Infinite Disasters: I Hoarded My Way to Godhood novel Chapter 480

Chapter 480: Chapter 480: Three Parties, Simon Lewis

From another direction, a lean man pushed through the crowd with several people in tow.

He wore a tight-fitting combat suit, a row of Flying Knives tucked into his belt. He exuded a cold, forbidding Aura, warning others to keep their distance.

Simon Lewis—second-in-command of the Hound team, known for his speed and assassination skills.

"That’s strange. You used to always see Simon Lewis and Dylan Kane running Hound together. Now it’s just Simon Lewis."

Then, a third figure appeared.

A woman.

She was tall and statuesque, clad in a tight black leather suit. With long hair cascading over her shoulders, her features were as icily beautiful as a supermodel’s on a magazine cover.

But her eyes held a glint so sharp it dared anyone to meet her gaze.

Sunny Sinclair—captain of the Night Owl Squad, a ruthless figure rumored to never leave anyone alive.

Three people, from three different directions, converged on Connor Webb’s stall at almost the exact same time.

The surrounding crowd fell silent in an instant, parting automatically to clear a path.

Seraphina Sullivan, cradling her black cat, stood at the edge of the crowd and watched the scene unfold with keen interest.

"Looks like the base’s most famous Players have all shown up," she murmured.

Sean Chandler shifted in her arms. His amber eyes fixed on the newcomers as he offered a rare, multi-word observation. "That Eugene Jensen has a strong defense. The woman is dangerous."

Seraphina Sullivan nodded.

’Looks like I’m not the only one who sees Connor Webb as a juicy target.’

’Interesting.’

Seraphina Sullivan’s gaze swept over the three "big shots" as countless schemes began to churn in her mind.

Ironwall, Hound, and the Night Owl Squad—the three most famous Player organizations in the Central Base.

’She’d already gotten most of the dirt on all three groups from that unlucky fool, Dylan Kane.’

’Ironwall’s strategy was direct confrontation; they had strength in numbers and formidable defenses.’

’The Night Owl Squad was secretive, specializing in dirty work like assassinations and intelligence gathering.’

’And as for Hound...’

Her gaze fell on the lean, cold-looking man.

Simon Lewis, Hound’s second-in-command.

’And the true power behind Hound.’

’And Dylan Kane, who *was* Hound’s second-in-command, was the very "blade" she had personally taken Control of. She’d sent him to kill Ethan Soto, then forced him to end his own life.’ 𝙛𝑟𝗲𝕖𝗐𝓮𝔟𝔫𝑜𝖛𝗲𝓵.𝗰𝗼𝗆

At this thought, the corners of Seraphina Sullivan’s lips curved into a faint smile.

’Dylan Kane’s disappearance was her doing.’

’But if she played her cards right, she could easily pin the blame on someone else.’

’Someone like... Connor Webb.’

’Or... Shawn Gardner.’

’After all, before Dylan Kane disappeared, he was working for Megan Soto.’

’And she just so happens to be Shawn Gardner’s wife and Ethan Soto’s older sister.’

’All she had to do was start a little rumor that Dylan Kane’s disappearance was tied to Connor Webb, or perhaps to some of Shawn Gardner’s shady business dealings...’

’I’m so wicked,’ Seraphina Sullivan thought with gleeful satisfaction. ’The God of Conspiracy should give me an award.’

Somewhere in the great unseen, a certain unknown entity seemed to sneeze.

--God of Conspiracy: ???

--God of Cuisine: Is my own Beloved lusting after another Divine? Are my rewards not good enough?

Of course, Seraphina Sullivan was completely unaware of this secret exchange between the Divine.

All she knew was that her plan was viable.

Killing with a borrowed blade—and she was about to borrow three of the sharpest ones.

...

Meanwhile, the atmosphere in front of Connor Webb’s stall had grown tense.

Eugene Jensen, shouldering his enormous Shield, took a step forward. The ground trembled slightly under his weight.

He stared at the[Enslavement Chain]before Connor Webb and said in a booming voice, "I’m taking this."

Simon Lewis sneered, his fingers lightly caressing the Flying Knives at his waist. "Eugene Jensen, doesn’t Ironwall have enough members already? Must you fight us for this?"

"The spoils go to the highest bidder," Eugene Jensen retorted, not yielding an inch. "If you want it, make an offer."

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