Infinite Disasters: I Hoarded My Way to Godhood novel Chapter 131

Chapter 131: Chapter 131: Attack, Hunter Lowe

The emergence of the Child of Weather.

The internet instantly went into a frenzy.

Countless people excitedly appealed, pleaded, and even demanded that the government have the Child of Weather tour the country. They wanted her to dispel the torrential rain in every region and let sunlight once again grace the land.

She was practically deified as a savior overnight.

However, as Seraphina Sullivan watched the girl on the screen, who was surrounded by a crowd and looked rather young and fragile, her brow furrowed slightly.

’Placing all hope and pressure on one person... I really don’t know if this is a good thing or a bad thing.’

Seraphina Sullivan instinctively felt that this near-deification hid unpredictable risks.

With greater Ability came greater responsibility, but the covetousness, jealousy, and even the desire for Control that would inevitably follow would trail her like a shadow.

Just as Seraphina Sullivan was staring at her phone screen, lost in thought—

BOOM!!!

A terrifying, deafening explosion suddenly ripped through the oppressive silence of the sky!

The massive sound seemed to erupt nearby, making the building she was in tremble slightly.

"What’s going on?!"

Seraphina Sullivan shot up from her chair. She instantly pocketed her phone, darted to the window, and peered outside with caution.

Sean Chandler appeared at her side almost instantly, his sharp gaze scanning in the direction of the sound.

In a distant area near the city’s edge, a thick column of black smoke mingled with rain and shot toward the sky. The flicker of firelight was faintly visible within it.

This was definitely not natural thunder, but a violent explosion!

"What happened? Where did that explosion come from?"

Seraphina Sullivan’s heart skipped a beat, and she immediately looked at her phone.

The moment the explosion rang out, the long-dormant neighborhood and local news chats on her phone were instantly flooded with a deluge of messages.

Countless panicked inquiries, fragmented information, and blurry video clips poured in.

Seraphina Sullivan quickly scanned the flood of messages, piecing together a rough outline of what had happened:

[Holy shit! Something big is happening! A bunch of Players just showed up outside the official Shelter in Vorlag City. They’re attacking the entrance like lunatics, killing soldiers who were keeping order and civilians who were trying to get in!]

[For real? That’s terrifying! I just heard a huge bang!]

[It’s 100% true, there’s a video. They’re the ones who caused the explosion! I don’t know what Ability or bomb they used!]

[Oh my god! Didn’t the authorities try to stop them?]

[There was no time to react! This was obviously a premeditated attack! Those guys are really strong, and they’re being ruthless!]

[This is too scary! I was planning to go to the Shelter tomorrow, but now I think it’s safer to just stay home...]

[These Players with Power are completely lawless. I think the government should strictly regulate all Players. It would be best to register and monitor all of them, or even lock them up! They’re too dangerous!]

[What the person above said is too extreme. There are a lot of good Players, too. Weren’t there Players helping with rescue efforts before? A one-size-fits-all approach will only cause more resistance and chaos!]

Seraphina Sullivan quickly scanned through these messages filled with fear, anger, and debate, and her expression darkened.

"Players attacking the official Shelter... It seems our city is starting to descend into chaos too."

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