Infinite Disasters: I Hoarded My Way to Godhood novel Chapter 153

Chapter 153: Chapter 153: Thoughts, Meeting an Acquaintance Again

Seraphina Sullivan’s gaze lingered on Nicholas Jensen’s pale face for a moment before she finally looked away.

But for now, the most important thing was to let this guy heal up.

Seraphina Sullivan had no intention of letting the "arms supplier" and "potential manual laborer" she’d worked so hard to save become useless from severe injuries or overexertion.

’If he dies from exhaustion, who am I going to exploit... No, I mean, who am I going to cooperate with?’

"Well, we can figure out the specifics of how he’ll ’repay me’ later." Seraphina Sullivan waved a dismissive hand, dropping the subject for the time being.

Seraphina murmured this under her breath, as if speaking to herself and finalizing her decision.

She stopped paying attention to Nicholas Jensen.

With Flora silently watching him from the side, he wouldn’t be able to cause much trouble, even if he had something planned.

"Now that we’ve confirmed we’re all Players, the most urgent task is to stay alive and complete the main quest."

She looked at Nicholas Jensen and posed the question to him. "Do you have any clues for completing the main quest? Or have you found anything at all?"

Seraphina herself was finding it difficult.

The objective—"Find a Shelter in the dark apocalypse"—sounded simple, but as far as the eye could see, there was nothing but endless ruins and ever-thickening darkness.

There was no map, no guide, not even a clue as to what "Shelter" specifically referred to—a safe house, a Survivor Base, or some kind of symbolic location.

Every clue was another sliver of hope for survival.

She hoped that this seemingly unreliable Nicholas Jensen might have some crucial information.

Nicholas Jensen scratched his head. "I don’t know, either. I was attacked by monsters while I was searching for the Shelter."

As if suddenly remembering something, Seraphina Sullivan took out the [Sun Flashlight] she had "confiscated" from Nicholas Jensen. She tossed it lightly in her hand and asked in a teasing tone:

"By the way, in a pitch-black, monster-infested place like this, you dared to wave a ’little sun’ around? Did you have a death wish or something?"

Nicholas Jensen looked on, embarrassed, as she toyed with his beloved gadget.

He subconsciously patted himself down, as if checking for something.

When his fingers brushed against a necklace he wore under his clothes, his tense expression relaxed almost imperceptibly, as if that item was his true ace in the hole.

He spread his hands in a helpless gesture. "What else was I supposed to do? My night-vision goggles broke, and it was pitch-black. I was basically blind."

"It was the only thing I had for light. If I hadn’t used it, I wouldn’t have even been able to see where I was going. I would’ve died even faster!"

Just as Seraphina was about to say more, Sean Chandler, who had remained highly alert at their side, suddenly cut them off with a low cry.

"Movement over there!" His sharp gaze shot toward a point in the darkness.

Nicholas Jensen flinched, tensing up instantly. "Is it a monster?"

Before he had even finished speaking—

BOOM!

A deafening explosion ripped through the air from a distance, mixed with the faint roar of some kind of monster.

And that was only the beginning.

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