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In the Infinite Worlds, I Just Want to Be the God of Wealth – CH26

Chapter 26

For Lu Chuan, whether or not the statue was divine didn’t matter. What mattered was that it was made of solid gold.

“The vessels for divine statues are usually very precious. The most common is gold, because silver tarnishes easily. And in dungeons where gods truly exist, gold is soft and easy to shape into the deity’s likeness. The closer the statue resembles the true form, the stronger the power it can carry as a vessel.” Shen Li, being a veteran, knew many of these unwritten secrets.

Lu Chuan decided that if he ever became a god himself, he’d have his statue made of marble. That way, his own followers couldn’t just melt him down for cash.

After all, followers of the God of Wealth were bound to be money-obsessed.

“Pay attention!” Shen Li ground his teeth, seeing Lu Chuan drift off in thought. “At the rate you’re rushing through dungeons, you’ll run into a deity sooner or later.”

No, I knew I was going to become a deity even before I came to this world.

[Exactly, Host—hurry up and listen. None of my past hosts ever made it this far, so there’s a lot I don’t know either.] #888 urged.

“Fine, fine, I’m listening.” Lu Chuan told himself he’d make Shen Li one of his loyal workhorses once he became Guildmaster. Might as well practice enduring some “harsh truths” early.

Seeing Lu Chuan finally sit up and take things seriously, Shen Li let out a small sigh of relief.

At this point, only these secrets and bits of experience were enough for him to boast of before Lu Chuan. If Lu Chuan still wouldn’t listen… well, then there was nothing he could do.

Meanwhile, Starry Shasha sat quietly and listened—making for a much easier student by comparison.

“In this infinite world, regular dungeons don’t usually connect to one another. But if a high-level NPC is present, dungeons may sometimes mutate, connect, or even turn into what we call a series dungeon. If a player accidentally stumbles into one, as long as they don’t die, after clearing the first dungeon, they must, within a set time, gather teammates to clear the second.”

“Then there must be some benefits, right?” Lu Chuan cut in.

“Series dungeons are usually tied to god-level NPCs. So, if you clear them, there’s a high chance you can rise to a god-tier-level player. But inside a series dungeon, identity tokens, lord titles, and territories become essential.”

“How so?” Lu Chuan was intrigued. It seemed he was only missing a lord title himself.

“Series dungeons usually take place in chaotic, lawless places. If you can’t find shelter and lack an identity, you’ll just become food. An identity token, a safe territory, and a title serve as anchors for the self.” Shen Li sighed. “Many players who failed to break into the god-tier rankings ended up forgetting who they were, and were then devoured by the inhuman consciousness inside them. You should know—once our powers develop to higher levels, we all begin to show inhuman traits.”

“I know that much.” Lu Chuan nodded firmly.

“All of our inhuman powers aren’t innate. We gain them in dungeons—by fighting gods and their followers, by rituals, by consuming divine flesh, or by plundering divine power.” Shen Li gave himself as an example. “My [Creation] skill, I got it from something like a goblin. I bit it, and the system determined I could wield [Creation] as a profession skill—so I gained it.”

“My power came from a battle. The dungeon I was in had two factions of divine followers warring. I was used as a sacrifice. But the god-descending ritual failed, and instead summoned a demon.” Starry Shasha added, “The demon said I was lucky—I was the only survivor. But also unlucky—to have met Him. When the dungeon time was up and I was sent back, I awakened the [Lucky Demon] ability.”

“You haven’t awakened a skill yet, right?” Shen Li glanced at Lu Chuan. “Or maybe your skill is sword-bearer aligned, so it doesn’t change your appearance?”

No, I awakened the Eye of Wealth, but it was #888 who upgraded me, not the main system.

So in a way, the main god system of this Evil World is also selecting hosts—it just casts a wide net, unlike little systems like #888 that practically begged Lu Chuan to bind.

[Host, are you calling me names? I’m a proper God of Wealth system! I’m nothing like those heretical god-devouring systems, ahhh!] #888 was ready to throw a tantrum. Sure, it was weak right now, but the God of Wealth was never meant for combat anyway!

“System, quiet down. Let me hear what Captain Shen has to say.” Lu Chuan thought for a moment. “You’re a proper system. Don’t lower yourself to compare with those crooked ones. I know you’ll always think for my sake.”

[Okay, host.] #888 shut up obediently.

“The reason we players can wield inhuman powers at all is our sanity value. As long as it holds, we remember who we are—our memories, our life’s path, even our body’s habitual movements all serve as anchors for the self. Once that self-identification fails, sanity plummets, and our inhuman powers reshape our bodies into forms best suited to their growth—in other words, monsters.”

“And monsters born from high-level players are gods’ favorite food. Players level up by consuming divine power; gods fall by devouring players.”

“The so-called Clerics, Demons, Sword-bearers—they’re just aligned with different gods. The names are only for convenience. In truth, they’re not much different.”

“In the early stages, profession skills may seem divided into combat or support, but that’s only because the powers aren’t fully developed. By the late stages, all paths converge.” Shen Li smiled bitterly. “That’s why we sometimes call this Evil Game the ‘game of gods.’ Maybe in the end, the number one player on the god-tier ranking really does become a god.”

After all, the game system had been running in their world for centuries, and players who made the god-tier ranking grew less and less human, and no one knew where they went—or why they fell from the list.

Perhaps only by reaching the ranking could one understand.

“I understand.” Lu Chuan nodded calmly.

Shen Li looked at Lu Chuan, calm as ever yet still clutching the statue tightly, then at Starry Shasha, who was clearly deep in thought. He wondered—shouldn’t these two swap personalities?

What do you even “understand”? Even Shasha, a minor, could sense how perilous and unfathomable this all was, but you—nothing at all?

“Captain, why overthink? Frankly, of the three of us, I’m the most likely to reach god-tier level.” Lu Chuan said bluntly. “You and Shasha probably won’t.”

“With a few more dungeon runs, I’ll be able to try for the ranking.” Shen Li’s eyelid twitched.

“If you put it that way, then I could try being one of the five major Guildmasters too.” Lu Chuan shrugged.

“I read the dungeon handbooks our guild publishes. They’re all from players below S-rank. There’s nothing from God-tier rankers. And I understood—it’s not that they don’t want to share, it’s that by then, dungeon clears come from sudden inspiration, from qualities or talents unique to the player—things that can’t be replicated.”

That old saying, “those who imitate me live, those who resemble me die,” was exactly the point.

Shen Li’s strength was decent, but his clearing style was textbook.

Without Lu Chuan, he’d likely just edge closer to the village chief with Shasha, follow leads, sneak into the sacrificial procession, clear the main quest, then use side-quest items to seek gods, earn titles, scrape through near-death experiences, and barely pass.

Not that this path was invalid—it was just outdated.

Because that’s exactly how the guilds trained their players.

But for the Evil World system, that was bad news.

When players’ actions became uniform, there was no distinction.

Whether it was millions or just dozens, it was all the same.

The system wanted diversity—each player growing differently, so it could select the best.

So it raised NPC authority, expanded their freedom, making dungeons less predictable—but not so lethal that all players died.

Which meant, from the system’s design, Shen Li-type players were middle-tier: useful, but not essential.

“You’ve only cleared two dungeons. Don’t act like you’re amazing.” Shen Li glared. “If I level up, your and Shasha’s positions in the guild stay secure. Understand?”

“Shasha, you’d better stick with me. Captain Shen isn’t very reliable.” Lu Chuan sighed and patted Starry Shasha’s shoulder.

Shasha lowered her head, playing dead.

She was still a minor—she didn’t understand all this.

“What are they saying? Why can’t we hear, even with eavesdropping items?”

“Must be plot protection. They don’t want us to overhear.”

“With how close they are to the village chief’s family, odds are they’re the main plot NPCs for this sacrificial ritual. Didn’t you see? The divine statue from the chief’s home is in their hands now.”

“If we snatch that statue, we can preemptively confirm which god this sacrifice is for.”

Players used every trick, keeping eyes glued on that fruit-selling family.

At first, they suspected the fruit sellers might be players. But after half a month of watching, they did nothing but sell fruit. Even when NPCs came to buy, they never fished for information.

What kind of player would waste so much time? Plus, with the village chief treating them so well—personally cooking for them, and even gifting the divine statue—if they weren’t NPCs, then they had to be top-tier charm-users toying with newbies.

If that were true, they’d accept it.

When Lu Chuan’s group returned to the fruit shop, Shen Li wanted to take the statue, but Lu Chuan refused to let go. Since it was basically Lu Chuan alone who got it, Shen Li couldn’t bring himself to fight for it. He just warned, “This divine statue is a key dungeon item, very valuable. Lots of players will try to steal it. Be careful.”

“I get it. Something this valuable will definitely attract greed.” Lu Chuan nodded in understanding.

Though, the “value” he spoke of didn’t seem to match Shen Li’s meaning.

Forget it—if Lu Chuan had the ability to get it, he probably had the means to keep it.

Shen Li didn’t want to steal credit from the younger player. Without Lu Chuan, who knew when they’d have gotten the statue?

“If anything happens, just call us. We’ll set defenses here. If players come, we’ll trap them like fish in a barrel.” Shen Li wasn’t too worried—he could at least protect the two kids.

“Alright.” Lu Chuan agreed without hesitation. Free bodyguards? No reason to refuse.

It was already past midnight, but Lu Chuan had no intention of sleeping.

He opened the box, carefully extended a finger to touch the statue, then quickly withdrew it. He used rope to tie the red cloth and statue together tightly, knot after knot.

[Host, what are you doing?] #888 didn’t understand why Lu Chuan tied the red cloth and statue together, and with so many knots.

“I used to watch a lot of horror movies and read horror novels. Statues you can’t look directly at are always covered with cloth, but then someone pulls the red cloth off, or the wind blows it open. By tying it up with rope, that won’t happen. Better safe than sorry.” Lu Chuan spoke with conviction.

[Then what was the point of you reaching out to touch it just now?] #888 asked again.

“I had to make sure it was really solid gold, didn’t I? What if later on someone swaps my statue out for a copper one plated with gold? The feel is different—I’d notice right away. How do you know other players won’t try that kind of bait-and-switch trick?” Lu Chuan replied even more righteously.

Most likely, the real reason was just that the host wanted to confirm the statue was solid gold.

[Host, we already have billions.] #888 reminded him again. They really weren’t short of money.

“Ugh, I know I’m rich now, but that’s real-world money. This is dungeon money. It’s not one account, and they don’t connect. You get it? I have a bit of OCD. I can’t stand it when the numbers in my two accounts don’t match.” Lu Chuan said helplessly. “Every time I see that I only have a little money in the dungeon account, I feel uncomfortable all over. I’m in the late stages of OCD—there’s no cure.”

Lu Chuan sighed and moaned, as if genuinely tormented by his illness.

This might have been the greatest scapegoat OCD had ever carried since it was named.

Love money if you want, but what does that have to do with OCD? It would have been more honest to admit he had some kind of “can’t-walk-away-from-gold” syndrome.

#888 felt that its host was simply too obsessed with money. Even as the God of Wealth system, it almost felt less devoted to money than he was!

Lu Chuan took a golden pillow from the system space, then a quilt embroidered all over with golden thread, and tucked the statue under his bed before preparing to sleep.

Under the bed, the statue slowly shifted, the ropes around it loosening bit by bit.

When had it ever been subjected to such humiliation?

Lu Chuan even wanted to melt it down? He was insane!

Just as the statue struggled, three figures quietly appeared outside the window.

“Why can’t we get in? That doesn’t make sense.” One player pushed at the window, but it wouldn’t budge.

“Did they seal it shut? I’ll try an item.”

“Items don’t work either.”

“How could this be? …Wait, it’s moving. Let’s go, keep it quiet. We’ll sneak in, grab the divine statue, and leave.”

At the same time, in the neighboring room, Shen Li and Starry Shasha opened their eyes instantly.

The divine statue was far too important—they hadn’t planned on sleeping at all.

Sure enough, they had been waiting for these players.

“Come out. To sneak past my defenses and get in without a sound, there’s no one else it could be but you.” Shen Li said calmly. “Didn’t think the Abyss Guild would send you as their leader this time.”

“Well, look at that. I didn’t expect you either.” From the shadows, a broad-faced man appeared out of thin air. “Your Star Guild hasn’t sent anyone in ages. And now, suddenly, you bring in two newbies. One’s [Lucky Star], one’s [Arrival of the God of Wealth]… you’re really rushing things. Forcing seedlings to grow isn’t the way.”

Territory dungeons were usually meant for players still in their newbie phase.

At this stage, Shen Li bringing these two inside was still too early. His urgency showed how depleted the Star Guild must be—so desperate they had to raise new blood fast.

“Here’s my offer. If you bring those two over to our Abyss Guild, we’ll give up this dungeon, and we’ll help them get lord titles with everything we’ve got.” The man’s honest face didn’t match his overly shrewd eyes.

As he spoke, he was already searching Shen Li for a weakness.

“Do you take me for a fool? We’ve known each other for years. The one thing I’ve learned about you—never believe a single word you say.”

“Then there’s no deal. Killing [Lucky Star] might be tough, but [Arrival of the God of Wealth] has only cleared two dungeons, hasn’t even awakened a skill yet, right? What a pity. A gaming prodigy, wasted in a declining guild like yours—it’s basically a death sentence.”

Shen Li wasn’t worried at all.

If Lu Chuan had a problem, then maybe Shasha would—but Lu Chuan? Impossible.

He had every defense Shasha and Shen Li could stack on him.

And even without them, that guy was sharper than a ghost. If he were even slightly weaker, there’s no way he’d be carrying so many items.

Even Shen Li’s scalp tingled at the stuff Lu Chuan had stashed in his room.

“Lucky you, to run into me.” Shen Li said sincerely. “It’s good not to bully juniors.”

…Huh???

What was Shen Li even saying—had he lost his mind?

“Wait, let me test with an item card first, just in case.” one of the intruders said cautiously.

“No signs of activation. Safe!”

The moment they jumped in through the window, a chorus of screams rang out.

Steel-jawed bear traps.

Even a lion would buckle stepping into one.

And Shen Li had used a special item that suppressed the players’ powers inside.

Beyond the traps, the room was full of odd contraptions—laid out personally by the fruit shop’s considerate assistant, Little Xia, with her parents’ help, and then blessed by Starry Shasha’s touch.

With Shasha’s extreme-luck buff, how could the intruders not hit the traps?

Tsk, tsk. Stripped down to mere mortals, how could they possibly withstand this?

Lu Chuan flicked on the light. Looking at the three bloodied players whose legs were clamped in the traps, he clicked his tongue twice. “You’d better not move. I coated those traps with poison.”

“You bastard, fighting dirty?” The players were furious. If they’d been injured by items, at least it would’ve been fair. But getting mangled by something as laughable as a bear trap? That was humiliating.

And it wasn’t like they hadn’t checked! Their detection items hadn’t picked up anything. Who would’ve guessed Lu Chuan wouldn’t use system props at all—just crude physical traps?

Who would expect players in a dungeon to fall victim to a hunter’s trap?

“You break into my house to steal from me and I’m the one at fault?” Lu Chuan looked shocked. “Shouldn’t you be apologizing? Not that I’d forgive you even if you did.”

“Don’t waste time on him. Tie him up, find out where the statue is.” One of the players gritted his teeth, furious enough to want Lu Chuan’s head.

“Hey, no need for violence. You want the statue? Fine, I’ll give it to you.” Lu Chuan bent down and pulled it from under the bed.

“This is what you’re after, right? My teammates are next door—they’ll be here any second. You’re injured, you can’t escape. How about this: show me what items you’re carrying. If the price is right, maybe I’ll hand this statue over.”

“You think we’re idiots? You’re just trying to scam our items!” the players cursed.

“Which guild are you from?”

“Abyss!” they declared proudly.

“Well, looks like your guild has at least some brains. I’ll have to remember to come up with prettier lies next time.” Lu Chuan sighed.

So not all guild players were pig-brained after all. Time to update his con-game script.

“Who the hell are you?” One player felt insulted—looked down on by some no-name from a declining guild?

“Answer my question first.” Lu Chuan hefted the statue and swung it straight at the rude one’s head.

Bang.

The player dropped like a stone, unconscious.

Lu Chuan’s expression hardened, turning ferocious, eyes sharp enough to kill.

The speed of his mood shift made the other two players tremble.

This guy… he was a maniac.

“Y-you didn’t even ask a question, just what guild we were from…” one of them stammered, nearly in tears. They’d only come along to observe, not as core members—how had they ended up provoking a lunatic like this?

But Lu Chuan didn’t seem to hear. He sank into thought.

“System, something’s wrong.” Lu Chuan muttered, panic-stricken.

[Host, what happened? Don’t panic.] For the first time, #888 felt nervous—Lu Chuan was actually shaken.

“I just used full force to smash someone with the statue. Knocked him out cold. But the statue didn’t even dent. How can this thing be pure gold?”

———

Author’s Note:

Lu Chuan: Looks like it’s not solid gold—the texture’s way too hard.

Number 9: Or maybe my head’s just harder?


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

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

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Status: Ongoing Type: Author: Released: 2024 Native Language: Chinese
Synopsis: Lu Chuan, whose family was said to be poor for three generations and who was practically possessed by the soul of a pauper, spent his life praying, “I don’t ask for even a shred of true love, I only ask for wealth and glory.” He finally moved Heaven’s Grandma to tears. The God of Wealth System descended upon him, with the goal of turning him into the God of Wealth of a new world! The problem was… this new world was the Infinite Worlds. —————————————— In the Infinite Game World, horrors abound. Here, the rich scramble desperately to spend money on life-saving items. Only the game’s number one ranked player, [Here Comes the God of Wealth], goes against the flow. All the players know: if you want to buy survival items, you go to the God of Wealth! Until one day, they discover… even NPCs think the same way.
  • “Money is born sinful. I am the man who can bear that sin.”
  • “Those who don’t love money—money doesn’t love them either.”
  • “Money isn’t money. It’s the unfulfilled desire you can’t attain.”
  • “If money can’t solve something, it just means there isn’t enough of it.”
—by Lu Chuan, the hopeless money-grubber. Tags: Infinite Stream · System · Power Fantasy · Growth Protagonists: Lu Chuan, Cang Jiu One-line summary: Be the master of money, not its slave. Theme: Money isn’t your master—you are your own master.

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