Infinite Disasters: I Hoarded My Way to Godhood novel Chapter 241

Chapter 241: Chapter 241: Blade Scale, Aura Transformation

Targeted by the Lizardman.

Seraphina Sullivan’s thoughts raced as she made an instantaneous judgment.

’Run!’

She didn’t hesitate.

The instant the Lizardman finished speaking, Seraphina spun around.

Facing a Lizardman of unknown strength who was clearly prepared for a hunt, fighting recklessly would be no different from suicide.

’I have to get away from him, now!’

Seraphina pushed her tenfold speed to its absolute limit.

Like an arrow shot from a bow, she plunged deep into the dense forest.

She planned to use the forest for cover and evade the Lizardman’s hunt.

Her movements were sudden and extraordinarily fast, leaving nothing but a swirl of fallen leaves in her wake.

The Lizardman clearly hadn’t expected The Rabbit to react so decisively.

He froze for a second, then licked his lips and let out a low, raspy laugh.

"Heh... So cautious. You didn’t even try to attack."

As he spoke, the scales on his arms and back instantly seemed to grow sharper and more defined.

The scales glinted with a cold, metallic light, like countless tiny, sharp blades.

This was one of his racial Talent Abilities: Blade Scale.

It allowed him to transform his scales into blades for both offense and defense.

If Seraphina had been paralyzed by fear, or had rashly tried to counterattack with her Fierce Kick Skill, the moment her foot touched his scales, it would have been sliced clean off.

"But..."

The Lizardman stared in the direction Seraphina had vanished.

He dropped to all fours, his body low to the ground in a classic predator’s stance.

Then, the powerful muscles in his hind legs exploded with force.

"Even if you run, where can you go? This forest... this is a Hunter’s home turf!"

Before the words even faded, his figure blurred into a green streak, rapidly pursuing the faint Aura and traces Seraphina had left behind.

A frigid killing intent closed in on her.

...

Meanwhile, in another area of the dense forest.

Yana Yates!

The Level 5 Player who had single-handedly orchestrated the forced gathering in the Death Arena.

He was currently looking rather disheveled as he darted between thick trees and tangled vines.

A stark contrast to his usual Weak and Pitiful persona.

His handsome face was now contorted with malice and frustration, completely devoid of its usual pitiable charm.

Even for him, this was his first time entering the Death Arena dungeon.

His original plan had been both vicious and precise.

He had used a rare item, the Connection Card, to target every Player who had survived the Junkheap Ruins dungeon and forcibly dragged them into a new dungeon of his choosing.

He had planned to use his absolute Power to dominate everyone in the dungeon and slowly smoke out the person who had ruined his scheme.

Then, he would torture them to death in the most brutal way imaginable to vent his fury.

However, things rarely go according to plan.

He had painstakingly chosen a dungeon he thought would be easy to control and perfect for a massacre.

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