Infinite Disasters: I Hoarded My Way to Godhood novel Chapter 69

Chapter 69: Chapter 69: Teaming Up, the Truth of the Outside World

Before Seraphina Sullivan could process her thoughts, Evander Hogan roughly shoved the group forward.

They were brought before a massive metal door. "Slaughter and Processing Area" was crudely scrawled across it in dark red paint.

Evander Hogan knocked on the door with the handle of his cleaver—KNOCK KNOCK. The sound of metal on metal echoed down the hallway.

The door slowly opened, and an even thicker stench of blood washed over them, mixed with the distinct sour smell of rotting flesh.

Seraphina Sullivan’s stomach churned, but she clenched her jaw and forced herself to remain expressionless.

Appearing in the doorway was another Hogman.

It was a good half-body taller than Evander Hogan, and its massive gut nearly burst through a grease-stained butcher’s apron.

Its tusks were an unhealthy yellow-brown, with scraps of shredded meat still clinging to them.

"Alaric Hogan, the new batch of temps is here," Evander Hogan said, his tone now considerably more respectful.

"The quality’s not bad. Be careful how you assign them, and don’t burn through them too fast. There might be a few in there who could become permanent workers."

He lowered his voice, but with a Hogman’s vocal cords, this so-called "lowering" was still perfectly audible.

"It’s getting harder and harder to catch these people from the outside world. Supply is tight. And Wessuri doesn’t want our slaughterhouse falling too far behind."

Alaric Hogan gave a nonchalant grunt, gnawing on a chunk of stark-white thigh meat he held in his thick hand.

Seraphina Sullivan forced herself to look away, trying not to think about where that piece of meat had come from.

"Evander, the consumption rate isn’t something I can control," Alaric Hogan complained, his voice a muffled rumble that seemed squeezed from his chest cavity. "Some of these temps just don’t listen. What am I supposed to do?"

As he spoke, a cruel glint flashed in his small eyes. He deliberately raised his voice, clearly intending for all the "temps" to hear, "The disobedient ones get sent straight to the processing line!"

Evander Hogan waved his hand impatiently. "Fine, fine, just get them to work. Lord Wessuri just issued a direct order: our output this time must surpass the broiler chicken slaughterhouse next door!"

Alaric Hogan visibly faltered at the mention of the "broiler chicken slaughterhouse."

At the thought of Lord Wessuri’s Spirit Whip, his body visibly flinched.

He turned and bellowed into the room, "Kieran! Get the new temps a set of tools each and assign them to their workstations!

Another Hogman emerged from the shadows.

He was smaller and thinner than the other two, and wore a pair of cracked glasses, giving him the look of an office worker.

But Seraphina Sullivan noticed a human finger bone sticking out of his apron pocket.

"Follow me."

Kieran Hogan’s shrill voice echoed down the blood-drenched hallway.

Seraphina Sullivan, Lily Underwood, and the others followed in silence, their footsteps creating a dull rhythm on the metal floor.

Along the way, Seraphina Sullivan noticed Lily Underwood and Harvey Fletcher looking for a chance to escape, but in the end, they never made a move.

After seeing Harvey Fletcher’s earlier attempt, they all knew the Hogmen here were formidable.

They didn’t dare to act rashly.

The hallway was lined with rows of rust-spotted iron doors, each marked with a number in fluorescent paint.

Kieran Hogan pointed a blood-caked claw at a few of the doors. "These are your slaughtering rooms. You’ll work in pairs. Once you’re inside, the electronic screen on the wall will display today’s quota—"

He suddenly spun around, his small eyes glinting maliciously behind his cracked lenses. "You only get to rest after you’ve met your quota."

Seraphina Sullivan and the other Players quickly exchanged glances.

’Teaming up with Lily Underwood and her group would certainly be safer. After all, they were all experienced Players.’

’But that wasn’t what she wanted. What she wanted was intelligence on this instance. The secrets of this slaughterhouse. The truth about the world outside. She wanted answers about the Disaster Game itself, because Seraphina had already noticed that this Level 2 Animal Slaughterhouse was different from the apocalyptic instances she had entered before.’

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