In the Infinite Worlds, I Just Want to Be the God of Wealth – CH203

Chapter 203

There was nothing Lu Chuan set his mind to that he couldn’t accomplish.

It took him just twenty minutes to persuade Shen Li and the others. Soon after, Lu Chuan announced it had passed unanimously—they were opening a fruit shop.

Unfortunately, Shen Li no longer had the Creation ability. Otherwise, he could’ve conjured a grand fruit shop in minutes. Given the environment’s restrictions, the four of them had no choice but to scavenge wood and tables to build a crude, temporary storefront—get the shop running first, refine it later.

By nightfall, they had only barely managed to gather a few materials, still far from enough.

After some thought, they decided dismantling parts of Lu Chuan’s Golden Tower would be faster.

Lu Chuan: …Never thought I’d shoot myself in the foot like this.

But after thinking it over, he realized the meat was still in his own pot, so it didn’t matter.

“Brother Lu, once we all move into your tower, won’t it attract even more monsters?” Shasha asked curiously. “Their strength is still pretty scary.”

“No,” Lu Chuan waved it off. “Do you think my Golden Tower is just any ordinary territory? Please. It’s practically a household name.”

As he spoke, the Golden Tower silently rose again in another corner.

At that moment, Lu Chuan led his three teammates swaggering toward it.

Countless eyes followed them until they disappeared inside the tower.

So many people stared at them with greedy, burning gazes, yet Lu Chuan’s group acted as if they didn’t care at all, utterly unfazed.

So what if people stared?

Funny enough, in their daily lives, being stared at was the least of their worries.

“Wow, this is your Golden Tower, Brother Lu?” Shasha said, excited.

“It’s not like you’ve never been here before,” Lu Chuan shot back. “I even had Shen Li set aside rooms for you guys in that solid-gold tower we built later.”

“That’s different. That one was built afterwards. This is the first tower you got, the original. It’s not the same,” Shasha waved her hands. “My first territory was just a tent. When I realized it was too small, I couldn’t change it anymore.”

Who would’ve thought they’d now end up in a dungeon where survival literally depended on a tent?

Because Shasha and the others had entered Lu Chuan’s personal territory, more and more monsters swarmed the Golden Tower.

Shasha peeked through a window and immediately yanked the curtains shut.

Too painful to look at.

Some monsters clung to the outer walls of the tower, trying to corrode them away—thick as oversized mutant leeches, enough to give anyone goosebumps.

From the outside, the Golden Tower had become synonymous with something eerie.

“It’s just a few more people moving in, so why have all the monsters set their sights on this tower? Could it hold some strange secret?” Many players couldn’t help but wonder. They were desperate to know who the owner of the Golden Tower really was.

The only evidence they had was those four who’d marched inside so boldly—they clearly knew something.

By daylight, if they could track down and interrogate them, they’d surely get answers.

At the street corner, a camper van stood parked.

That van was another player’s personal territory.

If Lu Chuan and Edith had been there, they would have recognized its owner—it was the very same person who had sold them a divine relic earlier that day.

The van was surrounded by monsters as well, though in far fewer numbers than the Golden Tower.

After all, it only sheltered two people—half the number inside the Golden Tower.

“Guildmaster, you’ve already regained youth and lifespan. Why stay trapped in this dungeon?” asked an aged subordinate. “If you’d only return, our guild could become even stronger. The Star Guild has already replaced its leader. That young man from earlier—he’s the new Guildmaster, Lu Chuan. He’s also a friend of Cynthia and Lilus.”

“Cynthia has always had high standards,” the man chuckled warmly, handing a cup of water to his aged subordinate. “Aside from being young, she has no other flaws. Give her time, and when I finally leave here, I’ll pass the title of Guildmaster to her. In hundreds of years, Resurrection Guild has never had a female Guildmaster. On that front, we could learn from Ocean’s Heart Guild.”

The camper’s owner was none other than Undying, the current Guildmaster of Resurrection Guild.

As his name implied, once he left this dungeon, the lifespan he’d gained would let him live happily for centuries in reality.

Unfortunately, his loyal subordinate had nearly all his lifespan drained just searching this dungeon for him.

“First, regain your youth.” Undying transferred dozens of days of his own life to his subordinate, forcibly restoring him. “If you grow old inside the dungeon, even if you survive and leave, you’ll still be an old man in reality—truly at life’s end.”

“Guildmaster, my condition doesn’t matter. What matters is you leaving here!” his subordinate pleaded.

“I belong to the past,” Undying smiled. “Polaris Wen Renxu should now be sleeping in the Forbidden Zone of Humanity dungeon. I’d wanted to visit that dungeon, but before I could, I heard Lu Chuan had cleared it. He’s truly capable. Sea Emperor Bobona is still young—when I was Guildmaster, she was just a little girl. Now the Star Guild belongs to Lu Chuan. Don’t you see? People like us are no longer fit to keep leading. If one person holds the reins forever, a guild only stagnates.”

Back then, he had personally failed to save Cynthia and Lilus’ mother from the Executors, realizing his strength still had a long way to go.

His player name was Undying, but in truth, the Executors were the real immortals.

So he sought out this dungeon, endlessly trading lifespan to strengthen himself.

At first, it thrilled him.

But over time, the joy faded.

Even though he’d gained extraordinary youth and lifespan, he felt his heart growing old.

All that extra time came from this dungeon, and he had grown used to living here. The thought of leaving made him uneasy.

“But Guildmaster, Cynthia is still young. If you could return and serve just a few more years, easing her into the role, it’d be better for the guild. Many still refuse to accept her. It’ll only cause chaos.”

“That will be Cynthia’s trial,” Undying replied firmly, unmoved by persuasion. “Stay by my side for now. When the time comes, leave this dungeon immediately—don’t linger. There are still things here I wish to find.”

“What exactly are you searching for, Guildmaster?”

“Mmm, I don’t know.” Undying smiled. “Maybe it isn’t coincidence Lu Chuan came here. Perhaps he’ll find it.”

His subordinate was nearly driven mad by this attitude.

What had happened to their once serious, upright guild Guildmaster? Bring him back!

Meanwhile, Lu Chuan and his teammates were dismantling parts of the Golden Tower while examining their divine relics.

Shen Li’s relic was a small tuft of hair. Its strands were unnaturally tough, impervious to any damage. According to Shen Li, when activated, it transformed into countless ropes and swords, binding and striking at once—both offense and defense. The drawback? The wielder lost every single hair on their body.

“He’d be even balder than Lilus back in the Whistle dungeon, when he torched himself into a shiny egg.”

That line alone was enough to make everyone keep their distance from the relic.

Injuries could heal—but looking cool was forever.

If someone ended up egg-bald from using it, they’d never live down the ridicule. Even now, whenever Lilus’ Whistle dungeon egg form was mentioned, he still flew into a rage. Proof of just how deeply it scarred him.

“When I was attacked by this relic, every sad memory I’d ever had flashed before my eyes. I was crying as I snatched it away,” Edith said, showing her relic—a teardrop-shaped gem.

When the others touched it, a wave of sorrow immediately overcame them. They pulled their hands back quickly.

“They… seem alive,” Shasha suddenly said. “The hair in Brother Shen’s hand seems to move on its own. And this gem—I swear I felt it beating like a heart when I touched it.”

“And here’s mine — Edith and I bought it from a street vendor during the day. Supposedly, it lets you see the scene your heart most longs to see.”
Lu Chuan also pulled out a small makeup mirror, barely the size of a palm, its surface covered with fine, fractured lines. Yet when they leaned closer, it felt as if something inside the mirror — a gaze — was staring back at them.

“Maybe these things were alive to begin with,” Edith said after a pause. “Back in the Noah Guild, there was an item somewhat similar to these divine relics. It was said to have been left behind by one of our former Guildmasters — I only saw it once, with Messiah. That item supposedly held immense power and was kept deep at the very bottom of the guild. It was a severed hand, as long as an adult’s forearm, but Messiah once said he didn’t dare approach it, because the hand seemed to be calling to him, wanting to use his body to be reborn.”

“Gods are notoriously hard to kill,” Lu Chuan replied. “Though they lost in their battle against the Main God System, that doesn’t mean they’ve lost all means of revival. These divine relics are probably fragments of their consciousness or living body parts. Inside this dungeon they can be used, but they’ll also absorb a player’s life and flesh — to reconstruct themselves. Once forcibly taken out of the dungeon, their vitality fades, and all special powers and effects disappear.”

Lu Chuan guessed that this was because the Main God System had placed a restriction on the instance: it would never allow any god it had slain to gain a second chance at revival.

If the gods stayed inside the dungeon, they might retain a shred of awareness, but the moment they left, they’d be completely erased.

Lu Chuan didn’t care much about that, though — he just wanted to bring these items out for Cang Jiu.

“It’s best to stay cautious. In this dungeon, let’s avoid using divine relics unless absolutely necessary,” Shen Li decided. “The only reason we were able to grab those relics earlier was because, while powerful, they carry heavy backlash — that gave us a chance to act. But there are always some relics with weaker side effects, or effects that don’t show up immediately, and we must guard against being caught off guard. We should familiarize ourselves with these items, and keep them close for self-defense.”

“Mm.”

Shen Li’s proposal won unanimous approval.

“Well then, all that’s left is to open a fruit shop.” Lu Chuan rubbed his hands together. “Time to pick some fruit. Remember, choose the overripe ones, the ones about to spoil, and the small, ugly ones — we’ll get rid of the useless fruit first. The pretty, tasty ones we’ll keep to top up on vitamins.”

He even fetched some price stickers from the fruit stall inside the Golden Tower.

Only, the fruit prices were to be paid in lifespan or gold.

Lu Chuan’s plan was simple,  “If we start off asking for lifespan, they’ll refuse — even if it’s only a few hours. So in the beginning, we give them the option to pay with gold; it’s easier for them to accept. Once they get hooked on our fruit and run out of gold, they’ll naturally have to pay with their lifespan.” Lu Chuan spoke with complete confidence.

Ha! Who would ever get addicted to your fruit?

Just say you want to make money — you’re the Guildmaster now; who’d dare complain? Shen Li silently grumbled.

But under Lu Chuan’s insistence, once the white mist thickened again, their fruit shop finally opened.

Though shabby, with very few varieties of fruit, and so cramped that the four of them barely fit at the entrance, the fruit shop was in business.

With a grand flourish, Lu Chuan scrawled “Skyscraper Fruit Shop” over the entrance — lest anyone fail to connect their shop with the Golden Tower that appeared at night.

The four of them had entered the Golden Tower under everyone’s watch, and now they’d opened this shop, instantly drawing every player across both streets.

Shen Li and Shasha were seasoned hands; Edith, though new, quickly imitated their rhythm and didn’t slow the group down.

“Huh? Our relationship with the lord of the Golden Tower?” they’d say. “That’s hard to say. Look at this apple — ugly, sure, but so sweet! And only 100g of gold each. Today there’s a discount: just 90 grams! Super cheap. There’s no second fruit shop in this dungeon. Want to try one?”

“Sorry, we only talk to customers who buy fruit.”

“Maybe if you bought something, I’d remember.”

Shen Li and Shasha delivered their sales pitch with practiced ease, while Edith frantically absorbed every detail.

So this is the ‘added value’ of having run a fruit shop before? she thought. There’s so much technique involved!

This wasn’t a fruit shop — it was a shady business!

Players who came fishing for information disagreed with Edith’s assessment; they were too busy reeling from the prices.

“Too expensive? If you don’t want to pay in gold, we also accept lifespan. Just one hour for an apple.” Lu Chuan smiled. “They say an inch of time is worth an inch of gold — and even gold can’t buy back lost time. I’m merely converting your lifespan into its proper value in gold. Otherwise, wouldn’t that be underestimating your worth?”

What a line!

Still, several players refused to give up.

“Don’t push your luck! Just tell us your relationship with the Golden Tower’s lord and we’ll let it slide. Otherwise, you think this rip-off fruit stand of yours will stay open? Dream on!”

“Oh? Causing trouble, are we?” Lu Chuan’s face chilled. “Shasha, Edith — anyone who tries to make a scene, beat them within an inch of their lives. Don’t hold back. Do they really think we’re easy prey?”

Shasha and Edith might look harmless, but in this dungeon — where there were no skills or items — their combat power was unmatched. Unless someone used a divine relic, they weren’t a match.

But using a relic meant losing half their life; no player would risk that over such a petty spat. Anyone that stupid would already be dead — not still lingering in the dungeon.

In the end, these players only wanted intel about the Golden Tower’s lord — ideally to move in, or even seize it.

After a brief clash, they quickly fell in line.

These four looked young, but they were not to be trifled with.

“So if we buy fruit, you’ll tell us about the lord of the Golden Tower?” one player asked nervously.

“Dear customer, we only chat with those who make a purchase,” Shasha replied sweetly.

“I’ll… I’ll buy this discounted apple — it’s bruised already. I’ve got 50g of gold; give me a break.”

“We have fixed prices, sir. No discounts.”

“But your fruit is damaged!”

“It’s not damaged — just very ripe. We were a bit rough when placing it and it got nicked.”

The players tried to haggle, but Lu Chuan’s group didn’t actually care about selling — it was pure profit anyway. They refused to budge.

Finally, a player traded a large gold bracelet for a single apple.

Who carries loose gold? Jewelry is easier to keep, or give as gifts.

“Hm, off by a fraction of a gram, but fine — first sale!” Lu Chuan weighed the bracelet and reluctantly accepted.

The player, clutching his tiny, battered apple, felt he never wanted to set foot in a fruit shop again. “Now you can tell me who the Golden Tower’s lord is, right?”

“This way, sir.” Shasha led him to the back door, where Shen Li was waiting.

“What are you planning?” the customer asked nervously.

“Just answering your question. Surely you don’t want the answer you paid for overheard by everyone?” Shen Li replied.

“Ah, right, right. Quick, tell me — who’s the lord of the Golden Tower?”

“The lord is the Guildmaster of the Star Guild,” Shen Li said calmly. “We’re all members, so of course he lets us live there. If you don’t believe it, check for yourself.”

Every word was true. Even if relics still worked, no tool could detect a single lie — and in this dungeon, no tools worked anyway.

“The Star Guild’s Guildmaster… you mean [Polaris] Wen Renxu?”

“If it’s him, I guess that makes sense.”

“His territory is a skyscraper? Doesn’t match the vibe he gives off.”

Players in this dungeon had stayed far too long. Some were elderly clinging to life, others so immersed they no longer saw themselves as human. Naturally, they didn’t know that the Star Guild had long since changed leaders.

And even those who did weren’t about to volunteer such information; secrets had value, after all.

“Where’s [Polaris] now?” the player pressed. “I want to meet him.”

“Sorry, sir, that question’s already been answered. One apple buys you one answer,” Shasha replied with a smile.

The customer froze, but could only accept it.

Getting any answer at all was already a blessing.

He left through the back door and circled to the front, satisfaction written all over his face.

Other customers saw what was happening and also wanted to get information. But since the intel they got was paid for, how could they possibly give it away for free?

“If the guests wish to chat, it’s better to buy some fruit from our shop first.” Sasha said with a smile. “We run a fair business here.”

The players were stunned for a moment, then quickly figured it out. They scrambled to pick out the smallest and cheapest fruits. Some even pooled together to buy just one piece of fruit. Those who had no gold were even willing to pay with their lifespan. After all, if others got the news and they didn’t, wouldn’t that put them one step behind?

The fruit shop was booming with business.

Lu Chuan only bothered with collecting money, not caring about anything else, practically living the dream life.

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