Reborn with Infinity Money System, I was Worshipped by All Universes!-Chapter 251 - 248-I Knew It!

Three seconds later…

"Huh?"

Everyone watched as Galdorin suddenly squatted down with a strange expression, confusion spreading across their faces.

"Galdorin, what's wrong?" King Marcus asked quickly, concerned.

"Did the potion upset your stomach or something?"

"N-no, Your Majesty," Galdorin replied with a forced smile, clutching his abdomen. "It's nothing serious. Just a slight stomachache."

In truth, he was desperately trying to cover up his awkward situation.

If anyone figured out what was really going on, he, an old man who prided himself on dignity, might just die of embarrassment.

A stomachache?

So drinking the potion just causes a bit of stomach discomfort?

The group collectively sighed in relief. If that was all, then it wasn't so bad. Manageable, even.

Still, Arthur squinted suspiciously at the bottle in his hand.

Having dealt with Velen on multiple occasions, he had learned to expect the unexpected.

This… seemed too easy.

No excessive wastefulness?

No ostentatious flaunting of wealth?

Was this even the Velen?

"Are we really sure this is safe?" Arthur muttered skeptically.

His experience with Velen's antics made it impossible for him to let his guard down.

"It's fine! Absolutely fine!" Galdorin responded with righteous conviction.

With Galdorin's reassurance, everyone else finally let down their defenses and began drinking their own Endurance Potions.

If the bond is deep—bottoms up in one gulp!

Three seconds later...

"WHAT THE—?!"

"What's happening?!"

"My body… something's very wrong!"

"This potion… what did we just drink?!"

Their expressions twisted as realization hit. One by one, their knees buckled and they squatted down almost in unison, groaning in discomfort.

Velen stood off to the side, watching them with wide-eyed amusement.

"Galdorin! You tricked us!" King Marcus roared from the ground, face flushed and trembling with effort.

"'Stomachache'? Really? That's how you described this?! What a 'brilliant' lie!"

He glared at Galdorin with such intensity that it looked like he might launch a fireball out of pure rage.

"I KNEW IT!!!" Arthur howled, practically foaming at the mouth. "Galdorin, you old devil! I'm gonna fight you right here, right now!"

The other four knight commanders and Prince Eureka didn't speak, but their faces said enough.

If looks could kill, Galdorin would have been reduced to ash on the spot.

"Hey! Why are you all yelling at me?!"

Galdorin was on the verge of tears.

"I didn't do this on purpose! I didn't mean to lie to you!"

"I panicked! I was just trying to save face! I forgot you were all about to drink it too!"

"If you hadn't forced me to go first, would any of this have happened?!"

The poor man looked utterly defeated.

He was just a humble hand—a minor official.

He didn't sign up for this kind of trauma!

But of course, he didn't dare direct any of that frustration toward Velen, the true mastermind. He could only silently bear the group's wrath.

"Everyone, please calm down!"

Velen stepped forward at last, deciding it was time to divert some of the blame.

"This potion is called the Endurance Potion. It temporarily floods your body with energy and vigor, and its effects last exactly one day and one night."

He paused to let the weight of that sink in.

"This 24-hour period is your test. Endure it, and your body will undergo permanent enhancement—far beyond anything you've experienced."

"That's right—it's not temporary. The strengthening effect is permanent!"

"I swear, this time I'm genuinely here to give you all a gift—not to prank you."

Velen looked as sincere as a priest giving a sermon.

"WHAT?!"

Everyone was stunned.

The potion wasn't just some random Velen-style chaos fuel?

It actually enhanced the body permanently?

Velen was seriously offering something so rare and precious to them… for free?

The shame hit them like a brick wall. They'd blamed him unjustly.

They had doubted his intentions—when in fact, he had been acting out of generosity.

One by one, their expressions shifted.

From pain...

To realization...

To absolute, giddy glee.

"Oh my god…"

"These people… none of them are decent human beings," Velen muttered as he watched their perverted little grins creep across their faces.

When had they gotten like this?

Were they always this shady and just hiding it well?

"Lord Velen, we cannot thank you enough!" King Marcus exclaimed, his voice filled with gratitude despite being crouched on the ground.

"If Uno Kingdom can ever be of service to you, do not hesitate to call on us."

He finally understood what Velen had meant earlier.

This potion was, indeed, immensely beneficial to someone like him.

Permanent enhancement to his body? That was a gift fit for royalty.

The knight commanders all bowed respectfully—even while half-squatting.

"Thank you, Lord Velen!"

"Do you have… any more of these gifts? I wouldn't mind a second round!"

"I could get used to this kind of suffering!"

"You're truly too generous, Lord Velen!"

"No need to thank me," Velen chuckled. "It's my duty."

"Anyway, may the rivers flow and the mountains stand—until we meet again!"

With that poetic farewell, Velen activated his Spatial Portal and disappeared—off to the fortress.

Fortress Grounds

"Velen's back again?"

"He's been using that Spatial Portal so often, the fortress is practically his personal rest stop!"

Anastasia frowned when she sensed his arrival, but immediately turned off her spiritual perception.

Out of sight, out of mind.

Fine, go do whatever you want—just don't drag me into it!

Back at the fortress courtyard, Velen spotted Apollo sweeping the garden.

"Oh, right," he muttered. "There are still a few more outside."

"Lord Velen, you're back!" Apollo greeted him respectfully.

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"Keep sweeping. I'm heading out again real quick."

Velen jogged toward the fortress gates.

Outside the Fortress

"Steven! Jerry! I'm here!"

Velen approached the pair, holding four bottles of Endurance Potion.

"Lord Velen, what are these?" Jerry and Steven asked, inspecting the strange black liquid inside the vials.

"Good stuff," Velen said with a grin.

"Good stuff?" Their eyes lit up.

If Lord Velen said it was good stuff, it had to be good.

"You two are lucky," Velen added. "If I didn't have extra stock, you would've missed out."

"Thank you so much!"

"Lord Velen, you're amazing!"

The two of them looked at each other with appreciation.

It warmed their hearts that Velen would even think of giving them something valuable.

Without hesitation, they drank all four bottles at once.

Three seconds later—

"Oh no!"

Their faces changed instantly as they crouched down, overwhelmed.

They were in shock—and also embarrassed beyond words.

This was the "good stuff"?

They stared at Velen in disbelief.

Was this really what he meant by good?!

This was entrapment!

"Endure it for one full day and one night," Velen said, ignoring their accusatory glares. He gave each of them a firm pat on the shoulder before walking away calmly.

Steven and Jerry looked at each other.

"Steven, don't squat next to me!" Jerry suddenly snapped.

"Go squat over there! We need to guard separate exits—keep some distance. If you're too close… I'm afraid I won't be able to hold myself together!"

"What the hell?!"

"Why can't you be the one who loses control?!"

"Because right now, I'm stronger than you. So you follow my orders."

Steven clenched his jaw but said nothing more.

He reluctantly shuffled off to the other side in silence.