drool-worthy, but anyone who made the first move now would be a fool.

And fools didn’t last long in this dungeon.

This was only the first day. Once the tower’s master gained a deeper understanding of the dungeon, he would naturally realize his own value—and what choices were truly in his best interest.

Lu Chuan, however, wasn’t concerned with what others thought. He simply lingered near the tower’s former location, waiting.

There were only two streets in total—Shen Li and the others should be able to find him.

His territory was so eye-catching, there was no way they’d miss it. Lu Chuan was very confident in his Golden Tower.

“Brother Lu.” The first to arrive was Edith, who had been the closest.

She looked fine—apparently she hadn’t taken a loss.

But eyes and whispers followed her wherever she went.

With her tall frame, cool and aloof beauty, Edith naturally drew attention. Yet even more than her appearance, it was her battle-hardened strength that truly impressed people.

“That’s her, right?”

“Yeah, yesterday on Second Street she took down ten men in one go and even snatched a divine relic.”

“Figures—any young woman who makes it into this dungeon isn’t someone to mess with.”

Before long, people gave Lu Chuan and Edith a wide berth.

Compared to Lu Chuan—whose identity as the Golden Tower’s master wasn’t public yet—Edith was more intimidating for now.

“What did you do?” Lu Chuan asked, curious.

“Nothing much. When I first arrived yesterday, some guys asked if I wanted to be kept as someone’s mistress. So I beat them up and grabbed one of their divine relics.” Edith said casually. “It’s not convenient to carry it around here, so I left it in my territory.”

Female players were scarce here—especially young ones like Edith, who looked like ordinary beauties rather than life-stealing monsters disguised as women. Naturally, that made her a target.

She was used to it. Only when she’d been with Messiah had things been easier—back then, all the eyes had been on Messiah instead of her.

“Nice.” Lu Chuan gave her a thumbs-up. His own physical stats were strong, but he disliked fighting. Edith, though, was a pure fighter—here, where no items or skills could be relied upon, she thrived.

Soon, Shen Li and Starry Shasha also arrived.

Once the four regrouped, they found a secluded corner, forming a circle to watch each other’s backs as they shared intel.

“Brother Lu, yesterday a player whose territory was destroyed asked to rent space in mine. I agreed,” said Shasha. “On the condition that he must answer my questions truthfully while inside.”

Lu Chuan nodded. Shasha clearly had safeguards in place. In a territory, the lord’s rules were absolute—unless someone launched a territory war, it was nearly invulnerable.

And Shasha’s territory appeared to be just a tent—deceptively unassuming.

“He’d survived here for two years. His territory had been sturdy, but it was gradually destroyed by others,” Shasha relayed. “Continuous territory wars damage territories irreversibly—at least until leaving the dungeon, they can’t be repaired. He said there are a few groups here with very tough territories, and they pressure strong players to join them. Refuse, and you become their enemy. Then they order their underlings to keep launching wars against you until your territory breaks.”

Everyone’s eyes turned toward Lu Chuan.

“What are you looking at me for?” Lu Chuan chuckled. “Relax. Even if they declare war on me, there’s nothing to fear. I trust my Golden Tower.”

“And he said many veteran players here own something called divine relics,” Shasha added. “Each relic comes with its own rule, as powerful as an S+ item. But they can’t be bound or taken out of the dungeon—and their side effects are deadly. Plenty of players died from backlash after using them. There are also extremely rare relics that can destroy territories, though details are unknown.”

“I have one. We can study it tonight,” Shen Li said first.

Edith blinked and quickly added, “I’ve got one too.”

Lu Chuan and Shasha both stared.

Well, well—so both of them had been looting.

“Also, the tenant said every seven days there’s a large-scale attack event,” Shasha continued. “The dungeon spawns small spaces that suck players inside. Each one is different, but if you survive, you might obtain a divine relic. Most of the relics players hold came from those events. But when I tried asking him what kind of space he’d been in, he couldn’t answer. He said there’s a rule that prevents players from sharing those details.”

Lu Chuan could understand.

“This is a god’s burial ground. These relics are remnants of the war between gods and the Main God System—probably mutated in the process. Those small spaces are likely formed from divine grudges, tied to their pasts or domains. That’s why players can gain relics there, but can’t speak about them.”

He was hopeful. Maybe he could find Cang Jiu’s Seed of Desire here.

Even if not, any relic related to Cang Jiu would be worth bringing back. Otherwise, this dungeon trip would be wasted.

“And most importantly,” Shasha said, “after surviving 50 days, players encounter a monster tied to this place’s rule of life and death. It takes half your initial lifespan. No force, relic, or hiding in territory can stop it. Many players who initially avoided stealing life were forced to start afterward—otherwise, they couldn’t survive.”

For the four of them, each with over 100 days of starting lifespan, losing half would still be catastrophic. The unlucky ones might die instantly; the lucky would still be left with little, forced to steal from others.

A dead end, by design.

“Shasha, compile everything tonight so we can analyze it properly,” Shen Li said, pleased. “Edith, bring out your relic too—we’ll compare notes. Oh, and Lu Chuan, everyone else was busy gathering intel yesterday. What did you do?”

“Eat.” Lu Chuan said shamelessly. “Sure, food and water aren’t needed here, but we still sleep—and get cravings. Your territories don’t have food, but mine does. So last night I stayed in my tower watching people envy me. Oh, and the monsters were clawing at it all night long—I couldn’t do much anyway. And hey, I’m the Guildmaster now. You three are grown, time to shoulder some responsibility for me.”

“In this dungeon, there are no Guildmasters,” Shen Li quickly countered.

“Then I’m the team leader—it’s the same thing,” Lu Chuan shot back. “I’m already such a high-ranking leader, why should I handle every little task myself? That’s not reasonable, right?”

Shen Li frowned—annoyingly, Lu Chuan kind of had a point.

“Alright, Shen, don’t overthink it,” Lu Chuan said. “These two streets must hold more secrets. Let’s focus on clearing the dungeon first.”

“Check your watches. I suspect our lifespans changed again.” Lu Chuan suddenly said.

He pulled his out.

Sure enough, the red frame showed: only 80 days remaining.

They had only spent a single night here.

“In this dungeon, the flow of time shifts in real time, so our lifespan changes with it,” Lu Chuan said calmly. “But there must be other ways to extend lifespan. Just relying on plundering others’ lives isn’t enough—especially now that there are monsters that can take half your life. That makes it even more impossible.”

Here, the average lifespan of a player was only about a hundred days. A hundred days was the minimum requirement to either survive or leave the dungeon.

But within those hundred days, players would be attacked, lose their territories, and have half their lifespan taken. With just two streets’ worth of players, the number wasn’t large—nowhere near enough to sustain so many who depended on lifespan to live.

In other words, aside from stealing lifespan, other methods had to exist.

“My tenant didn’t say anything about that,” Starry Shasha replied. “I asked if there were other methods, but he said he only knew about plundering.”

“Most likely those other methods are held only by a small handful of people,” Lu Chuan affirmed. “This dungeon still has many mysteries unsolved. Daytime isn’t good for exploring, but at night the monsters come out—so we should gather as much information as we can. We’ll split into pairs and regroup before dark.”

“Alright.”

Lu Chuan paired with Edith, while Shen Li went with Starry Shasha. The four set out separately.

In this dungeon, aside from forcibly taking life, there were also ways to trade for it.

For example, at a street stall near the corner, Lu Chuan and Edith saw a player openly displaying a sign: “Divine Relics for Sale.”

The stall owner looked to be in his twenties, though his real age was unknown.

He sat in a little chair, nose buried in a tattered novel, only looking up to deal with customers when asked. His temper wasn’t great, and he gave curt explanations about his divine relics.

Listening for a while, Lu Chuan and Edith realized the man had quite a collection of relics—varied and unusual—so they stepped closer.

“You two have been listening long enough. I won’t repeat myself,” the stall owner said. He had noticed them a while back, but since they were only standing politely nearby, he hadn’t driven them off.

“Just now you said you had a relic that lets a player see the scene they most desire, but it only lasts half an hour, and the price is twenty-one days of life, correct?” Lu Chuan asked.

“That’s right. Discounted, even,” the stall owner said, warming up a little. “If you’re serious, I’ll even tell you about its side effects.”

Knowing a relic’s side effects was essential—better to avoid dying unknowingly from its backlash.

Truthfully, such an item was only good for unsettling an enemy’s mind in battle. Most players would prefer relics with direct offensive or defensive power, especially if infused with even a trace of rule-force.

But Lu Chuan was interested because he suspected this relic might connect to Cang Jiu. He wanted to study it.

“Twenty-one days is too expensive,” Lu Chuan said flatly. “Seven days, and I’ll take it.”

“You should at least cut it in half. What’s with chopping off two-thirds?” The stall owner almost laughed in disbelief.

“Because it’s useless,” Lu Chuan criticized bluntly. “In this dungeon, your item is nothing but a placebo. Any player who’s survived here this long has a cold, hard heart. No one will buy it, even if you put it out for a hundred days. I’m offering you seven days out of goodwill—take the loss and sell it.”

“No. Minimum half a month’s life,” the man waved dismissively. “If you’ve got nothing better to do, don’t waste my time.”

“Seven days,” Lu Chuan repeated firmly. “No rush. It’s still early. Don’t be so quick to refuse—think it over.”

“I’m not thinking it over. Leave.”

“I’m not leaving.” Lu Chuan simply planted himself there. “I’ll wait until you agree.”

“Trying to play rogue, are you?” the stall owner sneered. “I’ve been selling relics out in the open for this long—I don’t fear anyone. If you won’t drink the wine I offer, don’t blame me for making you drink punishment wine.”

In a flash, a bloodstained crescent-shaped blade appeared in his hand, radiating murderous aura.

Edith reacted instantly, wielding a white bone to block the strike.

The stall owner was fast—Edith was faster.

“Oh, not bad,” he said with surprise when Edith stayed silent. “Girl, in this dungeon, fame and status mean nothing. Only your lifespan is real. No matter what he is to you outside, here everyone’s the same, struggling to live. Why protect him? With his reckless style, he’ll die sooner or later.”

Edith frowned, spinning the bone as if to smash his head in.

“Don’t mind it, Edith. He’s got a point,” Lu Chuan said calmly, stepping in as mediator. “Sir, I was just joking. No need to be so hot-tempered. Divine relics aren’t omnipotent—you won’t use them lightly unless it’s life or death, and neither would we. Sell it to me, and we’ll call it making friends. How about it?”

“No. Seven days is too little. You’ll need to add something extra,” the stall owner insisted.

Lu Chuan studied him, then said suddenly, “I’ve got fresh fruit. Interested?”

The man froze, staring in surprise. “Your territory has food?”

But he quickly realized he’d revealed too much—showing eagerness put him at a disadvantage.

“Yes. My territory’s a fruit shop,” Lu Chuan lied smoothly. “Heard of Li Family Village? That’s my hometown. I ran the only fruit store there—whole village were my customers. Never thought it’d carry over here, and the shop turned out solid. I’ve got plenty of fruit. Whatever you want, I can give you some.”

In the end, Lu Chuan bought the relic for seven days’ lifespan—plus ten types of fruit, ten jin each.

Lifespan exchange only required their watches to touch. The stall owner honored the deal.

During the transfer, Lu Chuan peeked at the man’s watch.

Four digits.

Over a thousand days of life—enough to outlast ten players here.

In that moment, Lu Chuan admitted he was jealous.

This dungeon truly birthed hidden dragons and crouching tigers.

“I’ve lived here for who knows how many years,” the stall owner said, unfazed by Lu Chuan’s glance. “Once I leave, my lifespan converts to centuries. Being a player—nothing more than that.”

Lu Chuan ignored his posturing.

“Brother Lu, how did you know he wanted fruit?” Edith asked.

“Because he’s vitamin-deficient. Just look at his fingernails,” Lu Chuan explained. “The human body is fascinating. Here, we don’t need to eat or drink only because the main system smooths over our consumption. But the body still needs trace elements. We may not suffer now, but once we leave the dungeon, problems will show.”

Edith nodded thoughtfully.

“Lucky you, Edith. Last time I opened a fruit shop, you weren’t here. This time you are, so don’t miss it.” Lu Chuan grinned. “Hidden in plain sight—covering my identity as master of the Golden Tower. Running a fruit shop works perfectly, especially since I’ve got a Li Family Village residency ID. That’ll fool plenty of people.”

Lu Chuan never let go of business opportunities. Even with wealth rivaling nations, he kept chasing profit.

Money? Who ever has too much?

Only here, what he earned wasn’t money—but lifespan.

“A fruit shop… you think anyone will actually buy?” Edith sounded doubtful.

“Young players won’t. They don’t need vitamins. But the old monsters here? They’re deficient. They’re fat sheep. I don’t want to bleed the poor—slaughtering the rich excites me more.” Lu Chuan rubbed his hands. “Come on, let’s find Shen Li and Shasha. They’re already veterans at this.”

Shen Li and Shasha were still gathering intel when Lu Chuan and Edith dragged them back.

After hearing Lu Chuan’s story and plan, Shen Li felt the same dread as back when overpriced fruit had ruled his life.

“Can’t you open a different shop?” Shen Li groaned. “Your Golden Tower even has a pharmacy—I designed it myself, remember? Selling medicine would be way better than fruit.”

“No way. First time’s rough, second time’s easy. Fruit-selling suits me,” Lu Chuan said firmly. “Don’t waste the fruit-cutting skills you all practiced.”

We wanted to waste them!

Shen Li nearly punched him, but reminded himself Lu Chuan was now the guildmaster. He couldn’t strike upward, so he forced himself to hold back.

“Do you guys have any other ways to earn lifespan? If not, then listen to me.” Lu Chuan chuckled. “Don’t worry, the fruit shop is only temporary, just a transition. Once we’ve got a solid foothold here, we definitely won’t sell anymore.”

…Yeah right, like anyone would believe that.

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