Infinite Disasters: I Hoarded My Way to Godhood novel Chapter 103

Chapter 103: Chapter 103: The Silenti, Petrification Light

Seraphina Sullivan ignored the futile arguments and Chester Donovan’s attempts to form an alliance.

Her attention was completely captivated by the deathly silent scene outside the hallway.

She carefully moved to a broken window, pushed aside the hanging, slippery moss, and looked out.

’Petrification Apocalypse... As the name implies, this world suffered some kind of "Petrification" disaster. But what exactly is the cause of the Petrification?’

Questions filled her mind as her gaze swept over the city outside.

What met her eyes was the ruin of a completely dead city.

Skyscrapers crumbled, streets were cracked, and abandoned vehicles were covered in rust, all entangled in the same thick moss and unknown vines.

However, the most chilling part wasn’t the decay, but the "statues" that were everywhere.

They were frozen in the poses they held in life.

A figure running at a street corner, a form peering out a window in terror, even the silhouette of an embrace... All these "statues" had the texture of lifeless, grayish-white stone, their details vivid yet exuding an absolute stillness.

They were clearly the original inhabitants of this world, who had met some terrible fate and were permanently solidified at the exact moment the disaster struck.

"Holy crap! So this is the reason for the apocalypse in this instance? Everyone turned to stone?!" a young man with eye-catching green hair couldn’t help but exclaim, his face a mask of shock and lingering fear.

The moment he finished speaking, a more experienced-looking Player next to him paled, coughed sharply a few times, and hissed in a low voice.

"Are you trying to get us killed?! You can’t just shout a word like ’instance’! What if there are surviving Native People hiding somewhere who hear you? How would you explain that? If you want to die, fine, but don’t drag us down with you!"

The Player had a look of lingering fear, clearly having seen or heard of how misspeaking and leaking information about an instance could increase its difficulty.

His words sent a chill down Seraphina Sullivan’s spine, and she instantly recalled the terrifying consequences that had almost occurred in The Insect Frenzy instance because of an Advanced Player’s misconduct.

But the green-haired youth seemed completely unfazed, even retorting with a smug grin, "Relax, relax! What’s there to panic about? My Talent already scanned the area. Besides us Players who just arrived, there isn’t a single living mouse in this building or the nearby blocks! It’s perfectly safe!"

Hearing this, Seraphina Sullivan’s gaze quietly swept over the green-haired youth.

His name was Howard Dawson, and his Ability was called [Spirit Exploration]. It could release psionic waves to sense the general situation and life auras in the surrounding environment.

It was a detection-type Talent, which explained his fearless attitude.

The green-haired youth, Howard Dawson’s, words were like a stone tossed into a still pond.

After hearing him, the others also began to make their moves.

He glanced around and said casually, "Since we’ve confirmed there are no outsiders and the instance only requires us to survive for seven days, it doesn’t look like there are any mandatory cooperative quests. I don’t think we need to all cram together. Wouldn’t it be easier to just go our separate ways, find a place to hide, and wait out the seven days?"

His words seemed to tear away the last fragile layer of disguise.

The instant he finished speaking, the atmosphere in the hallway suddenly tensed.

The wary glances they had been exchanging moments before instantly became sharp and cold.

Everyone subtly shifted their stances, adopting postures better suited for defense or sudden conflict.

The distance between them seemed to widen, as if pulled apart by an invisible force.

Everyone knew that Players were never friends.

In an instance with a single survival objective, other Players... were themselves potential threats and variables.

Splitting up could mean being picked off one by one.

But staying together could mean a knife in the back from someone right beside you.

In this apocalyptic ruin, the foundation of trust had crumbled before it could even be laid.

Besides, Players were treasure troves; who knew what kind of good stuff they might be holding.

However, in the midst of this tense, hair-trigger atmosphere... 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

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