Limitless The Strongest Revenant

Why the fuck was it getting more and more complicated? Couldn't I just go back to shooting shit? As if the LLG was not enough, I now had two new groups of bastards to worry about.

Hellsgate had five Professions.

Production, who made shit. Academics, who studied shit. Fortifications, who built shit. Adventurers, who did shit. And finally, Mercenaries, who killed shit.

Administration was like the secret character you had to unlock first. They just managed shit.

I was already familiar with mercenaries because I was a death seeker. Production became my way of monetizing my kills and turning into the LLG. But why the hell did these eggheads and macho bastards come to me now?

Originally, I hadn't planned to reach out to Fortification, at least not yet. Even though the girls and I were already Phantoms, we had yet to select zones to defend. Now that the 2nd Amendment and even Vela's wolves were all ascending quickly, we would soon have a lot of Phantoms.

I had yet to ask Philip how that would work. Generally, a Reaper had two responsibilities. The tasks given to him by his rank and the tasks given to him by his Profession.

Wraiths were expected to help in defending zones. This would be supplemented by whatever Profession the person chose. I had only been in Hellsgate for a week and had no experience defending a zone.

'Although I do have a lot of experience eradicating undead and reclaiming them.'

Phantoms had more responsibilities than Wraiths. If Wraiths were to be soldiers for hire. The ones hiring them would be the Phantoms.

Unfortunately, the only real Phantoms I know of are Lilly, Krishna, and Isolde.

The former, being an Heiress, has not worked as a defender despite her tenure.

While I could visit Krishna and Isolde, I had yet to find the time to do so. Nevertheless, it was one of the things I had always planned to do.

After all, if I survived the Seeker War, my next task would be to grow as a Phantom and prepare for my role as a Specter. If the girls would all have to choose zones similarly, I still didn't know if we would have to defend separately or if we could join forces.

Because I had all these considerations at the back of my mind, I always planned to reach out to Fortification. Academics, on the other hand, were also on my mind, as I wanted to check out their bestiary and their records on soul collapses.

While I was happy to have both groups in front of me, I was at a loss as to what they wanted.

"PLEASE LET US WORK FOR YOU!"

I didn't have any zones yet, what the hell would I need Fortification Reapers for? And these Formless scholars looked weak to me. Besides, I knew nothing about either group except for Phillip's explanations.

I knew that Production had a strict hierarchy, which was why Hephaestus was trying to disrupt our operations. But what about these two groups? Would their home organizations come to pick a bone with me as well?

Dealing with Hephaestus was already a pain; if I had to do the same with both Fortification and Academics, I would keel over from the stress. Even if I accepted them, what the hell were they supposed to do?

'Tsk, at least the LLG had Phantoms, these bastards are all Wraiths.'

Unable to answer, I remained silent. Somehow my stupidity made them feel unsettled instead. The fact that my entire army had weapons trained on them did not help.

"Joshua, have everyone stand down."

My three clerks lined up beside me like a line of butlers and maids. I expected one to offer an explanation about the Professions, but none said anything.

'Sigh. Well, if I don't know the answer, I could just ask.'

"Why should I?" my frustration made my voice sound colder than I intended.

The representative, Terence, looked like a middle-aged man with a wild beard. His clothes were what you would expect from an old school blacksmith. In contrast, the leader of the Academics wore robes that made him look fat but gave him the appearance of a bookworm.

Both groups squirmed on their knees as they tried to come up with answers. They came here and demanded to join my group even though they hadn't shown anything of value.

If the previous incident with the commie hadn't happened, I might have accepted them on the spot.

If my forces were to be successful, I would have to think carefully about hiring or getting other people.

Fortunately for me, even though I was stupid, my relatives were not. And unlike other men, I trusted my harem enough to ask for their help.

I sent a message to the Minerva Network asking for help.

[Limitless: Everyone, can I please get some advice? I have no idea what to do with these fuckers. Kamisan, Dear, please check Honey's feed to see what is happening.]

[Vela: Darling! Lets shoot them!]

[Rhianon: Slag be serious! Even I know that is a bad idea!]

[Freyja: They are much like us, Formless. I believe they were fed up with their current situation and came here for a chance.]

[Inari: I understand the situation. But the problem is that we do not know the true circumstances. While it is possible that they are being abused and terrorized. The opposite is also true, they might just be lazy people trying to earn off the LLG.]

[Ishtar: Ara? Are we playing devil's advocate? Then I will play the devil. I checked the feed, what would we do if these people were sent not only to spy but to hinder our efforts? Dearest has a war tomorrow night, any one of these people could have been sent to sabotage him.]

[Minerva: They are too weak for that though? Not unless they're skilled enough to fight beyond their ranks, they won't be able to do much to Honey. Need I remind you that our man has already fought a Revenant and survived, to say nothing of fighting two Specters at once.]

[Rhianon: What if they have a way of looking weak? Can't {Fates} make all kinds of crap happen? Possum already has too many powerful enemies.]

[Vela: Darling, trust me! Shooting them is the way to go!]

[Satis: Husband, I agree with Vela. Most organizations have trials to prove one's mettle, ability, or intelligence. What we need are those who are not afraid to die. So let's shoot them.]

I see, anyone who came here for stupid reasons would not have the guts to die. Jo may have sounded like she was making a joke. But her words were those that had the best outcome in mind.

[Limitless: Does everyone agree? I vote to shoot them.]

[Freyja: I do as well.]

[Minerva: I suppose there was no other choice, given the circumstances. It would also serve as a warning to future spies. That our initiation is done with bullets.]

[Ishtar: Fufu, I find it rather fitting for Dear's motif. I also vote to test them.]

[Inari: I vote the same, but I recommend ordering the Siren's to perform the task Shujin. The 2nd Amendment Squad does not have [Weak Point Targeting]. The chances of them killing someone are pretty high. Though we also have the option of torturing them.]

[Vela: Of course I vote to blow their heads off!]

[Satis: I vote to shoot them, Husband.]

[Rhiannon: Fuck me, why is shooting them the right answer when Jo is the one who said it? I wanted to shoot people way earlier!]

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