Chapter 145: That is the plan [2/2]
Well, that was unexpected. So the stories about my appearance were already making the rounds. It might get annoying, but I had no intention of changing my appearance to avoid attention.
"And what if I am?"
"Ah! Sorry! I am a huge fan! Can I have your autograph, please?"
The reaper, who was in his early twenties, brought out an article about me. The headline was interesting, to say the least.
[Who said Formless cannot make a difference? Have they met Limitless?]
I didn't read more than the headline, but I understood why he might have been my fan. For the Formless who were marginalized and humiliated, my success must have made them feel better.
Much like how kids who grew up poor connected with athletes who rose from poverty. They lived their dreams through me. It seemed pathetic, but for the desperate, such small sparks of joy were enough to get them through the day.
I looked at him and asked, though I already knew the answer.
"Are you Formless by any chance?"
Wordlessly, he nodded as if ashamed. I signed the article and put my hand on his shoulder.
"Nothing is impossible, my friend. If you want to make a difference, come and see Phillip Scrivener in the dispatch office."
The Reaper then saluted me as he called out. "THANK YOU SIR! I WILL SIR!"
After I left the new group of defenders, I heard the other Reapers congratulating and encouraging the young Formless.
Feeling good about myself, I stared up at the dimly lit sky as I asked my trusty partner.
"Aira."
[My Lord, a new zone has been chosen please announce your intent.]
{Reaper NA20230799-FRM, Limitless Reporting for combat.}
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For the next seven hours, Aira and I selected low-danger zones with hundreds of rank Fs. While there was no zone over 700 like the first one, but they all had between 200 and 500 undead.
Each time we entered, Aira would set up my mini-map and then choose two points for point A and B. We officially called the plan Maneuver AB from the third zone on.
The steps we used in the first zone were refined and streamlined. But the steps remained the same. I would set up a bunker at point B, then set up the {Honey Trap} at point A.
Once the soulgear was invoked, I would rain down on point A until I ran out of ammo. When the effect of the {Honey Trap} disappeared, I would defend point B until I was overrun.
When the zombies swarmed point B, I would use {Booster} to escape and blow point B to kingdom come. My escape would take me to Point A. I would then use soulgear a second time and return to Point B via {Rewind} to repeat the entire maneuver.
Each time I repeated the process, I became more familiar with it. The more I went through the steps of the plan, the more I internalized it. By the sixth repetition, I was operating like a machine.
Battles with 200 to 300 zombies would take no more than twenty minutes. Each time a zone was completed, Philip would arrive and wait for the new defender in my place, further reducing my idle time.
Red Moons and Overlord took turns salvaging my kills. Phillip told me that they ended up hiring P3 and P4 guilds because they could no longer keep up with my pace. By the end of the night, my looting team was over a hundred strong.
My numbers at the end of the second night blew the first out of the water.
Total Dirge Sirens answered: 14
Total undead slain: 4,374 Rank Fs
Total souls earned: 43,740 ($874,800)
Total souls expended: 14,000 ($280,000)
Total Dirge Siren bonus: 28,000 ($560,000)
Total Souls earned from loot: 45,841 ($916,830)
Total souls earned for the night: 103,581 ($2,071,620)
This was before I got my commission from the Annihilation Ranking. Which, after checking, I once again came in first by a wide margin.
103,581 was after Red Moon and Overlord took a total of 18,000 souls. In addition, Phillip made over 500 souls by basically just waiting for signatures.
At the beginning of the night, Cynthia and Addison were cursing me nonstop. By the middle of the evening, they were not only beaming, but practically bouncing as they walked.
" Limitless! Go get them! Don't worry about the loot!" The Red Moon representative cheered.
"Give them hell, brother! The night still has 4 hours! Keep grinding WOOAAAHHHHH!" the dwarf roared, full of fighting spirit.
After I left my last Dirge Siren, I returned to the Dispatch Office and saw a large mob dragging zombie corpses around like mannequins. The whole area around the building reeked of blood and guts, but everyone was smiling.
A team of over fifty people were processing the undead for sale. I didn't know most of them, so I could only assume that they were all from various P3, P4, and P5 production guilds.
As I made my way to the dispatch office, twelve girls led by Yvonne surrounded me like a bodyguard squad. It looked weird, but I let them do what they wanted. Finally, under their cover, I entered one of the conference rooms.
Phillip told me to wait for him before retiring for the night. Golden Wick joined me in the room, standing in an orderly line like a convent of nuns.
"Dear Limitless... how are you? Are you tired?" Yvonne asked with a smile.
"What do you want Yvonne?"
"Oh, I was just wondering if you would like to place an order for more blessings in advance?"
"What good would that do me? You all cannot bless until next week, can you? Besides, your members do not seem to want to do anything with me anymore."
Yvonne then made a cough and five girls stepped forward. They all curtsied and apologized with one voice.
"Please forgive our behavior, esteemed Limitless!"
"We have already disciplined our sisters, Patron. They are just foolish girls who lacked manners and tact," Yvonne continued.
"I don't care what you do with your guild, Yvonne, please leave."
"Now, now esteemed patron. Why not have them pay with their bodies instead?" The representative said with a seductive smile.
"Excuse me?"