Reborn with Infinity Money System, I was Worshipped by All Universes!-Chapter 183 - 180-He Wanted BBQ—Couldn’t He Wait Just Two More Seconds?!
"Holy shit! Doesn’t that make him basically invincible now?"
Kris couldn’t help but blurt it out when Arthur pointed it out.
"We should remind His Majesty later... This fortress is absolutely terrifying."
Arthur didn’t answer directly, but Kris could already understand what he meant from that one line.
Velen and his crew—make friends, never enemies.
"Ahhh, so satisfying!!"
In the nearby courtyard, Velen stretched lazily as he woke up, then immediately checked his Special Daily Drop.
Strangely enough, even though he had to find ways to use up the special item that refreshed daily, Velen wasn’t annoyed by it. In fact, he was looking forward to it more and more.
Today’s Special Drop: Soul Crystal Shards x10,000
Soul Crystal: A special type of ore. Can be used to enchant weapons or magic, granting them soul-based power, allowing direct attacks on the enemy’s soul.
What the hell is this thing?
Velen stared blankly at the item description. The explanation was way too simplistic. All he got was that it could be used for enchanting.
And that, of course, led to the real question:
How the hell do I waste this stuff?
When in doubt, ask someone who might know.
He left his residence and headed straight to the neighboring courtyard.
"Kris, do you know anything about Soul Crystals?"
Walking up to Kris, Velen wasted no time getting to the point.
"I’m not entirely sure what they are either," Kris admitted, "but I’m guessing this is the item you’re supposed to blow through today?"
Standing nearby, Clinton listened quietly, and a theory was already forming in his mind.
"Soul Crystal? Prince Velen, a Soul Crystal is an incredibly rare and powerful mineral. It can enchant almost anything, and the effects vary based on what it’s used on," Kris explained seriously.
"Different effects?"
"Exactly. Once ignited, the Soul Crystal releases a kind of liquid energy. Enchanting a weapon with it grants soul-damage capabilities. Enchanting a furnace can allow it to refine high-grade potions. Enchanting a spell with it turns it into soul magic."
"Soul Crystals are non-renewable and extremely scarce. Everyone wants them. But their effects fade with time, so they’re incredibly valuable."
Kris was patient with his explanation, even though he wasn’t sure why Velen was suddenly so interested in the topic.
After hearing all that, Velen suddenly found himself troubled.
This stuff is that overpowered?! It can enchant anything?
Then how the hell am I supposed to squander it?
Wait…
Enchant anything…?
Velen’s eyes suddenly lit up with a new idea.
Next to him, Clinton shivered slightly. He had that feeling again.
Something bad is about to happen. He was sure of it.
"Arthur, isn’t the only place Soul Crystals are mined the Singularity Battlefield? I remember you said you only ever got one piece, right?" Kris asked as Velen silently brewed his plan.
"That’s right," Arthur nodded. "I was lucky to get it. I used it to enchant my spear, and with years of honing it, I’ve fought off countless enemies. Sadly, less than a tenth of it remains now."
As he spoke, Arthur’s face showed a faint trace of regret.
Soul Crystals were his trump card. His precious treasure.
"Iron Cub! Go get some spellbeast meat from the Prince—we’re having BBQ today. I’ve got the charcoal and seasoning ready. Oh, and make sure it’s freshly slaughtered spellbeast meat! Freshness is key!"
Velen used magical voice transmission to give orders to the Ironback Centipede, who was in the middle of refining alchemical materials.
Uno Kingdom.Alchemy Chamber.
"It’s done! Almost there! Your Highness, while this spellbeast may not be the most gifted in alchemy, with enough practice, its Frostfire and that terrifying furnace make potion refining practically effortless!"
Pulitzer was laughing through tears at this point.
As a top-tier alchemist serving the Uno Kingdom—though never officially certified by the Alchemy Guild—Pulitzer’s skills were on par with the greatest Grand Alchemists.
But yesterday… when he saw the legendary Super Dragon Flame Forge with his own eyes, and realized that a spellbeast actually possessed the mythical Frostfire, he almost lost his mind.
Two of the greatest treasures an alchemist could dream of—both appeared in one spellbeast.
Any alchemist would go insane from envy.
BZZZZT!
The Super Dragon Flame Forge began to tremble violently, signaling that the god-rank potion inside was nearing completion. The potion inside was colliding against the walls of the furnace in erratic bursts of light and sound.
All that was left was five seconds of final refining with the Frostfire—then open the lid, survive the Thunder Calamity, and the potion would be complete.
BOOM!
Just as the moment of glory approached, Ironback Centipede suddenly received Velen’s magical transmission.
Without hesitation, it kicked the furnace over with one massive stomp.
Frostfire extinguished.
The tremors stopped.
The nearly-complete god-rank potion inside turned into a bubbling mess of scorched sludge.
A burnt, acrid stench filled the room.
They were two seconds away. Just two goddamn seconds, and the god-rank potion would have been perfected!
Pulitzer’s eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.
What the hell was that for, you stupid beast?!
Two seconds! You couldn’t wait two seconds?!
This was the pinnacle of his alchemical career—not making a god-rank potion, no, he knew he wasn’t quite at that level.
But to witness one created under his own guidance?
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That was the ultimate honor of his life!
And this… this damn spellbeast just kicked it over like trash?
First the Prince stepped on a god-rank potion. Now this thing just booted the furnace over.
Could you two have a little respect for the god-rank potion?!
That was my life’s dream!
Pulitzer’s whole worldview shattered.
Nearby, Eureka stood frozen, staring at Ironback Centipede in complete disbelief.
"…Bro, what the hell just happened?" she asked blankly.
"The Master just contacted me," Ironback Centipede replied seriously. "He wants BBQ. Told me to bring the furnace. Oh, and he wants fresh spellbeast meat. You’ll need to slaughter it right away."
PFFFT!!
Pulitzer couldn’t hold it in anymore—he coughed up a mouthful of blood.
All this... for a barbecue?
He wanted to scream:
Your master wanted BBQ?! And you couldn’t wait those TWO SECONDS?!
JUST TWO FREAKING SECONDS?!
But in the end, he held back.
Because he knew—neither this spellbeast nor its master were people he could afford to piss off.
"Master Pulitzer, maybe you should have a bite too," Ironback Centipede said with genuine concern. "You just vomited blood. You should eat something nourishing."
Pulitzer: I… I f*ing can’t.**
