BXBX NOVEL Chapter 201: Let's dance! [2/2]
"While I trust you all, your friends or lovers are not included. Greed or envy will come out if the income information is shared carelessly. Do not share beyond the squad, are we clear?"
"Roger." X7
Cynthia nodded and started her report.
"The totals for the results are as follows. For the 1st zone, we found only 430 bodies out of 570 supposed Rank F's. For the 2nd, of the supposed 400, only 280 bodies were processed."
"Was it because I blew them up? I used a lot of grenades," I interjected.
"That may be one of the reasons, but I think the blessed bullets did more damage. If we assume that the missing bodies were all blessed, that means 260 rank F's were purified. According to the Holy Division, they found three sets of remains."
"Wait! They found three? Seriously?" I shouted excitedly.
The others noticed my reactions but had "what the hell are you talking about" expressions. Phillip had a smug look on his face and opened his mouth to speak.
"Allow me to explain, they are..."
His long-winded explanations, while informative, were shit, so I cut him off with a short version instead.
"Zombie guts that keep reapers from going insane. Worth 30,000 souls each."
"Holy..." "Seriously?" "Well shit!" "Damn..." "Wow!"
Phillip looked like he wanted to slap me, but I ignored him and gestured for Cynthia to continue.
"Yes, because of the three devil remains, we would make a killing if we sold them all. The 700 corpses from the zones, on the other hand, only brought us 7,000 souls."
When the team members heard how much we had made, their jaws dropped. Of course, the LLG people still had to take their cut, and we still had to pay the Saints, but the results were definitely impressive.
"One of the Spikedogs had minimal damage and was sold for 20,000 souls, and the other two were sold for a total of 5,000 each. Combined, the total income from the two zone defenses is 37,000 souls, or 127,000 souls if we sell the Devil's Remains."
When they heard the final number, the 2nd Amendment went ballistic and started screaming like they had won the lottery.
The amount Cynthia reported was just for the loot. It did not even include the actual souls these people earned by killing or the bonuses I received from the dirge sirens.
Warren, in particular, suddenly grabbed me in a bear hug and threw me into the air.
"I'M GOING TO FOLLOW YOU FOREVER NIGGA!"
The others in the zone all looked in our direction as the 2nd Amendment caught me and threw me in the air again. Phillip, even Cynthai were shouting similar cheers.
I mean, why wouldn't they, the loot alone was worth 2.5 million dollars. Money or souls, the amount was insane, and it was all done in less than an hour.
Everyone was in an ecstatic mood. More so as this money was earned by those whom the reaper's despised as trash.
After being thrown a few times, I escaped my men's hands and landed on the ground.
"Look, I know you are all happy, but we are just getting started, Joshua, here is my GRI, discuss with them which one you want to take. I need to talk to Cynthia and Phillip about something."
"Got it Commander," Joshua held the GRI and walked away while the rest of the 2nd Amendment discussed how to earn the most.
"Amigo, why not just use blessed rounds, 30 grand each, if we got 3 out of 200 then how many would we get out of a thousand?"
"I say we stick with lead, the blessed rounds are for emergencies," Mike cautioned.
Scott had a different suggestion. "One of the rank Es was lobotomized by Joshua, right? Why not hunt those Es instead, they sold for 20 grand compared to the two 5k's we blew up into confetti."
"Greedy bad! Reckless and you die! Oppa, lets do Normie hunts instead."
"Nigga the earnings for that is too low, the remains on the other hand are based on chance. Big game is where its at. What about you boo?"
Claire abstained from voting, saying, "I'm still a beginner, so I'll go with what the group decides."
It was amusing to guess what the 2nd Amendment would decide. Each of them came from different backgrounds and different places. So of course their opinions were based on their values.
However, I ignored them as I had another matter to discuss.
"Cynthia, I will buy the three remains, the next five you see are also mine. Anything beyond that you are free to sell."
"Huh? No need for that Limitless, just take them! The LLG was created because of you, anyway."
"No, if I start throwing my weight around, others will follow. I will buy them. The dismantling teams need motivation to work," I reasoned.
"It looks like Yvonne was right," the woman replied.
"What?"
"Yvonne kept saying that there was no need to worry about our income because Limitless would treat everyone fairly. Forgive me for not believing her first esteemed Limitless. Thank you for considering the best interests of the LLG."
"Uh, okay... the other thing I wanted is this."
I pulled out the {Honey Trap} soulgear and showed it to Cynthia.
"Ah, I know that vase, its {Honey Trap} right?"
"Yes. I want more of them, and if possible, I want to turn their effects into a regular item."
"A regular item? You mean one that doesn't use souls?"
"Yes. And I also wanted to ask, how are Soulgears made? I plan to turn my {Fate} into a Soulgear."
Suddenly, Phillip and Cynthia made sick faces, as if they were talking about politics or religion. Phillip then began to wipe his monocle as he explained.
"Esteemed Limitless, Soulgears are created from the Soulgems of a deceased Reaper."
"..."
Cynthia added.
"It's true, I'm afraid, the only way to create a soulgear is from a dead reaper. Replicas like this one exist, but there is no way to create one from scratch. That is why reaper corpses are recovered no matter how badly they are destroyed."