Infinite Disasters: I Hoarded My Way to Godhood novel Chapter 62

Chapter 62: Chapter 62: Dealing with Corinne Joyce, Military Discussion

Corinne Joyce was fantasizing about the future.

Howard Quinn had died in a dungeon because of her, after her Substitute Puppet Talent transferred the fatal damage to him.

That’s right—Howard Quinn had also become a Player, only to die in a dungeon.

’That idiot, Howard Quinn... He should have at least lasted through three dungeons before dying.’ Corinne Joyce pursed her lips, thinking of the guy who had taken a fatal wound for her and died miserably in the dungeon.

It was precisely thanks to Howard Quinn’s sacrifice that she had survived this long.

The red wine in the glass gleamed like blood under the light.

Corinne Joyce narrowed her eyes, already scheming about her next target. ’The college student next door? Or that trainer from the gym across the street? I need to find someone easy to Control...’

DING-DONG—

The sudden sound of the doorbell interrupted her thoughts.

Corinne Joyce frowned, put down her wine glass, and walked barefoot to the door.

Through the peephole, she was surprised to see Sean Chandler’s sullen face.

’Tsk, what’s he doing here at this hour...’

Corinne Joyce muttered to herself, but unlocked the door anyway.

In her eyes, she and Sean Chandler were partners.

They were two of a kind, surviving the game only by harming others.

Through the peephole, she saw Sean Chandler standing outside, expressionless.

Although she felt something was off, the thought that he was her most loyal lapdog made Corinne Joyce lower her guard.

"Come in." She opened the door.

She turned and walked toward the living room. "Why are you back so early? Have you taken care of Seraphina Sullivan?"

However, her question was met with silence.

Hearing no reply, Corinne Joyce turned impatiently. "I’m talking to you—"

Her words were cut short.

A hand like an iron clamp suddenly seized her slender neck, lifting her entire body off the ground.

Corinne Joyce’s eyes widened in terror, meeting Sean Chandler’s completely unfamiliar gaze.

His eyes glowed with an eerie red light, and a mechanical smile played on his lips.

"You... What are you doing... Let go..."

She struggled desperately, her legs kicking wildly in the air. Her meticulously manicured nails scratched bloody marks onto Sean Chandler’s face, but he didn’t even flinch.

Corinne Joyce’s pupils contracted violently, reflecting the terrifying transformation happening to Sean Chandler—

His body began to twist and swell, his muscles bulging as if being inflated, ripping his clothes to shreds.

The bones in his face made a sickening "CRACK CRACK" sound as his snout pushed forward, sharp fangs piercing his lips.

In just a few seconds, a Werewolf nearly two meters tall and covered in gray-black fur stood before her!

"[Beastification] Talent...?" Corinne Joyce managed to choke out the words.

Of course, she knew Sean Chandler’s Ability, but she never imagined he would one day use it against her.

As a Werewolf, Sean Chandler’s Power had surged, and he held Corinne Joyce by the neck with one hand as easily as if she were a baby chick.

Sharp claws pierced her delicate skin, and blood flowed down her pale neck, staining her expensive silk nightgown.

"Guh... uh..." Corinne Joyce’s legs kicked futilely in the air. Her meticulously manicured nails couldn’t even leave a scratch on the Werewolf’s thick fur.

Her vision began to blur, and all she could hear was the frantic pounding of her own heart.

What terrified her most was that she had used up all her Substitute Puppets in the last dungeon and hadn’t had time to find new ones.

This meant that if Sean Chandler killed her, this death would be final.

"Sean... Chandler..." She used her last ounce of strength to squeeze out the words, "I’ll... give you money... ten times more..."

The Werewolf bared its bloody maw, revealing a bone-chilling "smile."

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