Infinite Disasters: I Hoarded My Way to Godhood novel Chapter 86

Chapter 86: Chapter 86: One Shot, Headshot

Seeing how unyielding and arrogant Harvey Fletcher was, everyone present understood that a vicious fight was now unavoidable.

Their opponents’ combination of abilities was simply too bizarre and difficult to handle.

The longsword in Dustin Sullivan’s hand trembled slightly, as if sensing its master’s will to fight. It began to emit a faint glow, ready to change form and deliver a fatal blow at any moment.

Seraphina Sullivan, meanwhile, quickly used her `Eye of Resume` to scan the two other unfamiliar Players standing beside Harvey Fletcher and Henry Jennings.

[Name: Tom Parker]

[Gender: Male]

[Professional Skills and Talents: Blood-based Tracking: Can accurately locate a target’s position within a certain range using a previously contacted blood sample.]

[Weaknesses: Fear of poverty]

[Name: Wendy Lewis]

[Gender: Female]

[Professional Skills and Talents: Hair Entanglement: Can control her own hair to grow infinitely, making it as tough as steel wire for binding and cutting.]

[Weaknesses: Trypophobia]

Seeing Tom Parker’s "Blood-based Tracking" Ability,

Seraphina Sullivan instantly understood how Harvey Fletcher had found them so precisely.

Apparently, the blood Lily Underwood had shed from her earlier injury was acquired and used for a lock-on by the Player named Tom Parker!

"Attack! Leave no one alive!" Harvey Fletcher ordered with a cruel grin.

Wendy Lewis, who was beside him, immediately activated her Ability. Her long, black hair began to grow wildly as if it had a life of its own, transforming into countless writhing black vipers that swept toward Seraphina Sullivan and the others, attempting to strangle them all.

Henry Jennings attacked at the same time. He made a grasping motion with his hands, and Seraphina Sullivan immediately felt the air around them grow incredibly thin. Breathing suddenly became extremely difficult, her chest tightened, and her head began to spin.

Henry Jennings had actually developed a terrifying new use for his `Air Compression` Ability: extracting oxygen from a localized area!

Just as Lily Underwood and Dustin Sullivan were about to counterattack, they were once again precisely disrupted by Harvey Fletcher’s `Emotion Control`.

A huge, irresistible wave of fear and helplessness instantly washed over them. It felt as if anything they did would be futile, and it would be better to just give up and accept their fate.

This mental blow, originating from within, was more despair-inducing than any physical attack.

Seraphina Sullivan was also affected, but she fought to maintain a sliver of clarity by biting the tip of her tongue and enduring the sharp pain.

’This can’t go on!’ she thought anxiously.

She started thinking about how to deal with their opponents.

The lack of oxygen made Seraphina Sullivan’s heart race.

And just as a smug smile of assured victory spread across Harvey Fletcher’s face, believing he had his opponents completely under his thumb—

BANG!

A single, deafeningly crisp gunshot shattered the silence of the night forest!

It was so loud that it momentarily drowned out the rustling of the dancing hair!

The cruel grin on Harvey Fletcher’s face froze instantly, replaced by utter shock and disbelief!

A ghastly bullet hole had appeared between his eyebrows, from which warm blood was gushing.

His eyes widened, staring intently at Seraphina Sullivan, who was holding a pistol in front of him. His lips twitched.

’He seemed to want to say something. He never would have imagined that in this world full of bizarre abilities, his opponent... his opponent would have the fucking audacity to break the code and just pull out a gun?!’

’This was clearly wrong. After going through a few instances, Harvey Fletcher had come to believe that things like guns were useless.’

’Shouldn’t duels between Players be a clash of Abilities, a showdown of Skills?!’

’How could this person use a gun against me?’

’But this thing was certainly effective.’

’A one-hit kill!’

Harvey Fletcher never imagined he would die by the one thing he looked down on most: a firearm.

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