Infinite Disasters: I Hoarded My Way to Godhood novel Chapter 11

Chapter 11: Chapter 11: Parasite Apocalypse Instance

Time flew, and in the blink of an eye, four days had passed.

Over those four days, Seraphina Sullivan barely set foot outside, completely absorbed in renovating her safe house.

She added soundproofing insulation to the Wall to dampen any noise.

She applied privacy film to the windows, worried someone might use a drone to peer inside.

Like an ant building its nest, she slowly transformed her apartment into an indestructible fortress.

’Real-world supplies are so expensive...’ Seraphina Sullivan thought, shaking her head with a wry smile as she watched the rapidly dwindling balance on her banking app.

She decided to save most of her supply runs for the dungeon worlds. After all, she could loot freely there, emptying an entire supermarket without spending a dime.

Of course, that was only if she could find supplies before anyone else got to them.

In the real world, she only bought materials to fortify her apartment.

For the last two days, Seraphina Sullivan stopped all her renovation work.

She spent the time quietly contemplating things, adjusting her solar power system as she waited for the second survival game to begin.

The evening breeze brushed across her face, carrying a slight chill.

’What kind of dungeon will it be this time?’

She couldn’t shake the thought from her mind.

She felt a mix of anticipation for the unknown and a deep-seated fear of the danger.

Her fingers toyed with the three items laid out before her.

They were the spoils from her last dungeon, now her greatest assets.

Then, on the evening of the final day before the next dungeon, a bombshell news alert popped up on her phone.

#Player Franklin Ross Murdered#

Seraphina Sullivan’s pupils constricted. She quickly tapped on the trending story.

In the video, the young man who had once flaunted his Flight Ability online was now just a cold corpse.

And his real identity was exposed.

Franklin Ross had previously detailed his experience of being selected by the "Survival Dungeon System" during a livestream, where he’d shown off the Extraordinary Ability he acquired.

But just the other night, he was found dead in his own apartment.

The most horrifying part was what the killer had written on the Wall in blood: "The next Player will be me."

The comments section exploded:

"For real? You can become a Player just by killing one?"

"Seriously? Any other Players around? Let me have a go at killing one!"

"What happened to all those people who were constantly showing off their superpowers? They’ve all suddenly vanished."

Seraphina Sullivan was stunned.

’Can an ordinary person really become a Player by killing one?’

There was no proof, but whether it was true or not, it was a harsh reminder for Seraphina. She had to hide the fact that she was a Player.

’As I thought. Keeping a low profile and lying low is the only way to survive.’

Seraphina Sullivan let out a long sigh of relief, thankful she had chosen to remain hidden from the very beginning.

’Exposing your Player identity and flaunting your Ability right from the start... that’s just asking to be killed.’

As darkness fell completely, Seraphina Sullivan turned off all the lights and sat quietly in the dark.

The cold light of her phone screen illuminated her resolute profile.

Only a few hours remained in the "seven-day preparation period" announced by the system.

She took a final inventory of her equipment.

She had no idea how difficult this next dungeon would be. After all, the Aberrations in the Alien Apocalypse, a dungeon the system had classified as simple, had been horrifyingly powerful.

So, she had prepared a month’s worth of food.

That way, even if the dungeon was terrifying, she could just hole up somewhere and survive until the end.

A familiar, mechanical voice suddenly rang in her mind:

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