Limitless The Strongest Revenant

Chapter 184: Devil's Remains [1/2]

Since I had neither the interest nor the brainpower to help with the politics, I left the pesky issues to Phillip. Except for the three leaders of my first guilds, the rest had already left to prepare for my runs.

While they discussed, I began to {Withdraw} rounds that I wanted the Saint Division to bless.

'We had 60 people, plus the original twelve from Golden Wick. While I could not give them {Eat}, I could give them {Rewind}. If I could get 72 people to bless non-stop. My fire power would increase by leaps and bounds,' I thought with a grin.

But then I remembered the difference between a zombie killed by lead and a blessing. Production made money from the corpses. If I killed them all with blessings instead, wouldn't I earn very little?

"Everyone, I have something to check. I have seen what blessed rounds do to a zombie. When they are killed in that manner, they turn to ash, so would LLG suffer a loss if I used blessed rounds?"

Yvonne visibly flinched at my question, then cautiously waited for the other two to answer.

Contrary to my expectations, both Cynthia and Addison responded positively.

"Esteemed Limitless, while the loss of the corpse itself is a shame, the chance for the devil's remains is a worthy trade-off."

"I agree, if we can get a steady supply of Devil's Remains, even the main production office would buy them despite us being blacklisted."

"Devil's remains? Can someone please explain?"

Phillip took it upon himself to explain.

"Esteemed Limitless, Devil's Remains is a highly coveted ingredient. Assault teams that are part of the front line are prone to soul collapse due to the influence of demonic energy. Soulgears made with Devil's Remains will almost negate the effect."

Oh? I almost died from a soul collapse, so the deeper the reapers went, the more susceptible they are to such things? Then this might be a good opportunity, I need to prepare artifacts for myself and the Sirens as soon as possible.

"Good, then how much would Devil's Remains go for?"

Cynthia smiled and raised three fingers, "They go for thirty thousand souls each. If we target devil's remains instead of corpse collection, the burden on our side would also be greatly reduced."

''Ugh, that is expensive, if I needed eight of those remains, I would need over 240,000 souls? Money, oh money, why is our relationship so sour? I guess we just have to see how often these show up.'

"I am not promising anything, but depending on my discussion with Yvonne and the Holy Division, we may be able to work something out. Please keep that in mind."

A few minutes later a group came in and gave Yvonne the stamina soul gears. As she received them, I excused myself from the tedious discussions and brought the misfits and Yvonne.

I don't know when, or maybe it was because the misfits all had some sort of military training, but they started acting like my bodyguard unit. The Production Saint with me couldn't help but notice.

"Patron, it has only been one day and you already have hired muscle. Some of them are even cute. Are any of them taken?"

Flashbacks of the pathetic striptease made me grimace and answer hastily.

"Yvonne, if you plan on dancing for them, you and your girls might just get shot, so don't."

Yvonne made a teary face and then slapped my arm in retaliation.

"Ey! I told you to forget it! That was a one-time thing."

Santiago, who was standing next to us, whistled before answering.

"Hombre, is Miss Yvonne your woman? Should we give her extra protection?"

Half expecting Mike or the others to correct him, I was surprised to see the rest of the misfits waiting for my answer.

'Ho? So these guys are serious? Then you better make it clear. '

"No, Yvonne is not my woman, but I want her and the other heads of LLG protected. My girls will arrive tomorrow. But none of them need bodyguards."

"Boss, are these the women Miss Aira spoke of last time? The seven girls fighting for your affection?" Mike asked.

"White boy, you fuck too much!"

"Gela, please be quiet."

"Damn nigga, you already living the life!"

"Tsk. No wonder Patron resisted our charms, you were already feasting on debauchery before we met."

"I'm telling you now, they are extremely fierce warriors. One of them even tried to kill me. Be on your best behavior," I said with a smile.

"Well shit, we better be ready to greet them tomorrow," Scott blurted out.

Our group continued to laugh as we walked towards the blessing altars.

"By the way, Yvonne, when the Golden Wick disbands, will our contract be null and void?"

"No, Patron, Golden Wick will be merged into the LLG, so the contract will simply be transferred. I intend to renegotiate with Phillip after we complete the blessing."

I nodded wordlessly and saw about seventy people dressed in priestly robes, it seems we have already arrived near the altars.

"PATRON!"

One of them, a teenager at most, flew toward me, only to be stopped by Warren.

"Patron! You made me feel so good last night!" the girl screamed.

My bodyguards and even the Saints all looked at me with disgust.

Before I could answer, a group of girls came in and restrained the teenager.

"Eva! Come back here!"

"Please forgive this child, Patron did not touch her at all."

"It was a cucumber! Please forget what you heard."

Warren gently pushed Eva back towards the Golden Wick girls as if he had touched shit.

Yvonne, blushing with embarrassment, quickly left my side and addressed the newly formed LLG Holy Division.

"Everyone, as discussed, we will now be the Saint Division of LLG with me as its leader. Before we begin, I would like to point out that Patron is unique in that he highly values Production Saints. Golden Wick, who has already received his favor, can attest to his integrity, so he will not cheat or treat any of you unfairly."

The whole area felt solemn as Yvonne continued her words. It was amazing how different this girl was when she started saying shit like "No cap" compared to how she was now.

Suddenly I felt the death resonance coming out of Yvonne as she glared at the others.