INFINITE MONEY - I Will Buy Everything

William rose from his bed, a broad yawn stretching his lips as his thoughts drifted back to the events of the past week.

Why reflect on the past week, in particular? Because it had been exactly seven days since William had been thoroughly beaten to a pulp by his new master—his sensei.

And it hadn't gone by the way he thought it would. He thought that the training would be normal and he would just casually learn many types of weapon fighting skills but he was wrong… he was very very wrong.

The week that followed had been a challenging yet transformative period, during which William had absorbed a considerable amount of knowledge from the man. Chiefly, he had become adept at enduring a brutal thrashing and still managing to stand tall. It was clear that his new master hadn't merely been testing his abilities with those initial blows. No. This was simply the man's method of teaching.

A way that would have been way too much for anybody, even William. Had he not actually learned some valuable lessons.

On several occasions, William found himself wondering whether Adam harbored a sadistic streak, using him to satiate some perverse pleasure by beating him senseless. These thoughts accompanied him as he made his way to the bathroom to freshen up. As he splashed cold water on his face, William caught sight of his reflection in the mirror. Curious, he lifted his T-shirt to examine his torso.

As expected, he found nothing—no bruises, no scars—just the athletic physique he had honed after his most recent leveling up. Still, despite the apparent normalcy, William found something disconcerting about the lack of any visible injuries.

Why? Because after each session of training with Adam, he would return home covered in cuts and bruises. But by the next morning, all traces of his injuries would vanish, leaving his body unscathed, as if he had never been beaten at all.

He researched and looked to see if he had accidently gained some kind of regeneration skill or not but he found nothing, So he could only thought of this being the side of effect of his dragon breathing arts or his godly potential.

Letting the fabric fall back into place, William shook off the lingering unease and continued his morning routine. He changed into his full training suit, a garment crafted from a specialized fiber that clung to his body, designed to wick away sweat and regulate his temperature.

The suit also possessed the unique capability of adding extra weight, thereby intensifying the physical demands of his training.

Fully dressed, William left his room and descended into the secret underground facility beneath the villa. As he strolled calmly through the hallway, a sudden disturbance caught his ear, prompting him to investigate.

When his eyes fell upon the scene, he adopted the exasperated demeanor of a man well beyond his years and sighed, "Clawdia, how many times do I have to remind you not to eat the workers down here?"

Before him was a chaotic scene: a group of workers frantically attempting to restrain an oversized tiger. The unfortunate worker beneath the tiger's massive paws was desperately trying to distance himself from its wide maw, filled with rows of sharp, gleaming teeth that promised nothing short of excruciating pain.

Upon hearing William's voice, the ever-loyal Clawdia backed away from the group with a graceful sweep of her muscular frame. The workers, who had been struggling mightily to budge the enormous tiger, had accomplished nothing. But when Clawdia moved of her own accord, they were effortlessly tossed aside, landing in groaning heaps on the floor.

Observing Clawdia's movements, William barely managed to suppress a laugh. Instead, he adopted a more instructive tone, saying gently, "Clawdia, you can't behave this way with the workers. You need to understand that they are the backbone of our operations. If they stop working, or if any of them get hurt, it would inevitably be our loss."

Hearing his words, the workers who had been writhing on the floor, initially angered by the tiger's aggression, suddenly felt a wave of appreciation. Thoughts like, 'The boss really cares about us,' began to circulate among them. Another worker mused, 'A boss who pays us well and actually thinks about our well-being... this is definitely better than any official job.'

Completely unaware of their musings, William continued, "They're just ordinary people like me, working hard and staying loyal. So, no more scaring them, okay?"

Clawdia lowered her gaze, appearing chastened, and responded through their telepathic link, "Okay, Master."

"And if you're really that hungry, don't worry. I have a group of workers who've been slacking off and haven't met their quotas. I'll let you have some of them—you can feast to your heart's content."

Clawdia immediately brightened, responding with enthusiasm, "Thank you, Master!"

With that, master and pet shared an affectionate embrace, completely oblivious to the shocked expressions of the workers, whose eyes were wide and mouths agape.

The workers who had just moments ago misjudged William's intentions quickly reevaluated their opinions. 'Yeah, definitely not going to slack off anymore,' one worker thought, mirroring the sentiments of many others as they watched the pair leave.

As William and Clawdia entered another room, their expressions shifted to one of playful mischief. William turned to Clawdia with a smirk. "That was pretty clever, Clawdia."

"Thank you, Master. I hope it pleased you."

"Oh, it did indeed," William replied, savoring the memory of the workers reactions when he delivered his final words.

The entire episode had not been a mere accident or coincidence. It was a meticulously planned operation. Yes, William had orchestrated the scenario some time ago.

In recent weeks, he had noticed that while most of the workers were diligent, some had grown complacent, doing only the bare minimum and frequently taking unnecessary sick leaves.

So, with Clawdia's assistance, William devised this little "motivational" event to reinvigorate the workforce. And, as expected, after staging the spectacle, he observed a marked increase in productivity.

William allowed himself a few more villainous chuckles before he and Clawdia arrived at the training room. He paused for a moment in front of the closed door, his mind filled with memories of being pummeled and waking up with no recollection of how he had lost consciousness. Finally, he exhaled deeply and pushed the door open.

To his surprise, the sight that greeted him was quite unexpected. Adam and Delmar were deep in conversation, which was unusual considering they usually bickered like cats and dogs. But today, they seemed to be engaged in a meaningful discussion. What on earth had happened while he was asleep?

"So… what's going on?" William asked, his curiosity piqued.

Both men turned to him and greeted him, "Boss."

"What's so interesting that you two are actually having a civil conversation?" he inquired.

"Well, Boss," Adam began, "after a long delay, Delmar finally gave me my sword, and we were just discussing it."

"Oh! Really? Can I see it?" William asked, intrigued.

"Yeah, of course," Adam said, handing him the unwrapped sword.

William took the sword, but before he could fully appreciate its craftsmanship, something unexpected happened.

[A New Item Has Been Unlocked in the Shop]

[A New Skill Has Been Unlocked in the Shop]