Reborn with Infinity Money System, I was Worshipped by All Universes!-Chapter 276 - 273-What?! He’s the Son of Senator Selroc?!

As soon as Velen left, the eight Knight Commanders collectively sighed in relief.

They had truly been terrified—no one could predict what kind of bizarre scheme Velen might come up with next!

"Tell me… am I going crazy?"

"When Lord Velen is around, I feel anxious. But when he's gone, I feel strangely empty, like I've missed out on something priceless. It's tormenting," Kris Knight Commander muttered with a bitter smile.

"Old Kris, we feel the same way,"

The other seven War Gods exchanged similarly bitter smiles.

"Sigh! When you're feeling down, you've got to find a way to vent. Otherwise, it'll build up and make you sick,"

"Arthur Knight Commander went off to fetch the King and the others. I think we ought to tell them the truth about what just happened—and give Arthur a good 'lesson' while we're at it. What do you say?"

Kris's proposal wasn't born of revenge for Arthur tricking him previously—he just needed to vent his bottled-up frustration.

The seven other Knight Commanders exchanged glances. Excitement flickered across their faces, especially on the Blazing Knight Commander's.

…

Uranus Star.

As Velen stepped foot back onto the planet Uranus, memories of his first visit here surfaced.

It was here that he had picked up the little rabbit, sold a god-tier alchemical potion, and even managed to pull a fast one on his own mentor.

He couldn't help but smile.

It had only been a few short months, yet back then, he was the lowest-ranked mage in the universe. Now, he had already become a powerful Ascended Rank expert.

How unpredictable fate is.

"Uranus Star was my first stop when I came to this continent. Seems only fitting that I begin my one-month tour from here,"

Velen said to himself as he walked toward the Eastern Star Gate.

Not far into his stroll, he stumbled upon a familiar place—Stellar Auction, the same venue where he had sold two bottles of tier-3 Fortifying Potion.

The sight sparked a sudden thought.

Come to think of it, I've never actually attended a proper auction since arriving in the Titan Galaxy. Why not check it out now?

If there was an auction scheduled for today, he'd stay. If not, he'd leave and continue his journey.

As he entered the auction house, Velen immediately noticed a young man sitting cross-legged in a corner, immersed in meditation.

What surprised him was that the environment was quite noisy, and yet this young man could still enter a state of cultivation.

Most people would only dare to meditate in absolute silence—it was dangerous to lose focus in public places.

"Excuse me," Velen walked up to the front desk and asked, "Is there an auction scheduled for today?"

The staff member responded politely with a smile,

"Sir, not today. The next auction is three nights from now."

"No?" Velen was a bit disappointed but then pointed toward the young man in the corner.

"Then who is that? Do you normally allow people to meditate in your lobby?"

"I'm sorry, sir," the staff replied, still smiling but clearly dodging the question, "I'm afraid I can't disclose that."

Interesting… Velen's curiosity deepened.

"System, use one Fate's Trojan scan. Find out who that man is."

"Ding! Scan complete. The man's name is Sherlock, son of Selroc, and currently oversees all operations of Stellar Auction."

"Ding! Sherlock is intensely focused on improving his cultivation. He was forced to take over the auction house and is highly resistant to the role. He has been searching for his father, Selroc, but without success."

Selroc's son?

And forced to inherit the auction house?!

Velen was stunned by the system's revelation.

He had never even known that Selroc was the hidden owner behind Stellar Auction.

To think the man ran off to become a senator at the fortress without even telling his son!

Velen walked over and said directly,

"Sherlock, I know where your father is. Help me with one thing, and I'll tell you."

Sherlock opened his eyes abruptly, a frown forming as he scanned the unfamiliar man before him.

"And why should I believe you?"

"Hold on. Let me ask your father something about you,"

Velen said casually as he took out a recording crystal.

Inside the fortress...

"What?! Lord Velen, you saw my son?!"

"No, no, no! You absolutely mustn't tell him where I am!"

"I finally managed to shove the auction house onto him—if he finds me now, he'll try to return it!"

Selroc's voice was urgent, almost desperate, echoing from the recording crystal.

"Senator Selroc, you were one of the earliest to join the fortress. Why is your resolve so weak?" Velen sighed.

"Your son doesn't want to inherit the auction house because he's focused on increasing his power. But gaining strength takes resources. If you give him enough, he'll stay put."

"Tell me a few of his secrets. Leave the rest to me."

Upon hearing this, a smile crept onto Selroc's face.

He didn't trust just anyone, but if Velen was handling it, it was as good as done.

Velen had done the impossible time and time again—

He'd turned alchemists into chefs, trained a rabbit in the way of the sword, even taught an Ironback Centipede to become an alchemist.

Compared to that, getting a reluctant young man to manage an auction house? Child's play.

Just then, Clinton walked into Selroc's chamber and saw him grinning like a fool on his mana crystal chair.

"Selroc, what's got you so happy?" he asked curiously.

"Lord Velen is going to 'train' my son. Isn't that reason enough to celebrate?"

Selroc beamed.

Clinton blinked in surprise, then quickly warned,

"Selroc, happy as you are, don't forget how we survived those trials back then. It wasn't exactly pleasant."

Selroc slapped his thigh. "Old Clinton, thank you for reminding me!"

"I better tell Lord Velen to go even harsher on my son. It's a rare opportunity to temper someone's will!"

"…Velen's way of burning through special items is already outrageous. And now you want him to go harder? Are you sure that kid's really your biological son?"

Clinton watched silently as Selroc pulled out another recording crystal.

He could only offer a silent prayer for Sherlock, hoping the young man would survive the impending storm.

…

Back at Uranus Star.

"Yeah, right. You're bluffing," Sherlock said coldly, eyeing Velen and his recording crystal with skepticism.

"You don't know my father."

"Sherlock," Velen said with a calm smile, "So you're obsessed with cultivating strength."

"Ever since you began advancing, you nearly lost your life in the Singularity Battlefield—three separate times, to be exact—due to that fragmented legacy you obtained. I'm not wrong, am I?"

Sherlock's eyes widened in shock.

What?!

The incomplete inheritance he'd received—only he and his father knew about it. No one else could've possibly found out!

"I don't know how you learned that," Sherlock said gravely, "But I need to confirm something."

With that, he pulled out a recording crystal of his own.

You had a way to contact your father this whole time?! Why didn't you say so earlier?!

You could've just asked and confirmed my identity!

Velen stared at him, nearly ready to bury the entire father-son duo in a mountain of mana crystals out of sheer frustration.

After a few minutes, Sherlock ended his communication and turned to Velen.

"So... do you believe me now?"

Velen asked with a wry smile.