Limitless The Strongest Revenant

Chapter 133: Are you awake now? [2/2]

Remembering that he represented a large organization, I felt I had to say something about that as well.

"And just so there is no room for misunderstanding. Tell Hephaestus what I have just done. Tell them that Death Seekers never back down from a fight. And that if they come for me, tell your leaders they should be prepared to die," I said with a wide smile.

With muffled groans and tears in his eyes, Barrel nodded meekly once more. I pulled my gun out of his mouth and wiped it on his ugly looking shirt.

Barry said nothing and quickly left, trying to appear as small as a mouse. When I turned around, I saw not only Phillip, but the other three representatives with surprised expressions on their faces.

My clerk coughed and tried to clear the air.

" Now, Mr. Addison, Ms. Cynthia, let's go to the meeting room. We have much to discuss."

The two representatives moved quickly toward the room as if to get as far away from me as possible, dragging Phillip with them.

Left alone with Yvonne, I sighed deeply and turned to her.

"Shall we go too, Ms. Yvonne?"

"Oh! Bet! Lets go! I high-key loved what you did by the way. I though Limitless stans were sus, but now I understand. Barrel and Hephaestus are both the worst —periodt"

Surprised by her reaction, I said nothing and walked forward. It seemed this woman had dropped all pretenses of acting professional.

"By the way, I totally love your drip fam! No cap!"

I could still understand her in general, but it was like talking to Robyn. I knew it was still English, but that didn't help as much as you'd think.

Yvonne led the way to her room. She chattered away the whole time. Not that I understood much of what she was saying.

When we arrived there were about ten other women dressed similarly to Yvonne. They all curtsied and entered the room one by one. Yvonne and I were the last to enter.

Inside the room there were ten tables arranged in a circle. Each table had a contraption that looked like something between a forge and a fire pit.

Yvonne then approached me with a demeanor similar to the first time we met.

"Mr. Limitless, please present the items you wish to be blessed. As stated in our contract, we will give you one free blessing for every dozen you order from us. Every time you get five dozen blessings in one year, we would give you five more free blessings."

That was the reason I chose the Golden Wick Guild over the others. Aira and I did our diligence and researched the rankings of the guilds that submitted proposals.

Among the Saint Division guilds, only Golden Wick had clauses for free blessings after reaching a certain number, despite their low rank.

Wholesale discounts on goods were common, but it was rare for services to have such discounts because most services weren't needed in large quantities.

Perhaps Yvonne changed her offer after seeing my weapons, but ultimately it was those freebies that made me decide to go with them.

For people who only needed two or three blessings a month, such a benefit would have been useless. But for me, who wanted to bless my entire arsenal of over a thousand rounds, the savings from these clauses were extremely huge.

I took out six .44 Magnum rounds from the Competitor 629 revolver. A magazine from the M24 sniper rifle that held five rounds of 7.62×51mm NATO. And finally, six 10-gauge shells used by the Winchester 1887 shotgun.

These guns were the largest calibers I had. And while putting the rounds in my AR-15, M60, or MAC-11 would also work, I usually used those guns for spray and pray tactics. Blessing bullets for those purposes would be a waste.

The 1887, 629 Competitor and M24 were all guns with limited ammunition. This feature required me to take my time and plan my shots whenever I used them. Therefore, it made the most sense for me to let them carry the blessed bullets.

"Thank you. Considering our contract for these 17 items, you would only be paying for 16 now. Your next free blessing will be available after eight more."

One free blessing after a dozen, and five after sixty, meant that I would get ten blessings for every sixty. Even though I had to pay for sixty blessings first, it was still a huge bonus.

The girls each took a ball, placed it in the altars, and began to call their {Fates}. Objects ranging from pens to barrettes to brooches appeared, but they all had a similar feeling.

Then they raised their hands in prayer and began to chant verses I couldn't understand. I felt the room suddenly filled with soul. Their strength and power was not so impressive, but the purity was amazing.

To use an analogy, if David's souls felt like standing around a hurricane, Zach's soul signature felt like that of a great storm.

These women could only create a gentle breeze at most. But their breeze felt warm, unlike the others.

Golden light fell from their manifested {Fates} and entered the bullets, which began to glow white from the blessing. With these preparations, I could now pass the tenth floor without worrying.

What I didn't expect was that the members of the Golden Wick Guild were all sweating profusely. They looked extremely exhausted as they approached me shakily. Yvonne who was leading them, smiled eagerly.

She took my hand and placed a10-gauge shell that glowed white on my palm. I examined the bullet against the light of the room and didn't notice any difference except that it glowed.

'Still, I have no reason to doubt her ability, so this much is good.'

I looked at Yvonne and nodded in thanks. The other women similarly displayed the fruits of their labors overflowing with pride. They gave me 5 7.62 rounds, 3 10 gauge slugs and 2 .44 Magnums.

Their eyes all seemed to be those of children eager to earn their parent's praise. Knowing how it felt to be in a similar situation, I didn't hold back and expressed my admiration.

"These are wonderful ladies, I am really glad we chose Golden Wick. I can fight much easier because of your efforts."