Infinite Disasters: I Hoarded My Way to Godhood novel Chapter 225

Chapter 225: Chapter 225: Information Peddler, Dancing Grass

The Growth Card was perfect for the Power Apple.

As for the Fiery Sunflower, they had Tubbs the Flame Chicken.

The flames from Tubbs provided a steady supply of Flame Energy for the Fiery Sunflower, so there was no rush to use the Growth Card on it.

When Dexter Luther heard there was a chance, he immediately said, "Yes! I have items to trade. I know how this works!"

He leaned in closer.

He explained, "The thing is, I have a few comrades in the official team I’d trust with my life."

"The last dungeon was incredibly dangerous. Our squad only managed to survive thanks to the boost in Power I got from that Power Apple. When they found out where I got my strength, they all got pretty jealous. They asked me to see if I could trade for a few more... and the price is negotiable!"

’A group buy,’ Seraphina Sullivan realized.

She nodded, her tone calm.

"It’s possible. As long as you can offer valuable items or special artifacts in return, my... my boyfriend here does have a few more Power Apples to trade."

Hearing Seraphina Sullivan’s affirmative answer, a brilliant smile instantly bloomed on Dexter Luther’s face.

He nodded repeatedly. "That’s great! You’re a straight shooter, Sullivan! My friends happen to be resting in the safe zone right now. I’ll go tell them and bring their items over to trade in a little while!"

With that, he turned and hurried away, taking advantage of his official position to temporarily leave his post and contact his comrades.

Seraphina Sullivan and Sean Chandler then stepped into the exclusive player trading area, ready to see what treasures they could dig up.

However, to her wry amusement, in the short time she had been talking with Dexter Luther, the Sterling brothers, Forrest and River, had already found a conspicuous spot with astonishing efficiency and... set up a stall!

Forrest Sterling deftly pulled a faded, old blue cloth from his backpack and expertly spread it on the ground.

Then, like a magician, he produced a stack of printed A4 paper.

Each sheet had a bold headline written in thick marker, and they were arranged neatly on the cloth:

[High-Temp Apocalypse Dungeon: Various Quest Clues]

[The Insect Frenzy Dungeon: Info on Different Monsters]

[Subterranean Lair Dungeon: Analysis of Quest Boss Weaknesses]

[Parasite Apocalypse Dungeon: Tips to Avoid Infection]

[...And Other Dungeon Intel]

’The variety was impressive, covering many of the known apocalypse dungeon types.’

Seeing Seraphina Sullivan and Sean Chandler walk over to take a look, Forrest Sterling immediately flashed a professional, enthusiastic smile.

He addressed Sean Chandler, who looked more like the decision-maker. "Chandler, take a look! This is all intel on the apocalypse dungeons that I’ve collected and verified through various channels. Absolutely worth your while!"

"See anything here for dungeons you’ve already run or are about to enter?"

"If you’re interested in the details, we can talk. I’m willing to trade for intel on other dungeons you know about, or even for some practical supplies!"

Seraphina Sullivan watched from the side, silently impressed.

She couldn’t help but tease, "You can do this too? You’re planning on being an intel broker in the apocalypse dungeons, kid?"

Forrest Sterling grinned, a mix of confidence and cunning on his face.

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