Infinite Disasters: I Hoarded My Way to Godhood novel Chapter 125

Chapter 125: Chapter 125: The Scapegoat, Sean Chandler

When Keith Griffith saw Seraphina Sullivan appear at Justin Brooks’s doorway covered in blood, he felt an instinctive chill and subconsciously took a half-step back.

Seeing his reaction, Seraphina Sullivan simply stepped to the side, opening up the doorway so Keith Griffith and the nosy neighbors craning their necks behind him could get a clear view of the room.

In the living room, Miss Webb lay unconscious on the sofa.

And on the floor lay Justin Brooks, covered in blood, his injuries gruesome.

Beside him, another person was currently bandaging his wounds.

They saw Sean Chandler, holding bandages he had found from who-knows-where, dressing Justin Brooks’s wounds. His movements were a little clumsy, but exceptionally steady. He, too, was stained with large patches of blood.

The large, still-wet pool of dark red blood on the floor was even more shocking.

Upon seeing Justin Brooks’s horrific condition, Keith Griffith gasped. He finally understood where the blood on Seraphina Sullivan had come from, and his face instantly paled.

"M-my god! Justin Brooks... H-how did he get hurt so badly?!" His voice was filled with disbelieving horror.

His cry of alarm attracted even more curious neighbors.

With the city besieged by floods, the power out, and communications spotty at best, everyone was going stir-crazy with boredom.

Miss Webb’s earlier wailing had already drawn their attention.

The moment they sensed some drama, they immediately swarmed over, crowding behind Keith Griffith and craning their necks to see inside.

"Whoa! Isn’t that Justin Brooks? Isn’t he supposed to be some powerful, official military Player? I just saw a video of him leading a rescue team online a few days ago. How did he end up like this?"

"Oh my god! H-he’s so badly hurt! Tsk, tsk. I guess being a Player isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. The Doomsday Game is just too dangerous!"

"That’s terrifying! I used to be so jealous of Players, with their government support and Special Abilities. I even wanted my son to find a way to become one... Looking at this now, forget it. It’s better to just lie low and stay out of trouble. This is horrifying!"

A buzz of chatter filled the hallway, a mixture of shock, sympathy, secondhand fear, and a hint of unconcealable schadenfreude.

Seraphina Sullivan watched the crowd behind Keith Griffith swell until it nearly blocked the hallway, and her brow furrowed in irritation.

She hated being the center of a spectacle like this; it was nothing but trouble.

"What is everyone crowding around here for?!" Seraphina Sullivan had to raise her voice to try and disperse the ever-growing crowd.

"There’s nothing to see here! Miss Webb needs rest, and the patient needs quiet! Now break it up!"

Keith Griffith, squeezed at the very front, spoke up with false sincerity, "We just wanted to see if there was anything we could do to help..."

His real goal was simply to confirm whether Justin Brooks was about to die.

"Help?" Seraphina Sullivan shot him a sidelong glance. "Are you a doctor? Do you have a medical license? Or can you just conjure up a miracle drug on the spot?"

Keith Griffith was speechless, choked by her words, and his face darkened.

Perhaps because of the clamor at the door, Susan Webb, who was lying on the sofa, slowly began to stir.

The moment she woke, her eyes desperately searched for her son.

"My boy!" she cried out, struggling to sit up.

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