Chapter 183: Keep it simple [2/2]
Ignoring my what the fuck face, Phillip took a step back and looked away.
'Fine, let's just get this over with,' I inwardly complained.
"Look, I'm not good at fancy speeches, so I'll keep it simple. If you have all watched what I do, it comes down to one thing. My goal is quite straightforward, I will destroy the undead and close Hellsgate."
The room was deadly silent as I spoke, their eyes wide in surprise at the audacity of my intentions.
"I hired Overlord, Red Moon, and Golden Wick simply to help me gain more souls to kill more undead. Anything else I got is just a side benefit. Everyone here should be aware of that."
I stared at the people in the room as I paused.
"Hellsgate as a whole lacks urgency. Every day you all waste, reapers die defending the zones. This must change."
I then called out the P30L and showed it to everyone.
"I'm not sure if everyone knows this, but I am Formless. I use guns to fight, and I prepare Blessed bullets as I had no alternative for the tainted undead. In the future, I will train everyone in this room to evolve. Closing the Hell Gate is a Reaper's duty, so anyone who wishes to ally with me should be fully prepared."
Claire, remembering my words, visibly flinched at my remark. It may have been premature, but I had to mention it. I planned to expand the scope of the battle. Even an untrained civilian would be able to handle a {Fate}-enhanced firearm.
Everyone here joined Production because they could not fight. I could invest in them, but I couldn't do it for everyone. If they wanted to survive the coming storm, they would have to take their fate into their own hands.
One man raised his hand as if to ask a question. I gestured for him to speak.
"Esteemed Limitless, I say this with all due respect, but are you out of your mind? We are production guilds! We are not built for combat! We never signed up for this. Cynthia! Addison!
If this man's words are to be followed, my guild and I are leaving."
I expected them to challenge me or ask me to reconsider, but they did the opposite.
"The Red Moons will abide by the will of Limitless."
"Overlord accepts."
Yvonne, who had a broad smile on her face, raised her hand like a child.
"Golden Wick accepts!"
Suddenly, the other guilds began to vote on whether or not to accept my condition. About thirty of the guilds voted against it. Phillip, taking note of those who were against my words, called them out.
"All 100 guilds have now made their stance known, to the thirty guilds that have refused. Please leave."
"What? But we joined the LLG! What about the promised rewards?!"
Phillip said with a look of disgust.
"My dear sir, you must be mentally retarded or simply insane. The LLG was created to support the logistics of Reaper Limitless. Since you have all expressed your intention to disregard his will, why the hell should the group share the benefits with you?"
"But..."
They were about to argue further when Angela suddenly summoned her large mace and slammed it to the ground.
"Oy pussy. Coward should leave. Choose, you go walk or we cart you out in box."
The production people all clammed up when they heard Angela's threats, suddenly I heard the people behind me all draw their weapons.
"As expected from the followers of a tyrant, you are nothing but thugs! Everyone, we are leaving. You will regret this!"
Like a two-bit villain, the nameless leader of those who disagreed with me walked away. After they left, Phillip continued to address the guilds.
"Cynthia, Addison. Will the number of guilds remaining be enough if we were to process similar amounts of booty?"
"They will, more like they have too," the pink-haired woman replied.
"What do you mean? Can't you get more people?"
The dwarfish looking Addison answered in her place.
"The LLG has been blacklisted by Production as a whole, we will no longer be able to use their facilities until we agree to their demands."
'Ugh, more politics. Do I even want to ask?'
"Can you get by without them?" I inquired annoyed.
"The main problem is land, as you know, real estate in Hellsgate is extremely limited. Production requires materials and space for our workshops.
"Since we do not have either, we have to accept the impossible demands of the corrupt leadership just to be able to make things to sell," Addison explained.
Land, huh? If we didn't have enough land, we'd just have to take it, like the settlers did on Earth. The problem was, we were not fighting the natives, we had to annihilate the undead if we wanted to claim their land.
"Let's deal with that in the future, for now, can you all still sell the loot you get from my battles?"
Cynthia replied in a confident tone as she smiled.
"We'll make it work somehow, Limitless. The purpose of today's meeting was to ask how we can better support you."
I looked at Yvonne as I replied.
"Yvonne, besides Golden Wick, how many people are in the LLG who are capable of blessing?"
"I am so glad you asked, Patron, we currently have 60 reapers who can use blessings at this moment. We are almost on par with a Priority 3 Saint Division guild."
"Alright, Cynthia, Addison, get me some curatives that can restore the stamina of the Golden Wick members. That is what I need most right now. And prepare for a long night."
"I understand, then we will adjourn. We also wanted to inform you. The guilds have voted, and I will be the president of the LLG, with Addison as vice president. Yvonne will be the head of our Saint Division."
"I guess that's fine. But why are you telling me?"
"We will dissolve our guilds and reform into the LLG. Once Administration approves, the LLG will be recognized as a second production office, equal to the main one."
'Fuck, isn't this a really big deal now?'