Infinite Disasters: I Hoarded My Way to Godhood novel Chapter 185

Chapter 185: Chapter 185: Keith Griffith’s Little Scheme

At that moment, Keith Griffith was shrinking back behind the crowd, his eyes flickering as he buried most of his face in the thick collar of his cotton coat.

In truth, he didn’t want to get involved in this farce targeting Seraphina Sullivan’s family.

After all, Sean Chandler was a Player, and a powerful one at that.

But then he remembered what Morton had told him in private.

If he could find a way to get Sean Chandler to join the organization they were forming...

Then his, Keith Griffith’s, status within the organization was bound to rise.

’First, I’ll let this bunch of idiots cause a scene. Let Seraphina Sullivan and Sean Chandler see the ugly faces and moral blackmail of these neighbors. Make them disgusted and wary of ordinary people. When they’re isolated and helpless, I’ll extend an olive branch. I’ll earn their goodwill and gratitude, and the chance of him accepting my invitation will be much higher.’

As Keith Griffith ran through his calculations, the corner of his mouth curled into a faint, sinister smile.

Not only had he done nothing to stop it, but he had also been subtly fanning the flames during the neighbors’ previous complaints.

Initially, when some people with dwindling food supplies came to him, a member of the property management staff, he had immediately deflected the issue.

He constantly emphasized the food shortage and the fact that official rescue had yet to arrive.

He insinuated that if no one risked going out to find supplies, they would all just be waiting to die.

Panic and anxiety fermented quickly in the freezing temperatures.

When someone mentioned Sean Chandler, from Seraphina Sullivan’s place on the 32nd floor...

Keith Griffith had "reminded" them at just the right moment:

"Since he’s a Player, he might have already been registered with the officials. In that case, you could say he’s an ’official’ himself, right? And shouldn’t officials be serving us?"

His words were like a spark in a barrel of oil, instantly igniting the crowd’s smoldering sense of entitlement.

And so, it led to the current scene: an indignant mob blocking the doorway.

Keith Griffith rubbed his stiff, frozen hands and huddled deeper into his coat.

’This damn weather is going to freeze a person to death... No, I have to make plans for myself, too. See if I can become a Player. I’ve heard the Doomsday Game is dangerous, but with an Ability, maybe I can save my own skin.’

Just as he was thinking this...

CREAK.

The tightly shut, reinforced security door to Seraphina Sullivan’s apartment swung open!

Sean Chandler’s tall figure appeared in the doorway. His face was as dark as storm clouds as his gaze swept over the faces outside—some agitated, some greedy, some guilty.

He didn’t release his Werewolf Form, but the murderous aura, forged through countless life-and-death struggles, still silenced the clamoring crowd in an instant. Many subconsciously took half a step back.

Then, everyone heard him speak.

"Do you all think that just because I’m a Player registered with the officials, I have an obligation and a responsibility to follow your orders and serve you?"

Sean Chandler’s voice wasn’t loud, yet it carried an oppressive weight.

It was colder than the wind and snow outside, chilling them to the core.

"If so, you are dead wrong!"

The intangible pressure radiating from Sean Chandler suddenly intensified. The neighbors at the door felt their breath catch, as if targeted by a dangerous beast, and their faces turned pale.

Seeing that the atmosphere was about to freeze over completely, possibly even escalating into a conflict...

Keith Griffith, hiding in the back, knew it was time for him, the "peacemaker," to make his entrance.

He quickly squeezed out of the crowd, his face plastered with a seemingly sincere smile as he tried to smooth things over.

VERIFYCAPTCHA_LABELVerify