Infinite Disasters: I Hoarded My Way to Godhood novel Chapter 475

Chapter 475: Chapter 475: Counterattack, Make a Move

A slight smile touched Seraphina Sullivan’s lips, but it was cold, no matter how you looked at it.

"Well, now," she said softly. "Looks like everyone we’ve offended has decided to show up."

She addressed Forrest Sterling, "Thanks, Forrest. The intel came right on time. I understand."

Forrest Sterling’s voice drifted from the Energy White Dove:

"Sullivan, I got you the information in advance, but that’s all the help I can offer. You need to be careful."

"This is more than enough."

Seraphina Sullivan’s tone softened slightly.

"You stay put in the base, too. Don’t get caught sending me messages. Next time we meet, I’ll bring you some supplies."

There was a moment of silence from Forrest Sterling’s end, followed by a soft chuckle. "In that case, I won’t be shy."

As his voice faded, the Energy White Dove quivered slightly, then dissipated into motes of light that vanished into the air.

Inside the RV, all eyes fell on Seraphina Sullivan.

Dexter Luther opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but he didn’t know what.

Crystal Lynn clenched her fists. Matthew Dawson leaned in a corner, his face still pale, but his eyes also betrayed his worry.

Paul Payne, however, stared intently at Seraphina Sullivan, as if waiting for an answer.

Sean Chandler was the first to speak. His voice was as calm as ever, yet it held a sharp edge that only surfaced when facing a true battle:

"What’s the plan?"

Seraphina Sullivan leaned back in her seat, her gaze sweeping over everyone present.

Then she smiled.

It wasn’t a flashy smile, but it inexplicably put everyone at ease.

"We fight back, of course."

She paused, her gaze drifting past the window to the darkness outside, a world shrouded in extreme heat.

"But we can’t be too conspicuous about it."

...

「The next day, at dusk.」

On the first night after the extreme temperature disaster struck, the temperature finally dropped a fraction from its terrifying daytime peak.

Although it was still suffocatingly hot and humid, humans could at least move about on the surface with some difficulty.

The management of the Central Base held an emergency meeting and came to a decision.

Starting tonight, the gates to the underground area would only be opened at night, allowing survivors and essential personnel to briefly return to the surface for construction work.

That’s right, work.

In the apocalypse, no one could afford to just lie down and do nothing.

No matter how large the Central Base was or how many resources it had, it couldn’t feed this many mouths.

The underground area was just a shelter, not a permanent home.

To truly survive, they had to build.

Repairing surface facilities, creating new farming areas, clearing rubble, searching for usable supplies...

Everything depended on manpower.

At that moment, at the main entrance connecting the underground area to the surface, the heavy alloy doors slowly opened with a mechanical roar.

Team after team of workers in protective suits and simple cooling gear filed out to begin another round of nighttime labor.

A few soldiers guarding the gate stood by the side, chatting idly.

The night shift was always boring, especially in this extreme weather. All they could do was stand here, watch people come and go, and occasionally exchange a few words of gossip in low voices.

"Hey, have you guys heard?"

A young soldier lowered his voice and leaned in conspiratorially.

"That punk, Ethan Soto, is dead!"

Hearing this, the eyes of several veteran soldiers nearby lit up.

"For real?"

A stubble-faced man asked, his tone clearly gloating.

"That bastard is finally dead?"

If we could grow that stuff, we wouldn’t have to choke down nutrient paste every day!" 𝐟𝚛𝖊𝓮𝔀ⅇ𝑏𝐧𝔬𝓋ℯ𝚕.𝖼𝚘𝓶

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