Infinite Disasters: I Hoarded My Way to Godhood novel Chapter 138

Chapter 138: Chapter 138: A Farce

Neither Seraphina Sullivan nor Sean Chandler had expected this.

After slapping him, the old woman immediately began to beat her chest and stomp her feet, wailing. Her finger was practically jabbing into Sean Chandler’s face. "It’s all your fault! All you damn monsters! If it weren’t for you, how could my son have died?! You’re the ones who brought this on us! Give me back my son! Give me back my son’s life!"

Listening to this, Seraphina Sullivan felt her brow darken in annoyance.

She roughly understood what had happened. The old woman’s son had likely been killed by the suddenly appearing Rogue Beetle that morning while clearing out the sludge.

But how could this misplaced hatred be blamed on Sean Chandler, who had not only dealt with the monster but also indirectly saved many more people?

This was completely irrational!

Seeing Sean Chandler’s expressionless face, the old woman seemed to feel it wasn’t enough and tried to strike him again.

This time, Sean Chandler wasn’t going to indulge her.

The moment the old woman raised her hand again, Sean Chandler shot his own out, fast as lightning, and clamped down on her bony wrist!

With his other hand, he grabbed her by the collar and effortlessly lifted her off the ground, like holding up a chick!

The old woman was instantly stunned.

She never expected that not only would he refuse to take it silently, but he would actually dare to fight back?!

After a moment of shock, she erupted into an even more shrill and piercing wail, her legs kicking wildly in the air. "He’s killing someone! Somebody help! Help! Why aren’t the police arresting him?! He’s a murderer! I saw him kill someone with my own eyes! There’s no law anymore!"

Her screams, like an alarm, instantly echoed throughout the entire residential complex, drawing over more residents who had been busy or resting.

Perhaps it was because they had been suppressed for too long, trapped at home by a month of torrential rain and floods. Or perhaps it was a complex mix of fear and jealousy toward the Players’ Power at work.

Indiscriminate accusations began to rise from the crowd, all aimed directly at Sean Chandler.

"Hey! How can you lay a hand on an old woman? Don’t think you can do whatever you want just because you’re a Player!"

"Exactly! Have you forgotten how to respect your elders?"

"Maybe... maybe you Players are the ones who attracted these monsters! Why else was everything fine before, but the moment you showed up, things went wrong? If it weren’t for you, why would so many people in our complex have died!"

"Right! That makes sense! You’re the ones who brought this on us!"

"Yeah! That’s right!"

Some people, either unaware of the truth or swayed by emotion, began to chime in, as if they had found an outlet for their fear and anger.

Listening to these illogical and ungrateful accusations, Seraphina Sullivan actually laughed out of anger.

"I’m truly witnessing the full diversity of the human species. I didn’t see any of you offering thanks when we were saving people, but when it’s time to shift the blame, you’re all tripping over each other."

Seeing that she had supporters, the old woman grew even more brazen. Her arrogance flared as she pointed at Sean Chandler and Seraphina Sullivan’s faces and cursed, "You disasters! You monsters! You shouldn’t be living in our complex! Get out! Take your damn Power and get out of our neighborhood!"

"Yeah! Get out! We don’t welcome Players here!" someone, incited by her words, immediately yelled along.

Seraphina Sullivan looked at this mob and found it laughable.

The crowd, which had been seething with fury just a moment ago, fell silent as if their throats had been collectively seized. All the shouting and cursing came to an abrupt halt. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

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