Infinite Disasters: I Hoarded My Way to Godhood novel Chapter 368

Chapter 368: Chapter 368: The Final Slaughter, Descent of Divine Thought

"Slaughter, there’s no need to drag this out any longer.

Go ahead and activate the final frenzy mode of your Death Arena.

Throw all the remaining Players in, whether they’re regular Players or Divine Favored!

Set a time limit... just one hour!

Let them engage in one last, unrestricted slaughter inside!

The last one standing is the winner!

This will also be a perfect opportunity for us to see whose Beloved is the truly superior asset!"

The God of Viruses let out a low, inscrutable laugh.

The silhouette of the God of Assassination remained silent but offered no objection.

The God of Slaughter was silent for a moment.

He knew this was the fastest, most direct way to conclude things.

Continuing with the previous "free-range" model would introduce too many variables and could easily attract the interference of other Divine.

"...Hmph. I suppose this is the only way."

The God of Slaughter finally agreed, and the dark red vortex began to spin faster.

He began to draw upon His very essence, weaving a purer set of rules for slaughter and competition.

He prepared to forcibly overlay them onto parts of the instance below.

Just then, the Fiend God added another comment, his tone dripping with undisguised malice.

"However, that woman with the gun... I want her dead, no matter what!

She humiliated me so thoroughly in front of all of you!

I’m going to personally... split off a tiny projection of my Divine Thought to ’look after’ her!"

At these words, even the God of Viruses paused.

"Have you no shame?"

The God of Viruses’s voice was filled with blatant ridicule.

"You’re a God! Intervening personally against a Beloved? Have you no sense of decency left?"

The silhouette of the God of Slaughter also shot him a cold glance.

The Fiend God, however, was unfazed. In fact, he seemed almost deranged.

"Decency? My Beloved was nearly killed! I’ve already lost all face!

I only care about the result!

If, even after this... I still can’t deal with her, and instead get hurt by that bizarre Ability of hers, or even... Hmph, then so be it. You can laugh at me all you want!" 𝓯𝑟𝕖𝗲𝒘ℯ𝗯𝔫𝗼𝖛𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝐨𝓂

He was dead set on erasing Seraphina Sullivan, this "stain" on his reputation.

"...Fine."

The God of Slaughter did not object in the end, only stating coldly,

"Do as you wish. But remember, this is just a part of the game. If you trigger an uncontrollable chain reaction... you’ll bear the consequences alone."

...

Down below, Seraphina Sullivan and the others had just been transported to a strange Subspace and hadn’t yet had time to figure out the situation when that manic, mocking "system notification" rang out in their minds again.

But this time, the voice seemed to carry a new trace of... impatience and final madness.

[Oh, my~ Dearest Players! The game is getting so heated! So many little ones have already left the stage early!]

[So~ the great game master has decided to change the rules on the fly! It’s time to bring this banquet to its final climax!]

[From now on, you no longer need to hide and scramble, desperately searching for prey! You will all be transported to a specially prepared ultimate stage!]

[All you have to do there is... fight, slaughter, and survive! The time limit is one hour!]

[Even if you don’t want to fight and just want to cower in a corner and watch the show?]

[Heh heh, you can do that too~ As long as you’ve got the skills to survive under someone else’s blade and avoid being eliminated by the stage’s own rules!]

[So... enjoy this final carnival! I wish you all... a fun time! HEE HEE HEE HEE—!!!]

The shrill, maniacal laughter cut off abruptly.

「Meanwhile.」

Seraphina Sullivan felt the ground disappear beneath her feet as that familiar, nauseating sensation of Space Transmission washed over her once more!

Light warped, and the world spun around her.

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