Infinite Disasters: I Hoarded My Way to Godhood novel Chapter 43

Chapter 43: Chapter 43: Insect Tide

Seraphina Sullivan moved like a flash of lightning.

Faced with the tough vines that even Cheryl Chase’s incomparably sharp Mantis Scythe struggled to sever, she simply parted her lips and exhaled a wisp of pale blue mist carrying a strange, cool fragrance.

The fragrant mist precisely enveloped the giant, frantically writhing bud of the Decaying Flower and the ensnared Vivi.

Instantly, it was as if someone had pressed pause on the frenzied Decaying Flower.

The menacingly waving vines stopped their thrashing, the bud filled with Sharp Teeth ceased its opening and closing, and even the nauseatingly sweet, putrid stench seemed to congeal in the air.

Its massive body went limp and drooped, falling into a strange, deep slumber. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

Vivi, who was tangled in the vines, also stopped struggling. His breathing became steady and deep as he fell completely unconscious.

And because of this slumber, the vines, which had been as tight as steel, finally loosened their grip.

"Vivi!" Cheryl Chase cried out. Ignoring her shock at Seraphina Sullivan’s incredible Ability, she lunged forward and snatched the boy back.

She checked for Vivi’s breath and felt a steady rhythm, letting her breathe a small sigh of relief. But her face was still filled with worry and confusion. "What happened to him?! Why did he pass out!"

"He’s just asleep. My Ability has temporarily quieted both him and the flower. His life isn’t in danger. He’ll wake up in a little while."

Seraphina Sullivan explained quickly, her voice calm, but her eyes scanned her surroundings vigilantly.

In the silent underground passage, the sounds of the fight and the strong scent of the Decaying Flower were like a stone tossed into still water; they were bound to cause a chain reaction.

However, Seraphina Sullivan’s explanation failed to reassure the others.

The two men who had been watching nervously from the side were now looking at Seraphina Sullivan with extreme wariness and naked fear.

"Cheryl! Don’t trust her!" one of them, a man with a scar on his face, pointed a finger at Seraphina Sullivan, his voice sharp with terror.

"She’s definitely an Insect Speaker! She just used that weird ability! Only Insect Speakers have that kind of special control ability, there’s no doubt about it!"

Seraphina Sullivan’s brow furrowed, a sense of helplessness welling up inside her.

Although she had learned some information from Cheryl Chase, she knew that Insect Speakers were monsters who had fused with insect genes and lost their humanity.

’My Sleeping Fragrance is clearly a Skill from my Profession’s Talent, so how did I get labeled an Insect Speaker?’

Cheryl Chase held the unconscious Vivi, looking at Seraphina Sullivan with a complicated expression.

Reason told her that this person was completely different from the Insect Speakers she had seen before, with their chaotic eyes, distorted bodies, and the foul stench of insects.

Seraphina Sullivan’s eyes were clear, her actions were rational, and she had even just saved Vivi.

But... this kind of Special Ability was indeed too much like a characteristic of an Insect Speaker.

She was struggling fiercely inside.

Just then, Seraphina Sullivan’s sharp hearing picked up a dense, scalp-numbing rustling from deep within the passage, as if countless tiny claws were scraping against rock and metal.

The enhanced speed perception granted by her Body Transformation Pills made her exceptionally sensitive to the Aura of danger.

"I don’t think we have time to discuss whether I’m an Insect Speaker or not," Seraphina Sullivan’s voice suddenly turned cold and urgent. She whipped her head around to look into the dark depths of the passage. "The commotion just now attracted more ’things.’ I can feel them. A lot of them, and they’re very fast!"

Her words had barely faded when a red light shone in from outside. A low, droning sound like a surging tide grew from a distance, accompanied by an increasingly clear, cringe-inducing gnawing sound!

Cheryl Chase’s face instantly turned deathly pale. She no longer hesitated, shoving Vivi at the scar-faced man. "Carry him! Let’s go!"

She shot a harsh glare at the other man, who was still frozen in terror. "If you don’t want to die, shut up and follow!"

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