Infinite Disasters: I Hoarded My Way to Godhood novel Chapter 152

Chapter 152: Chapter 152: Metal Control, Forced Labor

"Holy crap!" Nicholas jolted in fright at the sight of Moe, nearly launching himself off the ground and pulling at his wound in a flash of pain.

Watching Nicholas act so jumpy, like a startled bird, Seraphina couldn’t help but facepalm, her mind racing with complaints:

’This guy... How on earth did someone so oblivious survive this long in the treacherous dungeons of the Doomsday Game? Is he just relying on long-distance blessings from his ancestors?’

A sharp, throbbing pain in his neck instantly brought back the memory of the fatal blow before he lost consciousness.

An invisible Wind Blade had sliced across it, and warm blood had gushed out... The cold, desperate feeling of his life rapidly draining away was still fresh in his mind.

But now, not only was he not dead, but his neck was also wrapped in what was clearly a treated bandage.

"I... was saved?"

he muttered to himself in disbelief, his gaze sweeping over the unfamiliar surroundings.

"What do you think!"

Seraphina shot back irritably. ’Are his reflexes a little slow?’

The sudden voice made Nicholas jump. He immediately fought through the pain, fell into a defensive stance, and warily eyed the speaker, Seraphina, and the taciturn Sean Chandler beside her.

Of course, his eyes couldn’t help but also flick over to the two "non-human" beings nearby.

Especially the Imp that had startled him earlier, and a giant, unfriendly-looking Cannibal Flower waving its vines.

At that moment, Moe was hovering in mid-air, its glittering green eyes staring at him without blinking. Flora’s enormous blossom also turned slightly toward him, its unique, serrated leaves opening and closing unconsciously, giving off the aura of a predator sizing up its prey.

If Seraphina hadn’t made it clear that this was someone she had saved, Flora and Moe’s instincts would have likely led them to treat this "delicious" or "highly punchable" guy as a snack that had delivered itself to their doorstep. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Flora’s inner monologue: ’Strange, why do I have the urge to whip this human a couple of times with my vines? Is this what they call on the internet... a "punchable face"?’

When Seraphina’s mind received this "telepathic message" from Flora, she was left momentarily speechless and exasperated.

’I really can’t let Flora keep watching all those random dramas I’ve hoarded on the farm anymore. Look at the kind of vocabulary she’s picking up...’

However, complaints aside, Seraphina also keenly sensed the unusual, almost instinctive agitation and faint hostility Flora and Moe directed at Nicholas Jensen.

She didn’t think it was as simple as Nicholas just "looking punchable."

’Perhaps... this trait of attracting "aggro" is related to some special Talent or Ability he possesses?’

This thought made Seraphina secretly revise her assessment of Nicholas’s value upward a few notches.

Nicholas clutched his still-aching neck while rapidly sizing up the woman before him.

Since Seraphina was using the Transformation Ring to alter her appearance, he naturally didn’t recognize his "former savior." He only noted that her eyes were sharp and her demeanor was calm—she was clearly no ordinary Player.

"And you are?"

"Same as you."

Simple and to the point, no wasted words.

Then, Seraphina spoke again with a hint of amusement. "Mister, I did save your life. Aren’t you going to show your appreciation?"

Alarm bells went off in Nicholas’s head.

He discreetly touched the bandage on his neck, his mind racing as he assessed the situation.

There were two of them, plus a strange-looking Imp and a ferocious Cannibal Flower.

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