Infinite Disasters: I Hoarded My Way to Godhood novel Chapter 470

Chapter 470: Chapter 470: Matthew Dawson is Injured

In another breeding area not far from Seraphina Sullivan’s RV.

Frederick Fuller was frantically packing things up.

"Hurry, hurry! Grab all that data! The water! Don’t forget the water!"

He was drenched in sweat, barking orders as he loaded boxes onto a vehicle.

Autumn Fuller stood to one side, holding a clipboard and checking a supply list.

Suddenly, she felt a drop of water on her face.

She looked up.

And froze.

In the distance, about a few hundred meters away, snow was actually falling over the breeding area belonging to the Four Seasons Deer.

Snow?

With the extreme heat disaster already here?

She took off her glasses, wiped them, and put them back on, confirming she wasn’t seeing things.

It really was snow.

Fine snowflakes stood out with exceptional clarity against the gray, hazy sky.

And around that uniquely shaped RV, the herd of precious, mutated giant deer was lazing in the curtain of snow, enjoying the rare cool air.

"Sister, look! What’s going on over there?"

Frederick Fuller had also noticed the anomaly. He pointed toward Seraphina Sullivan’s RV, his jaw dropped open. "Why is it snowing over there?!"

Autumn Fuller was silent for two seconds, then pushed up her glasses.

Her tone was complicated. "It must be a Player’s Ability. There are plenty of gifted individuals at the Central Base. It’s nothing to be surprised about."

She paused, then added, "But to be able to precisely Control the local weather to this extent... that’s certainly impressive."

"Stop staring and get back to moving!" she urged. "We need to get to the underground area, quickly. If this temperature keeps rising, we won’t survive without a snow-making RV or an Ability like that."

Despite her words, her gaze couldn’t help but drift back to that snowy oasis.

’That herd of Four Seasons Deer...’

’If only I could study them.’

She sighed, tore her eyes away, and threw herself back into the chaotic move.

Meanwhile, in a lavishly decorated private suite on the upper level of the Central Base’s underground area—a room completely out of place with its surroundings.

Megan Soto was hysterically smashing things.

"Where is he?! Where in the world did my brother go?!"

Her shrill voice pierced through the poorly soundproofed walls, making even the Guards standing watch outside flinch.

The decorations on the coffee table were swept to the floor, expensive porcelain shattering everywhere.

Megan Soto’s face was livid and her eyes were red-rimmed, but it was more from fury than grief—fury that the brother who had always obeyed her every word and acted as her enforcer would dare to disappear for so long without so much as a word!

"Find him! Use every connection you have! Just find him for me!"

She roared at her assistant standing nearby.

The assistant stood there, trembling, hesitating to speak.

Everyone knew Ethan Soto was a troublemaker.

’With so many Players having recently arrived at the base, what if he provoked someone he shouldn’t have and was silenced for it?’

But he didn’t dare say that out loud.

He was afraid if he did, the next thing to be smashed would be his own head.

...

Meanwhile, in a small, cramped dormitory on the middle-lower level of the underground area.

Paul Payne was curled up on his narrow bunk, a worn-out notebook spread open before him. It was densely packed with the information he had risked his life to collect over this period.

Connor Webb’s patterns of activity.

The backgrounds and conditions of the "wives" surrounding Connor Webb.

The time and place of a private meeting between Connor Webb and a mid-level cadre from "The Resource Faction."

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