Infinite Disasters: I Hoarded My Way to Godhood novel Chapter 142

Chapter 142: Chapter 142: Meeting with Dexter Luther, Preparing for a Trade

"Now?" Hearing Dexter Luther’s proposal, Seraphina Sullivan glanced at the blizzard still raging outside and raised an eyebrow.

"Yes! Right now! I’ve even thought of a place—the entrance to that half-collapsed underground mall over on Kestrel Street. At least it can block some of the wind and snow!" Dexter Luther’s voice was trembling noticeably from the cold, but his tone was resolute.

Seraphina Sullivan thought for a moment.

There were still a few days until the next entry into the Doomsday Game.

This sudden cold snap had thrown everything into chaos. It would be a good idea to go out and get a sense of what the other Players were doing and what resources they had.

Besides, there was one more thing on her mind.

Her "Bombing Pigeon" tactic couldn’t be derailed by a shortage of pigeons.

This was a perfect opportunity to ask around and see where she could get more pigeons, or other birds that could be used as substitutes.

"Alright,"

Seraphina Sullivan agreed. "We’ll go to the place you mentioned. We’ll head over as soon as we can."

"Great! I’ll... I’ll tell my friend right now! See you in a bit!"

Dexter Luther sounded relieved and quickly hung up, as if speaking for another second would cause him to freeze solid.

Seraphina Sullivan put down her phone and carefully stored the Heart of the Nest necklace, which was still "playing dead," into her Space.

Her plan to deal with the little thing would have to wait.

Heart of the Nest: ’Great, better keep laying low for now.’

Seraphina Sullivan turned to Sean Chandler and said, "Get ready, we’re going out. Dexter Luther wants to make a trade with us. And while we’re at it... we can see if we can find a new source for pigeons."

Sean Chandler nodded.

Seraphina Sullivan looked out the window. The blizzard showed no signs of letting up. The entire world was a vast expanse of white, with extremely low visibility.

Although she was wearing a self-heating set of [Heated Vest and Long Johns], she still bundled up in her thickest down jacket, not forgetting a scarf, hat, and gloves. She was wrapped up so tightly that only her eyes were visible.

Sean Chandler did the same.

The two took a deep breath, opened the door, and were instantly hit by a blast of cold so intense it felt like it could freeze their very souls.

Just as they stepped out, they unexpectedly ran into their next-door neighbor, Samuel Webb, who was just returning.

Samuel Webb was carrying a box of freshly scavenged wood and had a small sack of coal slung over his shoulder. His nose was red from the cold, and he was covered in snowflakes.

Clearly, with no heating or electricity, Samuel Webb was trying everything he could to keep his family warm using the most primitive methods.

Samuel Webb hadn’t expected to run into Sean Chandler and Seraphina Sullivan heading out at a time like this.

A flicker of barely perceptible nervousness and fear crossed his face, but he quickly forced a simple, almost awkward smile. He nodded at the two of them in greeting, then swiftly pulled out his keys, practically scrambled to unlock his own door, and ducked inside, slamming it shut behind him.

Once inside, Samuel Webb immediately leaned back against the cold security door, gasping for breath, his heart pounding.

’Damn it... Of all the luck, I had to run into that menace...’ he muttered to himself, still shaken.

Ever since he’d witnessed Sean Chandler expressionlessly snap Hunter Lowe’s neck and tear through a swarm of insects with his bare hands, he had resolved to never, ever provoke the couple next door. He would stay as far away from them as possible.

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