Limitless The Strongest Revenant
Chapter 216 - 216: Dafuq? [1/2]

I entered an extremely rich looking office. Except for the obviously expensive furnishings like fur rugs, glittering gold everywhere and a damn indoor waterfall, it looked normal.

Sitting at the table was a bald man who screamed crime boss. The man was not muscular but looked fat with a body like a powerlifter. But his expensive looking suit seemed ready to burst at the seams the moment he flexed.

But no matter how intimidating he might be to humans, to me he might as well be a harmless rabbit. As I walked in, the bald man stood and introduced himself with a bow in and a New York accent.

"May your fate end the darkness, esteemed one. Vincent Deryck at your service. How can I help you today?"

"Your clerk already told you, I am here to buy a car. I already used the build option in your app. Here is the reference number."

With the advent of technology, the way car sales were done allowed for a certain amount of freedom. By going to the Cadillac website, I could build the car of my dreams, specifying the parts and nuances I wanted to add.

Since I knew little about cars, I simply chose the most expensive options. The customization ranged from wheel size, paint, upholstery and optional packages.

Not having much of a spending limit, I chose everything I could cram into the thing. I got the Floor Liner Package, the Cargo Convenience Package, a heavy-duty trailer Package, and even the front console fridge with freezer!

All in all, the total was $163,465 which was $11,000 more than the base unit. For a guy making 30k a year, this was an incredibly expensive car. But compared to a Ferrari or Lamborghini, both of which go for as much as $800,000, it was cheap.

"Ah, you are a man of impeccable taste. The Cadillac Escalade V is really a wonderful machine. I will have one prepared immediately. Esteemed one, while we appreciate cash, we would be more than willing to accept souls as payment."

"Souls? How would you even accept them?" I asked with raised eyebrows.

"Please forgive my bluntness, esteemed Limitless, are you perhaps the same Limitless making waves in the North American Battlefront?"

'Ho? For a human, this bastard was indeed well informed. Let us try to ask more.'

Invoking the death resonance, I asked Vincent in the same way I interrogated Nathan.

"Tell me how you know about the affairs in Hellsgate."

Contrary to my expectation, Vincent simply smiled and waved his hand as if swatting a fly.

"Esteemed Limitless, there is no need for such measures, I will gladly tell you what you wish to know".

'The neuralyzing thing didn't work? This fat bastard is dangerous.'

Before I could draw a weapon, the crime boss threw both of his hands in the air.

"Esteemed one, I meant no offense. I surrender! I have no intention of becoming your enemy!"

Finding the whole thing suspicious, I said nothing and just waited for his explanation.

"Heavens, such bloodlust. Esteemed one, I am a follower of the Specter, Raymond Gertrude. Who is called the Whirlwind. This car business, along with many others, is his way of supporting the Reaper War."

Selling cars was his way of supporting the war? What the hell was that bastard saying?

"It is much easier to win souls through trade than through battle. That is why we were instructed to ask for souls when dealing with a reaper. As for your question, our master has given us information about the hottest newcomers in North America so that we can help you as much as possible."

So this Raymond guy was using the earth-based business to get him souls? It was smart as it eliminated the risk of dying. But realistically, how many reapers would even use his services?

'I screwed up, I didn't think reapers would openly do business with human slaves. He calls himself a devout man, right? What the fuck? Did this Raymond see himself as a god of some religion or something?'

"If I said I was, what would you do?" I asked, my tone dripping with hostility.

"Ah, we were asked to request your graveyard contact information. You are at the top of the list of reapers my master wishes to meet."

"Why?"

"Esteemed one, it seems you are unaware of the things you have set in motion."

Phillip, and to some extent even the LLG, noticed the same thing. I was just trying to kill the undead, what else did they think I was doing?

"Esteemed one, you are a much sought-after celebrity in Hellsgate. The news of your 2nd Amendment Army along with the formation of the LLG is still on everyone's lips. This is of course, after just yesterday you broke every conceivable record in the annihilation rankings for both Wraiths, Mercenaries and Phantoms."

When Vincent noticed that I was not indulging in his pandering, he coughed before continuing his explanation.

"Simply put, esteemed one, you are now the symbol of hope in Hellsgate. Many of the Formless use your story as proof that they too can fight. Stories of your exploits have already spread to the other battlefronts. Naturally, my master was one of the many interested in meeting you."

When he said it like that, I hardly had anything to say. That was my intention when I created the 2nd amendment, I guess I should be happy that someone noticed? Still, this Raymond was devious as hell.

Getting reapers to move for you was hard. But humans... humans would do almost anything for a price. I had assumed that the world of humans and the Reapers were separate.

I learned of the forsaken and thought that was where it ended.

But just this morning I saw that the Reapers were not only on top of the world. They were using the humans for their own purposes.

'If that is the case, why have they not yet achieved any worthwhile results? It doesn't make sense,' I struggled to understand.

The Reapers' desperation was evident from the way they fought to the way they used Soulgems of the dead as equipment.

Yet they could barely reach half of the supposed 100 levels of Hellsgate. Why? What was missing? It felt like something crucial?

Was it the politics between the continents? Or was it Trinity's interference? Why was it that the Reapers, with all their power, had yet to accomplish anything of significance?