Limitless The Strongest Revenant

A few minutes later, skybeams fell near our position and the members of the LLG demolition team arrived.

Unlike before, when there were only two dozen people, there were now over fifty. Their reactions upon seeing the carnage were something I had already expected.

"Dude, what the fuck is that smell?"

"Look at the ground dude, it already turned red from all the blood."

"Shit man, some parts have black blood."

"Black?"

"Coagulated, which means blood half turns to jelly, happens after the body is dead."

"Damn homes, look at all this? How many zombies did Limitless kill?"

Others in the group noticed something else.

"Peter, do you feel that?"

"Yes, this area is blessed. Such energy..."

"Maybe they used the bullets we created earlier?"

"Yes, I think so. Chief Saint Yvonne also said to look for something called Devil's Remains."

"Do you know what it looks like?"

"No, I don't, but she said I would understand when I see one."

My hearing and eyesight, which had improved by leaps and bounds in {Limitless}, now allowed me to eavesdrop on people's conversations from over a mile away.

It felt like if I didn't control myself, I could eavesdrop on others uncontrollably. The super hearing was not deafening most of the time.

It was like being at a party. I heard a lot of sounds, but I was not disturbed by them unless I specifically chose to focus on a particular person or direction.

Suddenly, a group of girls in priest robes broke away from the advancing group and ran frantically forward.

"CLAIRE!" "Claire, where are you?"

The said woman heard their cries and ran quickly towards them. Like long lost siblings from a movie, Claire and the girls of Golden Wick reunited in an emotional embrace.

"Clarie, are you hurt? Are you okay?"

"I'm fine Aisha, calm down."

"Are you just saying that? Let me have a look at you!"

"Hehe, I'm not lying Yvonne, the 2nd Amendment took good care of me."

"Ah right! Let me borrow this for a bit!" Claire said abruptly.

Grabbing a towel and a water bottle, Claire quickly ran over to Angela and held both of them out to her.

"Miss Angela! Thank you for your help earlier!"

Surprised, the racist Korean made a funny face as she looked at her husband. Brimming with pride, Joshua looked like a parent watching his daughter make friends for the first time.

Angela took the towel and said as she shyly looked away.

"This natural, I Senior. I take care of Junior!"

Claire smiled broadly and jumped up to hug Angela. Unlike Claire, who was clean and without blemish, Angela was covered in blood and guts from fighting in close quarters.

"Hey! I'm dirty! Your clothes! Get off!"

"Hehe, let me help you clean up, sister!"

"I not sister, I senior!"

With Angela's strength, she could easily body slam Claire if she wanted to, so it was obvious that she didn't dislike her junior's actions as much as she made it seem.

Angela continued to hurl mild insults as Claire pulled Angela toward the girls of Golden Wick.

After crowding around Angela like chicks, the rest of Claire's former guild came forward and bowed to the rest of the 2nd Amendment Squad.

"Everyone thank you for taking care of our sister!"

Somehow, the responses the Saints received were something I had not expected. There was no condescension or contempt, just warm affection, like that of older brothers.

"Claire is one of us. We would take care of her anyway."

"The Senorita is a hell of a woman."

"Mighty fine lass I would say."

"Boo has more courage than most niggas."

"It was our pleasure. She fought honorably."

The rest of the production guilds, eavesdropping, began to gossip about the interactions between the two groups.

"No way? Is it real? They brought a Production Saint here?"

"That girl over there is Claire, right? She was a Production Saint in Golden Wick."

"This can't be real. Look around! This is a war zone!"

"But the Saints of Golden Wick are friendly with the bodyguard unit of Limitless..."

Hearing the discussions between the looting teams, I couldn't help but smile.

'This was it. The idea of a fighting production saint will spread like wildfire the longer Claire continues to fight. As more and more people join, the flood will be inevitable.'

This zone had over 570 Rank F's and 3 Rank E's. That would be well over 12,000 souls, since I only earned 3,000 souls. The other 9,000 must have been split between the seven of them.

Production Saints earn less than 2,000 souls per week, with Blessings being their main source of income. If Claire manages to earn a substantial amount tonight without being injured, others would naturally be drawn to the fight.

Weapons should shorten the time it takes to train people for battle. If a longbow took years, a gun took weeks. Fighting zombies in Hellsgate didn't even take weeks. Because of the stupidity of the undead, you were sure to hit something.

"Claire-Unnie, how was your first fight?"

"It was scary at first, especially when the zombies came at us. But the 2nd Amendment is damn strong! We just kept shooting until they were all dead! Patron and Sister Angela were the ones who fought with them! I was totally safe!"

"Really! Did you even hit anything?"

"Well, I kept missing at first, but I got better. And when we started firing blessed bullets, I killed quite a few!"

"What! You used blessed bullets?"

"Yes! And holy crap, girls! You have no idea how powerful our blessings are! No cap! They practically swept the zombies like a broom!"

"Claire, how much did you make?"

"Not much compared to the others, but I earned 400 souls."

"400 souls! In twenty minutes! Are you serious?"

"Yeah, Scott is the top earner, he made like 2000 souls."

"Wait, aren't they all Formless?"

"Yep. The 2nd Amendment except for me and Sister Angela are all Formless."

"Really! Wow!"

I smiled as I heard the gossipy young girls and looked over at the production looting teams who were quietly listening.

"Did you hear that? 2000 souls in twenty minutes? And that guy is Formless!"