Reborn with Infinity Money System, I was Worshipped by All Universes!-Chapter 209 - 206-With a Single Order, Thousands of Tycoon Club Members Shall Gather!
"So, you came all the way here… just to get a beating?"
Mark and Lucas cracked their knuckles as they slowly approached Kidd, a dangerous gleam in their eyes.
"Wait, wait! Hold up!"
Seeing his mentor and the grand senator closing in, Kidd quickly waved his hands and shouted.
"Mentor! Grand Senator!"
"Velen has founded a new organization called the Tycoon Club. He's now expanding rapidly and seeking members. I was wondering if you two might be interested?"
Hearing Kidd's plea, the two elders paused for a moment, brows raised in disbelief.
"Tycoon Club members?"
"That wasteful lunatic actually started a club… and now he's recruiting people?"
"Join a club… to waste resources extravagantly? Are you insane?!"
The mention of the Tycoon Club clearly set them off. Their prized disciple wanted them—a hall commander and a grand senator—to join an organization built entirely on the principle of unhinged extravagance. Was this some kind of cosmic joke?
What about their dignity? Their honor?
In unison, Mark and Lucas exchanged glances and roared:
"Beat him!"
"No! Not the face!"
"I came here to deliver fortune and opportunity, not to get pummeled!"
"Don't hit me—listen! If you join the Tycoon Club, Velen will provide unlimited mana crystals to every member, for them to squander freely!"
"Not only that, he plans to spread Tycoon Club members across all lower-tier universes! This could be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for you two!"
Their fists paused mid-air.
Mark and Lucas stared at Kidd in stunned silence, processing what they just heard.
"Kidd… do you understand what 'unlimited' means?"
"And do you really believe one man has enough wealth to scatter spendthrift disciples across countless universes?"
Mark looked at his now-bruised disciple with skeptical eyes, utterly unconvinced.
Instead of answering, Kidd calmly tossed a spatial ring toward Mark.
Lucas, standing beside him, suddenly felt a chill in his bones—a foreboding sense of doom washing over him.
"This… This can't be real!"
Mark gasped as he peered inside the ring, eyes widening to their limits.
An entire hundred million advanced mana crystals. Just sitting there.
"I was planning to use those to pave the entire Holy Light Temple's floor with mana crystal tiles!"
"And then? I'll tear down every courtyard, dormitory, even the main hall—and rebuild it all using advanced mana crystals!"
"Don't judge Velen's wealth with your limited imagination!"
Kidd's face beamed with pride as he watched their jaws drop.
"Are you saying… if we join this Tycoon Club, we really can spend freely?"
Mark's voice was serious now—no longer mocking, but genuinely intrigued.
"Tycoon Club has three major rules," Kidd explained patiently.
"As long as you follow them, you're free to waste and flaunt as much as you want."
"But not just anyone can get in! Even though I have the authority to refer people, if you don't meet the qualifications, you still won't be allowed in."
Several minutes passed as Kidd walked them through the full regulations, eligibility, and internal structure of the Tycoon Club.
When he finally finished, the looks in Mark and Lucas's eyes had completely changed.
"So… if we do manage to get in, we'll have to call you... Third Big Brother?" Mark asked slowly.
Kidd scratched his head awkwardly and said, "Don't worry, mentor! We can just keep things as they are. You can call me 'Big Brother Kidd,' and I'll still call you 'Mentor.' No big deal!"
"You traitor! You seriously expect me to call you big brother?! I'll cripple you myself!"
Enraged, Mark prepared to teach Kidd a lesson.
But before he could act, Lucas stepped forward, shielding Kidd with a serious expression.
"As long as I'm here, no one lays a finger on Big Brother!"
"…What the hell?! Grand Senator, have you no shame?!"
Mark was on the verge of a breakdown. His longtime ally had defected before his very eyes!
Kidd, standing behind Lucas, smirked quietly. Fifty thousand advanced mana crystals isn't too much to thank the grand senator for saving my skin, right?
He glanced at the center of his right palm—where a glowing mark had just appeared.
It was the signature Tycoon Mark, a system-integrated emblem granted to every disciple of the club.
Kidd had recently learned how to interpret it.
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Red meant his spending was too little.
Green meant his spending was within appropriate range.
Yellow meant his spending was excessive, bordering on wasteful.
If Velen knew how the system assigned these color-coded metrics, he'd be amazed. Each disciple essentially had a mini-system of their own. The difference was, those sub-systems were passive, while Velen's system was alive and could argue with him!
Red?
The Tycoon Mark was glowing red.
Kidd frowned. So fifty thousand mana crystals isn't enough, huh?
How about five hundred thousand?
The moment that thought crossed his mind, the red mark turned green. A spatial vortex swirled open from his palm, spitting out a space ring loaded with five hundred thousand advanced mana crystals.
Kidd handed it to Lucas. "Grand Senator, if it weren't for you, I'd be a pile of bruises right now. Here—take this. Use it however you like."
Lucas burst into laughter. "Kidd Big Brother! From now on, don't call me 'Grand Senator'—just call me Old Lu!"
"…Excuse me?!"
Mark's brain completely short-circuited.
That's all it takes?!
One act of defense, and you're gifted half a million advanced mana crystals?!?
"Grand Senator, I can't do that!" Kidd said quickly. "Even if you both join Tycoon Club, you'll always be my grand senator and mentor. I'm not someone who forgets his roots."
"Right. Let me show you something else."
Kidd extended his right palm again. The Tycoon Mark shimmered, and another ring popped out. From it, he pulled a gleaming set of platinum battle robes.
"Mentor. Grand Senator."
"This is a special uniform reserved for personal disciples of the Tycoon Club. These robes are a symbol of identity and rank."
"If you qualify and join, you'll start with the Black Iron Robes. From there, you'll have to rise through the ranks by proving yourselves."
Kidd paused, his tone suddenly solemn.
"But these aren't for show. When the day comes that the Head of the Tycoon Club needs us, we will wear these robes and fight for him."
With a single command, thousands upon thousands of Tycoon Club members will gather in his name!
Mark and Lucas both felt their blood ignite at the image—an army of elite, wealthy disciples, clad in shimmering robes, answering a single call.
The thought alone was enough to send shivers down their spines.
