Limitless The Strongest Revenant

Chapter 312: Fucking Scammers [1/2]

"Yo! Mind telling me what the big crowd is for?"

"I was told it was the LLG, they are having a party or something."

"You mean those overworked bastards? Well, you have to keep your minions happy I guess, I heard Limitless was a fucking slave driver."

"Well, if someone paid me enough to not have to worry about taxes, I would be fine being a slave."

"Still, the smell is amazing. When was the last time you had real food in Hellsgate?"

"You mean those Hardtacs? I only eat them to keep myself sane. I usually pig out when I return to the sun."

"Same, I mean, have you seen how expensive meat is here in Hellsgate?"

Such conversations were going on around the periphery of our catering area. The LLG, who all looked like dead company employees, had yet to line up. It was like they were waiting for something.

Cynthia and Addison stepped forward and explained.

"Limitless, it seems like the dismantling teams hate you for working so hard for them. I know it sounds ungrateful, but Minerva's recent layoffs kinda scared them all."

"Ay, it would be much more difficult the longer we go on. Right now, none of them are happy, but they cannot quit because they need the souls. They are intending to use today to bargain."

Ungrateful bastards. Was that how it felt to be on top? Normally I was just a lowly employee, going through the motions. I hardly cared where my boss got his money from as long as I got paid.

But now that I was on the other side, I felt angry. If they were unhappy, they should do something about it. They just complain and stay in place. Were they so delusional that blaming others for the situation would change it?

Just then, one of the production saints stepped forward and began to speak.

" Limitless! We want better wages! You work us like dogs for a pittance of your spoils! You wouldn't have any money if it weren't for us! You should share the profits for everyone, so that we can develop as well."

'A fucking commie.'

Countries usually worked because of their economies. There were two views on how to run the country, capitalism or Marxism. Marxism was named after Karl Marx, an economist who proposed an economic policy based on sharing.

Capitalism was never about sharing. Its main principles were simple. If you want something, pay for it or find someone to do it for you. This meant that literally anything and everything could become a product if there was a need for it.

Marxism was the opposite. Instead of looking for something on your own and paying for it. It looked for a government to distribute resources based on need. But it was full of holes. For one thing, unlike capitalism, which rewards individuals, Marxism punishes them.

If you were a hard worker who created a product, under the former you would reap the rewards. Under the latter, the rewards you created would be taken from you and distributed to the poor, the stupid, and the incompetent.

In such a situation, who would even try to be better than the rest? There were literally no benefits, only demerits. So no one bothered, and the communist countries that did not embrace trade remained poor.

I was the one who fought the undead, I bore the scars and the risk. Yet this fucking bastard said I should share what I had earned for the greater good.

I was pissed.

But before I could get angry, a white-haired figure lunged at the man and kneed him in the groin.

"Kehuek!"

"Fucking commie." Robyn berated.

The communist fell to the ground, grunting in pain. Robyn then grabbed his head by the hair and began to pound him in the face. Then I remembered the words of the Sirens.

"Master, the LLG has grown too big too fast. Opportunists and spies have already joined the organization. What Bella intends to do is to trim the fat. I would have done the same."

"Yawn. Although, knowing Bella, it wouldn't end there. Possum, even the terrorist group I came from did this. The fastest way to gain respect is through fear. Respect can follow, but a good ass-kicking is still the best way."

"Even the White Guard had too many dimwits who wasted resources. Still, I'm glad Bella even wants to do something too troublesome. I am so glad I finally get to relax."

The Commie's friends began to shout in anger.

"Wait!" "What are you doing, you bitch!" "We are allies! Stop!"

A loud shot rang out and a bullet buried itself in the shoulder of the one who was complaining. He fell to the ground with a whimper as the rest of the people began to panic.

"{KNEEL}!"

With a single word, the entire LLG trembled and fell to the ground. The source of the voice was, of course, my Italian darling. Jasmine was beside her, holding the M24. Smoke rose from the barrel, which meant she had fired the shot.

"Wolves."

"Yes big sis!" x11

"Make an example of them."

Like bloodthirsty hunters, the once gentle girls of Golden Wick went after the friends of the Commies. Without an ounce of mercy, they began to bash them with their fists.

"WAIT! Ugh!" "AH! Please spare me! I am not one of them!" "Stay away, bitch! Kehuek!"

'Wow! What the hell happened to them? Are they the same girls?' I thought to myself.

Lilly then walked to the center like a queen and declared in a loud voice.

"You all would do well to remember your place. The LLG was not created because Limitless needed it. It was created because you wanted to use my dearest to survive."

"Who the hell are you?"

Lilly smiled arrogantly as she announced to the world. "I was once the Untamed. But now I am called Ishtar. I am one of the Seven Sirens. Kindred to Limitless." Then she shot the one who interrupted her in the shoulder.

Her voice and her majesty were befitting of a ruler, the eyes of my pervert stared down all who opposed her. Lilly towered over all who knelt with her mere presence. She then spoke.

"In case your hubris and stupidity prevent you from understanding, let me explain again. Limitless never cared about making money. He only wanted to kill the undead.

"He already said that, didn't he? And you all think your contributions have value? NAIVE! But if anyone here thinks they are greater than my man, let us test them! {PORTAL}!"

As if acting in a play, Robyn dragged the communist towards the doorway Lilly had made. Liv similarly picked up his friends and threw them with him. Ishtar then summoned her M60 and presented it to the Commie.

"Sweetheart. You say you deserve the rewards that my dearest almost died for. You have seen how many undead he kills every day, right? Here. Take this and kill to your heart's content. Step through that door and earn your keep."

The Commie froze at Lily's words and looked at the portal. His hesitation meant only one thing. He was afraid. Whether of death, of being torn apart or of his soul collapsing, I would not know. But he didn't have the guts to take my girl's weapon.

Lilly then offered the gun to the communist's friends. "Anyone? No one? There's no one with the desire to fight?"

"We're production reapers, you bitch! This is not our job! Who among us would be able to do what you say! You just make us look bad!" shouted a fat Reaper.

Liv then appeared behind the overweight guy and stomped him into the ground. She then smashed her heel into his neck as he twitched on the floor.