Infinite Disasters: I Hoarded My Way to Godhood novel Chapter 402

Chapter 402: Chapter 402: The Banquet Begins

Ironhide glanced at the "Jelly Fountain" he had just moved.

Then he looked at the delicate little pastries on the long table.

His gaze began to turn a little dangerous.

He seemed to be pondering how he could replenish some of his own Energy without getting caught.

Seraphina, on the other hand, was impressed by Clayton Quinn’s resourcefulness.

To survive here, you not only had to deal with the obvious dangers and missions, but you also had to know how to take advantage of the environment’s perks.

"Oh, right," Seraphina said as if she had just remembered something, turning to Ironhide. "Where’s Joy Hughes? Why haven’t I seen her? What position is she being evaluated for?"

Ironhide snapped out of his thoughts and replied.

"Oh, Miss Hughes. She’s in the back hall getting ready. She’s a concert pianist!

I never would’ve guessed she had a hidden talent like that."

’A concert pianist?’

Seraphina was lost in thought.

The position suited Joy Hughes’s ethereal and delicate temperament quite well.

’As expected of a Beloved of the God of Sweet Dreams, always able to find a suitable role for herself.’

"The banquet is about to start," Ironhide said, looking at the growing number of strange people at the hall’s entrance, a worried expression on his face.

"What do you guys think," Ironhide began, swallowing the food scraps in his mouth and lowering his voice even more.

His voice was almost a whisper. "When do you think the Nightmare God’s minions will show up? And how? How... are we supposed to deal with them?"

Clayton Quinn slowly shook his head, his brow furrowed deeply, his eyes revealing a rare mix of confusion and gravity.

"This instance... is completely different from the ones we’ve experienced before."

His voice was low, each word seeming to be forced through clenched teeth.

"There’s no overwhelming zombie horde, no clear monster spawn points, no survival countdown with dwindling resources... there isn’t even the sense of urgency that comes with a day-night cycle.

All our past apocalypse survival experience, here," he paused, emphasizing his point.

"seems completely useless.

We don’t even know what the enemy looks like, where they’ll come from, or how they’ll attack. We know nothing."

It was a terrible feeling.

They were like gladiators thrown into an arena blindfolded.

Forced to passively wait for their opponents to appear.

Then, they would have to rely on instinct and limited clues to intercept, fight, and complete the mission.

It seemed the initiative was not in their hands.

"But," Ironhide said, licking the cream from his fingers, trying to dispel the gloom in his heart with a practical upside.

"At least before the banquet officially starts, we can... fill our stomachs first."

As he spoke, he swiftly and stealthily swiped a small cheesecake from the edge of a passing waiter’s tray.

He stuffed the whole thing into his mouth, his cheeks bulging as he mumbled a complaint.

"Ugh, if this stupid instance didn’t restrict the use of spatial items, my dimensional pocket could definitely clear out half the good stuff here!

You have no idea how hard it is to find any normal food outside now..."

He glanced around at the long tables, which were laden with a dazzling array of food.

They were piled high with delicacies that could only be described as a dream in this apocalyptic era.

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