Infinite Disasters: I Hoarded My Way to Godhood novel Chapter 382

Chapter 382: Chapter 382: Night of the Full Moon, Mysterious Little Shop

Wesley Moore felt a headache coming on as he listened to Justin Brooks.

He asked, "How is your mother doing?"

"Not great. She’s coughing, has a bit of a fever. She took some medicine."

Justin Brooks said gravely, "Officer Moore, the situation is more serious than we anticipated.

It’s not just that a lot of people are getting sick. The key is... we’re short on medicine, and even more short on people who can treat illnesses."

Wesley Moore rubbed the bridge of his nose, a hint of hope in his weary expression.

"Yeah... I was thinking.

We have so many Players on our team, with all sorts of Talent Abilities. Could it be... that someone has an Ability that can directly treat diseases?

Or at least an Ability that can suppress germs or boost immunity?

Like how Seraphina Sullivan can treat external injuries?"

He looked at Justin Brooks.

"Justin, you’re one of the leaders of the Player team, so you know everyone’s Abilities pretty well.

Have you heard of anyone with that kind of Ability?

Or is it possible that some Abilities that seem to be for combat or support could, with some development, also have the Effect of treating illnesses?"

Hearing this, Justin Brooks also began to quickly recall and sift through the Player information he knew.

’There are those who can provide Healing for external injuries; Seraphina Sullivan is one of them.

But an Ability that directly targets "illness" itself... I don’t think I’ve ever heard of one.’

After the apocalypse began, natural disasters and monsters were the main threats.

Illness, on the other hand, had become less prominent for a time due to the drastic environmental changes and the enhancement of Players’ physiques.

Now, however, this overlooked problem had become a fatal weakness that could bring down the entire convoy.

"I’ll go ask around and conduct a thorough check immediately," Justin Brooks said solemnly.

"At the same time, please have the logistics and medical teams collect any plants and materials with potential medicinal value, and strictly control the sanitation of our water and food supplies, Officer Moore.

If we tackle this from both sides, hopefully we can find a solution."

The night deepened, and the campfires flickered in and out of existence across the wasteland.

The sounds of coughing and suppressed moans drifted through the air, casting another heavy shadow over their already arduous journey.

...

"This problem is getting more and more serious..."

Dexter Luther said, unable to stop himself from covering his mouth and coughing a few times.

His face flushed from the effort.

He rubbed his itchy throat.

His expression was glum. "I thought becoming a Player meant my body would be tough as iron, immune to all poisons.

Turns out, I can still get sick."

A few other Players sitting around the campfire nodded in agreement, their faces showing their helplessness.

Although their physical attributes had improved, they hadn’t reached a transcendent level.

Some of them had combat-oriented Talents, but they seemed to lack any effective resistance to this kind of "internal erosion" from disease.

The exhaustion from the continuous travel, the poor sanitary conditions, and the germs filling the air had caused many Players to fall ill.

Seraphina Sullivan sat by the campfire, a stick in her hand, unconsciously poking at the flames as sparks crackled and popped.

Looking at the weary faces of the others illuminated by the firelight, she murmured, "It seems that even with the natural disasters on a temporary break, we’re a long way from being able to relax."

The challenge of survival was never just about facing external monsters and disasters; internal collapse was just as deadly.

"ACHOO—!"

Dexter Luther let out a huge sneeze.

His body shivered involuntarily, and he pulled his thin clothes tighter around himself.

"Hiss... why does it feel so cold all of a sudden? The temperature’s clearly risen, and we even have a campfire going here..."

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