Infinite Disasters: I Hoarded My Way to Godhood novel Chapter 483

Chapter 483: Chapter 483: Death and Departure

In response to her concern, Seraphina Sullivan glanced over, her smile unchanged.

"Don’t worry," she said. "Not anymore."

She didn’t explain why.

Because by now, Connor Webb would probably never get the chance to see anyone ever again.

...

「The Trade District.」

Connor Webb lay on the ground, his face a bloody mess, yet he still wore that repulsive, arrogant smirk.

Simon Lewis stood before him, a short sword in hand, its tip pointed at the center of his forehead.

"You don’t really think you can kill me, do you?"

Connor Webb grinned, baring his blood-stained teeth.

"I have plenty of lives. Kill me once, and one of my wives dies.

Kill me ten times, and ten of my wives die.

I’ve got wives to spare. Can you kill them all?"

Hearing this, the faces of the people around them changed.

’What kind of twisted Ability is that?’

Simon Lewis’s face was blank, his eyes vacant.

The next second—

The sword in his hand plunged directly into the center of Connor Webb’s forehead!

"SQUELCH!"

The short sword ran straight through his skull, the tip bursting out from the back of his head!

Connor Webb’s smile froze on his face.

Then, he waited for the familiar "pain transfer" to occur, waited for his wounds to vanish, waited to get back up and mock this madman.

But—

Nothing.

Absolutely nothing.

The searing pain of his skull being split apart exploded within him, horrifyingly real!

His body began to twitch, his limbs convulsing. The Aura of his life poured out of him like a flood from a broken dam!

"Th-This... How is this possible?!"

Connor Webb’s eyes bulged, almost bursting from their sockets. "My Harem! My scapegoats! Why... Why didn’t it work?!"

No one answered him.

Simon Lewis expressionlessly withdrew the short sword.

Connor Webb’s corpse fell rigidly to the ground, twitched a few times, and then moved no more.

The area fell deathly silent.

Everyone stared blankly at the scene, unable to believe their eyes.

’The infamous Connor Webb, who ran rampant through the base with his dozen or so lives... was dead? Just like that?’

’Was it really that simple?’

Simon Lewis stood in place, looking down at the short sword in his hand. Deep within his pupils, a hint of pink light slowly faded away.

Then he lifted his head and looked around in a daze.

"I... What did I just do?"

But everyone was captivated by Connor Webb’s death, and no one noticed the black figure that quickly darted across his stall.

A cat snatched up all three item cards.

...

Meanwhile, Seraphina Sullivan strolled out of the main gate of the underground area, her steps light as she cradled a cat in her arms.

Behind her, the chaos was just beginning.

She didn’t look back.

Dexter Luther, Crystal Lynn, Freya Lynn, Matthew Dawson, Paul Payne, and Flora Sullivan were already waiting for her in the cultivation zone.

"You’re finally back!" Crystal Lynn ran over, grabbing her hand and looking her over from top to bottom. "Are you okay? Are you hurt?"

"I’m fine," Seraphina Sullivan smiled. "It’s all over."

Dexter Luther breathed a sigh of relief, then immediately frowned. "So, what’s next..."

"Get ready to leave," Seraphina Sullivan said. "We’re going now."

No one objected.

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