Infinite Disasters: I Hoarded My Way to Godhood novel Chapter 240

Chapter 240: Chapter 240: Faction Selection, The Rabbit

The parade advanced slowly amidst a deafening uproar.

The gazes cast down from the stands were a mixture of curiosity, contempt, and undisguised bloodlust.

"Wow! You guys, look! There’s actually someone that weak among the Tributes?"

"Look at her—so small and skinny, with such a pale face. You think she’ll be scared to death before she even chooses a faction?"

A shrill voice from a nearby stand carried clearly to Seraphina Sullivan’s ears.

’Clearly, they were talking about her.’

"Hahaha, that’s very possible! When the betting starts, I’m definitely not putting my chips on such a weakling. It’s a total waste of money!"

Another coarse, grating voice chimed in, filled with mockery.

"I still prefer those hulking brutes with knotted muscles and fierce faces, or those monstrosities that you can tell at a glance are bad news! When they start slaughtering each other, now *that’s* what I call a visual Effect. It’s bloody enough, and exciting enough!"

"Yeah! You’re right!"

Seraphina Sullivan lowered her eyelids, listening to the shameless conversation.

She felt less like a person and more like an item on a shelf, being judged and scrutinized by everyone.

At the same time, the giant holographic screen in the sky kept switching camera angles, zooming in on the terrified, ferocious, or numb faces of the Tributes, sparking fresh waves of cheers and boos from the audience.

This humiliating parade didn’t last long.

After circling the arena once, all the cage-carts stopped in the center of the field and realigned into a large square formation.

On the screen high above, the image of the old man in fine robes appeared once again.

"My esteemed audience! The parade is over, and the passion is about to ignite! The Slaughter Game... now officially begins!"

The old man spread his arms, his voice full of incitement.

"First, would our Tributes please choose their faction identity cards! This will decide their starting role in this game. Will they become a pursuing Hunter, or an animal struggling for survival!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Seraphina Sullivan saw the man with the whip from before walk quickly to the front of her cage.

In his hand were two cards with pitch-black backs, one marked with a crimson rune depicting a "beast’s claw" and the other a "hunter’s bow."

"Pick one at random!"

The man held the cards up to the bars, his tone hurried.

"Whatever you draw, that’s your faction. Remember, the rules forbid Tributes of the same faction from killing each other!"

He seemed to remember Seraphina Sullivan’s supposed "amnesia," and quickly added a few core rules in a low voice:

"Two factions, [Animal] and [Hunter]!"

"Draw the animal card, and it will directly grant you a Special Ability corresponding to that animal. What you get specifically depends on your luck."

"Draw the Hunter Card, and you won’t have any extra abilities yourself, but every time you kill an opposing Tribute, you can randomly plunder an Ability from them! The more you kill, the stronger you get!"

A glint flashed in Seraphina Sullivan’s eyes after hearing the man’s explanation.

’Plundering Abilities!’

’The Effect of this Hunter faction sounds extremely powerful, with astonishing growth potential!’

’It’s a faction born for slaughter!’

"Don’t dawdle, pick one!" the man urged.

Seraphina Sullivan suppressed her preference, knowing the choice wasn’t really in her hands.

She took a deep breath, reached out, and seemingly at random, drew a card.

When she flipped the card over, the image on its face was revealed.

It was a simple line drawing of a rabbit with its ears pricked up.

"Animal faction, Rabbit."

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