Infinite Disasters: I Hoarded My Way to Godhood novel Chapter 162

Chapter 162: Chapter 162: Genetic Modifier, Genetic Warrior

With Seraphina Sullivan’s order,

Nicholas Jensen sprang into action without a hint of hesitation.

He extended his hand, a faint light seeming to flow from his palm as he passed it over the toys one by one.

The plastic model guns began to gleam with a metallic luster.

Faint mechanical whirring could be heard from inside the toy grenades and bomb models.

Under the effect of Nicholas Jensen’s Talent, these seemingly childish toys were being imbued with real killing power!

Seraphina Sullivan watched Nicholas Jensen’s efficient "work" and nodded in satisfaction.

She casually picked up a newly materialized bomb, only the size of an egg, and weighed it in her hand, feeling its hefty weight.

"The Bombing Pigeon Plan..."

Seraphina Sullivan muttered to herself, her eyes glinting.

’Now, the bomb problem is solved. The quantity and quality can be guaranteed by Nicholas Jensen’s Talent and my Space. Next, I just need to see if I can find a large number of pigeons or other birds that can be tamed and controlled, either in the Shelter or nearby.’

She could already picture it: thousands of birds carrying bombs, swarming like a deadly Bee Swarm toward the tide of monsters in the night... The sight would surely be "spectacular."

Of course, the Bombing Pigeon Plan might not be executable in the Dark Apocalypse Dungeon.

After all, with the night monsters around, living birds might have mutated as well.

Soon, an hour of continuous production had passed.

Using the [Mobile Doll] Talent at high intensity for a full hour straight was too much, even for the Level 2 Nicholas Jensen.

The color drained from his face at a visible rate.

A cold sweat of exhaustion beaded on his forehead, and his breathing became shallow and rapid.

As if all his strength had been sucked out of him, he collapsed bonelessly to the ground, looking completely wrung out.

Seraphina Sullivan, however, was quite pleased with her haul.

Her consciousness sank into her [Scavenger’s Farm] Space, gazing at the dozens of neatly stacked boxes inside.

They were filled with all sorts of bombs, mines, and some firearms, all materialized by Nicholas Jensen’s Talent.

From high-explosive grenades to sticky bombs, from tripwire mines to timed devices, the variety was vast and their power varied—enough to equip an entire bomb squad.

’This guy’s Talent... it’s practically a mobile arms factory...’

A strong sense of possessiveness rose in Seraphina Sullivan’s heart once again.

’Seriously, I’m finding I want to completely control him and make him my exclusive arms manufacturer more and more.’

The practicality and potential of the [Mobile Doll] Talent far exceeded Seraphina Sullivan’s expectations.

Not only could it turn toys into deadly weapons, but its consumption seemed to depend mainly on the complexity and quantity of the items created, rather than just time.

If he could provide for her long-term, the boost to Seraphina Sullivan’s combat power would be immeasurable.

Checking the time, she saw there were still two hours until her scheduled meeting with Dustin Sullivan and the others.

Seraphina Sullivan had no intention of waiting around in this small, stuffy tin shack.

She glanced at Nicholas Jensen, who was slumped on the floor and on the verge of passing out, and shook her head.

’If anyone saw the state he’s in, utterly exhausted, they might think I did something inhuman to him.’

"Rest here and recover."

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