Reborn with Infinity Money System, I was Worshipped by All Universes!-Chapter 123 - -Rules Are Rules

For Aurora Trade Guild Head Sylure, meeting the great tycoon Velen was an incredibly important event. However, even more crucial was negotiating the profit distribution for the Dragon Blood Potion with Fortress.

After all, the profits from Dragon Blood Potion were astronomical—it was an exclusive, monopoly-driven fortune.

This collaboration was vital to the future of their guild.

He had already made up his mind. To show their sincerity, they would hand over all profits from the sale of Dragon Blood Potion to Fortress for the next ten years.

After ten years, they would split the profits 50-50.

Arrival at Fortress

Soon, their fleet arrived at Fortress’s gates.

As Sylure, Daniel, Bruce, and the others adjusted their clothing and stepped out of their ships, an overwhelming pressure suddenly descended from above.

The sheer force of it made them freeze in place. Their bones cracked and popped under the strain, like beans roasting in a pan.

"Head, there are many terrifying presences inside Fortress! Even at Ascended Rank Lv4, I feel an overwhelming sense of dread!"

Bruce struggled to breathe as he blinked in shock and turned to Sylure.

Then, he noticed that Sylure looked even more horrified. The man was completely dazed, his expression frozen in disbelief.

"Bruce, this doesn’t make sense. You’re Ascended Rank Lv4, while I’m only Ascended Rank Lv1… How is Fortress this terrifying? This is nothing like what you described before!"

Sylure’s lips trembled.

The powerful auras emanating from Fortress completely crushed him. It was as if multiple top-tier Ascended Rank powerhouses were gathered inside, forming a vortex of pressure that made it impossible to approach.

Bruce, just as shocked, stammered, "Head, when I tracked this place before, the strongest creature here was just that Ironback Centipede!

"Kevin, Robert, Aiden… Their levels were similar to mine! But now, all these terrifying presences—where did they come from?!"

This situation was completely beyond his expectations.

A Voice of Relief

"Everyone, they’re not enemies. They’re friends of Aurora Trade Guild!"

At that moment, Anastasia’s calm voice rang out from Fortress.

The instant she spoke, the oppressive force vanished as if it had never existed.

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Sylure and his group finally exhaled in relief.

Then, they saw Anastasia and several others rushing toward them—each carrying a bundle of potion bottles, stopping every so often to take a sip as they moved.

The scene was bizarre.

"Lord Anastasia, Head Sylure has personally come today. We apologize for the intrusion, but we are here to—"

Bruce had just begun introducing Sylure and their purpose when Sylure suddenly stepped forward, stopping him.

"Lord Anastasia, our guild happened to be passing by, so we decided to drop in. We’ll visit again once our business is settled. For now, we must take our leave."

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Without another word, Sylure turned around, taking the confused Daniel and Bruce with him, and immediately boarded their fleet, departing swiftly.

As they watched Sylure and his group leave, Anastasia and the others exchanged puzzled glances.

"Aurora Trade Guild is quite a reputable organization. They must have had a reason for coming here, but if they don’t want to say anything, then so be it. Let’s just keep drinking our potions!"

Though Anastasia sensed something odd, she didn’t dwell on it—she was already on the verge of being driven insane by all the Life Potion she had to drink.

The Guild’s Shock

Inside the fleet, as Uranus faded into the distance, Daniel and Bruce frowned, turning to Sylure.

"Head, what was that about? Wasn’t our main purpose here to discuss the Dragon Blood Potion collaboration?"

Sylure let out a bitter laugh. "Negotiate? What’s there to negotiate? Didn’t you notice?"

"They were all drinking Advanced Life Potions!"

"Advanced Life Potion! Any one of those could be auctioned for an astronomical price!"

"But they were drinking them like water… and they looked like they didn’t even want to!"

"What?!"

Daniel and Bruce were stunned.

They had noticed Anastasia and the others drinking potions earlier, but they hadn’t dared to assume they were Advanced Life Potions.

Now that Sylure pointed it out, they realized it was true!

Just how wealthy was this Fortress?!

"Daniel, I used to think you were excessively extravagant. Now I see that I was simply ignorant."

"Given their level of extravagance, offering them ten years’ worth of Dragon Blood Potion profits might actually be an insult."

"Which means… we need to reconsider our approach. Simply handing over the profits would make us seem insincere."

Daniel and Bruce exchanged glances, finally understanding why their Head had suddenly decided to leave.

Moments later, their expressions became complicated.

Velen had merely provided the Dragon Blood Potion formula, while Aurora Trade Guild had to pay for all the ingredients and production costs.

Essentially, they were working for Fortress for free for ten years.

What originally seemed like an incredibly generous deal was now being reconsidered after just a short visit.

Now, the Head was thinking of offering even more benefits to Fortress.

Normally, this would have been unthinkable—they were merchants, not philanthropists.

But upon reflection, they understood why.

Ultimately, it all came down to one fact—

Velen… and Fortress… were far more unfathomable than they had ever imagined.

Still, no matter what, Velen had granted Daniel the Fenrir Bloodline.

To Sylure, that was a debt that could never be repaid.

Even if it meant handing over ten years of profits, he would gladly do so.

Fortress’s Endless Torment

Time passed quickly.

As the starry sky stretched across the heavens, the people of Fortress, after nearly a full day of drinking Life Potions, finally finished them all.

By now, Anastasia and the others were at the point where just seeing a potion bottle made them want to gag.

"This place is becoming unbearable," Clinton muttered.

"When I first arrived, I was nearly struck down by ascension lightning…"

"Now, I’ve nearly died from drinking too many potions! I can’t believe I’m actually starting to miss the peaceful days of being sealed away."

Tears almost welled in Clinton’s eyes.

Despite having enjoyed his time in Fortress, today had been too much.

"Wait… what is that smell?"

Suddenly, just as he was complaining, Clinton caught a scent drifting through the air.

It was intoxicating.

His very soul seemed to stir in response.

Following the scent, he turned toward a courtyard—where he saw Victoria, carefully grinding Soul Stone powder for incense.

Immediately, he rushed toward the courtyard.

After everything he had endured today, this divine fragrance was just what he needed to relax.

By now, he was familiar with everyone in Fortress and knew that Victoria was Ethan’s treasured mentee.

Just as he was about to push open the courtyard gate, however—

Victoria, who had been calmly grinding the Soul Stones, suddenly tensed.

She sprang to her feet and slammed the gate shut.

"Senator Clinton, you can’t come in!"

In that instant, she remembered Velen’s warning.

Everyone else could enjoy the incense—but Clinton absolutely could not.

"Why not?" Clinton frowned.

Victoria quickly shook her head. "You just can’t. Everyone else can come in, but not you. It’s for your own good!"

Hearing that, Clinton’s face darkened.

He was a Senator of Fortress! Why was he being singled out?

If she didn’t give him a good reason, he wasn’t going to just let this go.

He was Ascended Rank Lv9, a top-tier powerhouse! When had he ever been treated like this?!

"Senator Clinton, it’s not personal. These are the rules. I have to follow them… And don’t bother going to Lord Anastasia—she won’t be able to change it."