Infinite Disasters: I Hoarded My Way to Godhood novel Chapter 37

Chapter 37: Chapter 37: Instance: The Insect Frenzy

Miss Webb meant well, but Seraphina Sullivan didn’t actually need to go shopping.

After accumulating supplies over two dungeons, her personal Space was stocked well enough to last a very long time.

But Seraphina knew that in times like these, staying cooped up indefinitely would only attract suspicion.

"Miss Webb, just a moment. I’ll change and be right out," Seraphina replied with a smile, turning back into her room to get ready.

She slipped on a waterproof raincoat and, before heading out, deliberately stuffed a few empty bags into her backpack to look like she was going on a major grocery run.

When they reached the supermarket, however, the scene that greeted them still took Seraphina by surprise.

The line was several times longer than the last time she’d been here. A dense, dark mass of people snaked for dozens of meters in the rain.

Anxiety was etched on everyone’s faces, and the sounds of pushing, shoving, and arguing were incessant.

"Why are there so many people..." Miss Webb said, clutching her shopping bag worriedly.

The sky was terrifyingly gloomy. Though the rain wasn’t too heavy, the relentless downpour had already caused significant flooding in the city’s low-lying areas.

Seraphina mentally cursed the city’s drainage system. ’It’s a total disaster. Every year they tear up the same roads to "fix" them, then tear them up again. Who knows what they’re even doing.’

Seraphina was secretly grateful her neighborhood was on higher ground and hadn’t flooded yet. But watching the water levels rise on the street, she knew that wouldn’t last long.

During the two-hour wait in line, Seraphina noticed a few anomalies.

The supermarket now had fully-armed guards at the entrance.

And everyone’s purchases were being much more strictly limited.

"The world really has changed..." Seraphina murmured, deliberately buying only some daily necessities and snacks to play the part of an ordinary, unprepared citizen.

As she was checking out, the hairs on the back of Seraphina’s neck suddenly stood on end. A chill, like she was being watched by a predator, crept up her spine.

She fought the urge to turn around immediately, instead using the moment she was speaking with Miss Webb to feign a casual glance around.

Her [Eye of Resume] instantly locked onto a tall man standing in a corner of the supermarket.

The man wore a baseball cap, and beneath its brim, his eyes glinted with an eerie green light in the dim store.

[Name: Sean Chandler]

[Gender: Male]

[Professional Skills: Talent·Beastification: Can switch between Werewolf and Wolf Form. Possesses extremely high Recovery Power and Power.]

[Weaknesses: Extreme aversion to spiciness.]

’A Player?’ Seraphina’s heart clenched, and her fingers tightened unconsciously around her shopping bag.

’I’m sure I don’t know him, and I’ve never exposed my status as a Player. So why... why is he targeting me?’

In a flash, she thought of the only person she’d made an enemy of: Corinne Joyce.

’This must be the "helper" Corinne Joyce found to deal with me!’

’She just won’t give up...’ Seraphina sneered inwardly, but her expression remained neutral.

She noticed Sean Chandler was just watching from a distance, showing no intention of making a move just yet.

’Looks like he’s waiting for the right opportunity to take me down.’

Seraphina had no intention of giving him one. The supermarket wasn’t far from her home, and she left with Miss Webb and a crowd of other people.

And Sean Chandler didn’t dare make a move in front of such a large crowd.

Seraphina made it home safely.

’This won’t do. I can’t be on guard against his attack forever. A thief can try for a thousand days, but a defender can’t stand guard for a thousand days.’

Seraphina considered how she might get rid of him.

’But there’s no time now.’

She glanced at the countdown timer for the next dungeon.

’I’ll deal with Sean Chandler and Corinne Joyce after I get back,’ Seraphina decided.

She changed her clothes.

Suddenly, the familiar, mechanical voice rang out in her mind:

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