Infinite Disasters: I Hoarded My Way to Godhood novel Chapter 381

Chapter 381: Chapter 381: Rising Temperatures, Increasing Patients

Flora’s actions were a complete reversal of her usual quiet self!

Dexter Luther’s jaw dropped in astonishment.

It took him a long moment to finally mumble,

"Sullivan... I believe you now. Flora is absolutely your daughter... This approach is just like yours... Uh, unconventional."

The surrounding Players and soldiers all nodded in agreement.

The way they looked at Seraphina and Flora Sullivan was a mixture of awe and an indescribable, peculiar feeling.

They realized that solving a problem didn’t always have to be a life-or-death struggle.

It could also be done like this... through simple, crude "persuasion."

Crystal Lynn stared, her eyes wide and unblinking.

Her cheeks flushed faintly, partly from shame over her own reckless attempt earlier.

But it was also flushed with a deep envy for Flora Sullivan’s powerful and bizarre Power.

In the end, the communication problem that Crystal Lynn had failed to solve despite racking her brain was perfectly resolved by Flora Sullivan’s session of "reasoning with the deer."

Although the Four Seasons Deer Alpha’s eyes still held a look of defiance and indignation after being set down,

under Flora Sullivan’s calm yet latently threatening gaze,

and, of course, the predatory stares of the humans all around,

it finally lowered its proud head and let out a low call of submission.

With their alpha "persuaded,"

the surrounding Deer Herd gradually ceased their agitation.

They gathered together uneasily, watching the humans warily, but did not attack again.

Under the guidance of Justin Brooks’s team and the "supervision" of Flora Sullivan,

these massive Four Seasons Deer were eventually "conscripted" to aid the migrating convoy.

Flora Sullivan, in turn, promised to grant the deer sanctuary.

Of course, these arrangements were left to Justin Brooks and his team, who managed the convoy.

The Four Seasons Deer docilely allowed the humans to place supplies, as well as the elderly, the weak, women, and children, on their backs.

This greatly lightened the convoy’s load and increased its travel speed.

As for the exceptionally intelligent Stag King that possessed the [Four Seasons] Talent, it naturally became Flora Sullivan’s exclusive mount.

Though it didn’t seem particularly willing, it could only resign itself to its fate under Flora Sullivan’s occasional "caresses."

The tense standoff triggered by the Four Seasons Deer thus came to a dramatic close, thanks to Flora Sullivan "reasoning with the deer."

The convoy not only defused the crisis but also unexpectedly acquired a powerful "animal transport corps."

Their travel speed and carrying capacity were both significantly enhanced.

The convoy set off once more, continuing its advance toward the Central Base.

Several days slipped by, marked by bumpy roads, constant vigilance, and occasional minor troubles.

The sky remained clear—a rarity in the apocalypse—and the temperature was pleasant, almost as if it were a normal season from before the cataclysm.

But an undercurrent of turmoil churned beneath the surface of this calm.

As dusk fell, painting the sky in shades of dark red and deep purple, Wesley Moore, the man in charge of the convoy’s itinerary, gave the order:

"Everyone, listen up! Halt the advance! We’re making camp here for the night!"

The command was quickly relayed via vehicle radios and runners.

The long convoy slowly came to a halt.

People began to disembark.

They set up makeshift tents, lit campfires, and prepared simple meals.

They also seized the chance to stretch their stiff limbs.

"Traveling at night is too risky,"

Wesley Moore explained to Justin Brooks and the others beside him.

"Visibility is poor, it’s easy to get lost, and we’re more likely to be attacked by things lurking in the dark.

We’ve run into noticeably more trouble at night than during the day these past few days."

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