Limitless The Strongest Revenant

Chapter 205: How many? [2/2]

Street pharmacists was hood speak for drug dealers. I often heard that Detroit turned to heroin after the end of the industrial revolution. Due to the lack of jobs, most turn to drug-related jobs just to survive.

After learning of each other's {fates} and deaths, the squad treated each other noticeably better. For one, they stopped swearing like assholes, but a strange awkwardness remained.

During the next dirge sirens, the squad only made small talk. It was as if everyone agreed that they needed time to digest what they had learned about each other.

From our tenth to fifteenth zones, the squad tested battle formations. They tried fighting together, separated in teams, and as individuals.

They also experimented with what would happen if more than one {Honey Trap} was triggered at the same time. The results of said experiment were amusing, to say the least.

Any zombie caught in a single trap would behave normally. However, the poor saps caught between two of them stopped moving altogether.

The squad and I had a field day shooting the zombies as they froze like statues. It was basically free money.

Another change over the course of the night was that the squad decided that all E's and D's would be assassinated by Joshua.

With his mythical accuracy from the upgraded M24, most of the big game went down in a shot or two. The LLG who saw the intact corpses were beyond ecstatic.

It seemed that Academics had a lot of money to spend on studying undead or monster physiology. However, when the corpses were ripped apart, those who bought the corpses were Fortification, Administration, or the black market of Production.

At first, Joshua wanted someone else to take the M24 instead. After all, killing Rank E's and D's yielded far more souls than the standard 20 from a Rank F Normie.

However, after I told them what the splits would be. They all cheered for Joshua to hunt everything with big smiles.

Finally, the question of whether to prioritize corpses or devil remains was resolved halfway through the night. It was Phillip who made the call.

"Right now, the LLG is already struggling to deal with over three thousand Rank F's. I suggest we use blessed rounds as much as possible, as it will ease the burden on the dismantling teams."

We already knew that. But his next argument was what made everyone unanimously agree to go after the Devil's Remains.

"Also, Cynthia and I were able to sign a deal with Administration. They will now buy all the Devil remains we acquire for forty thousand souls each."

"Wow, that's a lot of money, I asked for eight, right? How many have we found so far?"

Cynthia grinned broadly and held out ten fingers.

"Esteemed Limitless, we have found ten so far. If we take out your requests for eight pieces, we still made over 80,000 souls for the 2 sets of Devil's Remains!"

The 2nd Amendment, after hearing such numbers, forgot all else. They abused {Reload} to blast as many zombies to heaven as they could with Sacreds. We ended up finding ten more, for a total of 12 sets to be sold, or 480,000 souls.

By the end of the night, my faction had made over 980,000 souls. LLG took their share of 245,000, while Phillip took a commission of 9,800 for himself.

After subtracting the 80,000 for the blessed round and the 150,000 for the three {Honey Traps}, the total loot was 495,200. The seven in 2nd Amendment and I took equal shares of 61,900 each.

There was some disagreement about how to divide the loot. First, everyone tried to give me 30%, which I refused.

Next they tried to give more to Angela, Scott, and Joshua, but all three similarly objected. Then Claire wanted to reduce her share because she felt she hadn't done enough. Everyone disagreed.

It was heartwarming to see what they did next. The seven of them vowed that from today on, they would always share their earnings equally, even if the others passed away.

From the pitiful circumstances of these people, they suddenly earned 60,000 souls each. They all cried with happiness as they embraced each other in camaraderie when the night came to an end.

The vast difference in their status before tonight made their success all the sweeter.

Claire was about to sell herself out of poverty.

Joshua was forced to endure being a horse just to earn money, while Angela also earned paltry sums despite her abilities.

Mike and Santiago were treated like gofers and disposables because they were Formless.

Scott, despite years of adventuring, couldn't even afford a proper Soularm. It was so bad that he continued to use regular swords due to lack of funds.

I wasn't sure how lucrative Warren's adventuring missions would be, but they couldn't have been any easier than our recent zone reclamations.

Thanks to their bravery and determination, they were now earning enough to not only evolve their {Fates}, but also improve their equipment or armor.

If they had money problems on Earth, a payday of $1.2 million would significantly reduce or eliminate those problems.

Of course, the rest of Golden Wick heard how much Claire was making. They became more and more desperate to join my army.

The girls even began to serve as 2nd Amendment cheerleaders. They wiped sweat, handed out refreshments, and even gave the troops foot massages. All in an effort to help them get in.

Likewise, the dismantling teams who also heard about their ridiculous payday became extremely jealous.

Claire, who started the night clean, ended it covered in sweat, dirt, and zombie blood. But the reality of a 5'6" teenager making 60,000 souls in a single night made everyone else question their life choices.

Thinking something should be done, I instructed Yvonne, Cynthia and Addison to form groups of eight.

Of course, talk of how the next 2nd Amendment troops would come from these groups made everyone giddy.

When I saw how energetic the LLG and its people were, I knew that forming a second squad would be easy. I just needed to figure out how to standardize {Fate} enhanced weapons for my squads soon.