Infinite Disasters: I Hoarded My Way to Godhood novel Chapter 77

Chapter 77: Chapter 77: The Slaughter Game Begins

The tension between the two Archfiends instantly filled the entire square.

Below, the Hogmen and Roostermen began glaring at each other.

Deep growls and sharp squawks rose and fell in waves.

A bloody "exchange" competition was on the verge of erupting.

And the hearts of all the human temporary workers were in their throats.

They understood that they were the most insignificant Chess Pieces in this conflict, yet also the most likely to be crushed first.

"When gods fight, mortals suffer," Seraphina Sullivan said, looking at the temporary workers on both sides.

"Tell me about it," said Dustin Sullivan.

Of course, the problems between the slaughterhouse higher-ups were their own.

For now, as temporary workers, Seraphina Sullivan and the others needed to prepare for the upcoming slaughtering competition.

Wessuri’s icy gaze swept over all the temporary workers below who belonged to the pork slaughterhouse.

Her beautiful yet frigid voice reached everyone’s ears clearly:

"Next, our pork slaughterhouse will engage in a ’friendly’ exchange competition with the chicken slaughterhouse—a contest of slaughtering efficiency."

She especially emphasized the word "friendly," the corner of her mouth curling into a sarcastic arc.

"The rules are simple: within the allotted three days, whichever side processes more ’standard units’ wins."

She paused, her dark eyes sweeping over those in the crowd whose faces showed a flicker of desire.

She dangled the bait: "And I promise this: for any temporary worker on our side who participates, if we are victorious, some will be promoted to permanent employee status, enjoying better treatment and protection."

The two words, "permanent employee," caused a brilliant light of longing to erupt in the eyes of many of the previously numb and despairing temporary workers!

Promotion to permanent status meant a better chance of survival, of not being casually butchered by the Hogmen in the slaughterhouse.

However, there were also people like Ash, who were terrified of the competition.

They understood that behind the allure of this "promotion" was undoubtedly a near-certain death experience.

Although Wessuri’s tone sounded somewhat "reasonable," her commands were impossible to refuse.

"For the honor of the slaughterhouse, all temporary workers must participate in this competition against the chicken slaughterhouse. Everyone, perform well."

With that one casual sentence, she eliminated any possibility of retreat for anyone.

Hearing "all temporary workers," Ash froze instantly.

’That’s not right... That’s not right at all! This kind of competition usually only picks a few dozen of the most elite temporary workers to participate... Why is everyone being sent this time?!’

Seraphina Sullivan quickly exchanged a look with Dustin Sullivan, who was not far off. Both saw the gravity in the other’s eyes.

’Could this unusual scale be because the intervention of Players like us has inadvertently increased the instance’s difficulty?’

They had no time to ponder it further, as the surrounding Hogman Supervisors had already begun to roughly herd the crowd.

"Move it! What are you dawdling for!"

"Keep up! Anyone who falls behind will be considered to have forfeited and sent directly to the processing workshop!"

The Hogmen and Roostermen escorted their respective human "assets" toward a massive, ancient gate at the far end of the square, which seemed to be made from some kind of black beast bone.

The gate emanated an ominous Aura, its frame carved with distorted runes. Within the gate was a swirling, chaotic, and dim light.

Seraphina Sullivan saw the temporary workers at the front of the line vanish the instant they stepped through the gate, as if they were being devoured.

’It’s a Space Transmission portal!’

They were being teleported in batches to the true competition grounds.

An unknown "arena" destined to be filled with blood and slaughter.

The line moved steadily forward, getting closer and closer to the massive gate.

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