Limitless The Strongest Revenant

Chapter 126: 17 Blessings [1/2]

The Skydio X2E was a state of the art remote controlled drone. It had a magnesium and carbon fiber body which made it durable. It carried a wide-angle color lens with an 80° FOV, giving it a wide view.

The X2E model had a thermal camera that allowed it to see people in the dark.

It had 6 4K 200° navigation cameras, all with 16x digital zoom. At least that was what the brochure and the company website said.

It was just a little bigger than a grown man's hand when folded. It also had a rather bulky battery and an operating time of 35 minutes. While that may sound impressive, it meant that it could only go 17.5 minutes one way. Otherwise, the little shit doesn't come back.

While waiting for the Aira, I actually found it a bit lackluster.

I didn't have time to hold a controller in Hellsgate. What was I supposed to do with the damn thing? Soon, Aira's avatar on the TV screen opened its eyes and began to speak.

[My Lord, the initial setup and upgrade has been completed. I may now accompany you to Hellsgate.]

"Hm. Aren't you already?"

The Avatar smiled and waved her hand before disappearing. At the same moment, the Skydio drone began to hover in the air.

"Ah! You are going to fly that thing yourself?"

I exclaimed with joy.

[Yes, my lord. Instead of an operator or remote control, I will be flying this thing for you and giving you real-time updates.]

"WOW! This is fucking awesome!"

I couldn't combine AI with drones because it's rarely been done before. From commercial models to military models, people were afraid to give these things any freedom. Especially because of sci-fi movies like The Terminator.

Currently, AI is only allowed to write books or draw pictures. The most physical thing it could do was maybe drive a car. The rest still had a human hand somewhere in the middle. Even the later Gray Eagle drones used by the US military were not fully autonomous.

But unlike the clumsy AI of today, Aira was special. As the thought of her assisting me in battle filled my mind, I became beyond excited.

There were already unmanned ground vehicles, right? Maybe I could get one and have Aira drive it? Forget Reapers and training, I will just field a robot army!

[My Lord, we can discuss this another time. Please put the drone and its case in your storage so we can use it for tonight. You will be summoned in 120 seconds].

"Ah! Got it, I will do it now."

I quickly put the case and everything on it into my hammer space with {Store}. A few seconds later, I was summoned to Hellsgate, marking the beginning of my second night.

***

Once again, I felt like a pancake being smashed to the ground. The familiar ringing in my ears and the intense hangover-like migraine were also present. Luckily, I hadn't eaten yet, so I didn't feel like throwing up.

As I tried to regain my composure, I looked around the receiving area for the North American battlefront. Around me were other Reapers, all arriving from Earth.

"Hmm, if the Reapers follow the time zones, that means a batch of Reapers would arrive here every hour until morning, right? I wonder how many we have in total?"

Unaware of my thoughts, the rest of the men and women began their activities. The newbies all puked their guts all over the floor while the veterans walked away from the discomfort.

I only saw them now, but apparently there were people in overalls in this area. They were carrying mops and running to clean the vomit off the floor.

"Haha, I wonder what profession these poor bastards are from? Fortification? Production, or perhaps the Adventurers?"

"None of the above, they are the Administration interns. Like them, I personally spent 8 hours a night for 45 days just wiping vomit off this floor. Only after that did I get promoted to a clerk. It is a thankless task".

Surprised at the sudden answer, I turned to see my exclusive clerk.

"Evening Phillip. You look well."

Philip smiled professionally as he helped me to my feet. He had a bundle of papers in his hands and something that looked like a canteen.

"It's a pleasure to see you again, Mr. Smith. Let us go quickly, there are people looking for you."

"Huh?"

Before I could even ask, I noticed a group of five or six people questioning the ones puking.

"Reaper, what is your Graveyard ID? Tell me quickly!"

"It's... oh no! Bleeech!"

"Ahh! Stop puking on my shoes! Fuck!"

Phillip also pointed to another corner of the reception area. There were burly people of all sorts of races, they had a huge sign behind them. A message for me, written in bold letters.

[Limitless Revolutionary Gang. If you know or have seen our boss. Let us know!]

"Philip, what the hell is this? Since when do I have a gang? Is this an official group?"

"No, Mr. Smith, this is just a bunch of ruffians who want to take advantage of your fame. I guess they were put up to it by some bad people who want to make a deal with you," he replied.

Any sport that had any kind of betting was naturally susceptible to match-fixing. From the big ones to e-sports. Gambling usually brought out the worst in people, and the Annihilation ladder was probably no exception.

"Tsk, so such trash like criminal organizations existed here as well?" I asked with disdain.

"Unfortunately, those over there are registered as the Dawnbreaker Army. For such a large group, they have a pitiful reputation and are more like socialist thugs looking for a quick buck."

Phillip seemed to find these people annoying, and I couldn't blame him. Most societies have garbage in them. It was sort of inevitable.

My clerk then led me out of the reception area to the building next to the dispatch office.