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Chapter 195: When a reaper dies. [2/2]

    "But you have to fight on the front line, brother. Even if we earn less, at least we are safe."


    "I know that, man, but still, if even a little girl can do it, why can''t I?"


    "You really believe that? That girl is a nt, there is no way she is a Production Saint!"


    "That''s not true, I know her. Her name is ire, I saw her haggling in the lower floors before. She is from Golden Wick, a no-name Saint guild."


    At that moment, someone tapped me on the shoulder.


    "It seems that your gamble worked, Esteemed Limitless. That was probably why you chose ire, wasn''t it?"


    I turned and answered the monocled clerk.


    "Among other things, how are things going on your end?"


    "The LLG will be officially approved tomorrow. President Cynthia, Vice President Addison, and Chief Saint Yvonne will lead the three looting teams. They will take turns looting, processing, and selling."


    "I see, do you have a way to make sure that our Devil''s Remains are not stolen?"


    "Chief Saint Yvonne seems to have some countermeasures. ording to her, only saints can detect the remains in the first ce, so there is no risk of them being stolen by ordinary production members."


    "Good. Then I will leave it to you. Everyone else has a fancy title, what are you supposed to be now?"


    Phillip smiled smugly before answering.


    "For your information, I am now the administrator of LLG."


    "..."


    "Hehe great right? I know. I know. I was speechless too."


    "No, I just think your title isme as fuck."


    "..."


    "Tell them to call you a director or something. You are already in Administration and your title is Administrator? That''s justzy as hell."


    "Esteemed Limitless, have I told you how much of an ass you are?"


    "Haha, no you have not."


    Just then, I heard a loud scream that caught everyone''s attention.


    "HOLY SHIT! IT''S A SPIKEDOG! AND THERE''S THREE OF THEM!"


    "What? Really?"


    The production dismantling teams all ran toward the bodies, cheering as they saw the gruesome scene.


    "What the hell happened to them? They are full of holes? Guns can do that to an E-ss?"


    "No way! They must have used soulgear or something."


    "Get back to work youzy bastards! We are paid to work, not gawk. Who cares how it died! Salvage the mother fuckers! Those spikes cost a fortune! Move it!"


    A little further away.


    "ire, how did those giant dogs die?"


    "Huh! I helped kill one of them, we did it with Blessed Bullets."


    "What? How many blessed rounds do you have left?"


    rie then huddled with her sisters and whispered. Of course, I could still hear her.


    "We still have them all. {Rewinds} 2nd ability is {Reload}, which basically gives Patron''s guns infinite ammunition."


    "What!" "No way!" "Then..." "Isn''t it!"


    "Shh! Keep quiet! Yes, the longer this goes on, the more powerful Patron and his armies will be."


    "ire, is it possible to join the 2nd Amendment?"


    "I don''t know, we''ve only just been formed. But if we have openings, I will ask the guys to take you girls first."


    Yvonne broke away from her group and walked over to me.


    "Patron, I am sorry for noting to you until now, I am the leader of this group, here are the blessed rounds we were able toplete in the time that has passed. With this, all the rounds we owe you have beenpleted."


    I took the small bag containing about ten rounds and nodded. Yvonne then fiddled with her hands as she continued.


    "Patron, ire told me some things and I wanted to verify. Do you really still have every single blessed round we ever made?"


    "I do."


    "Then, um..."


    Yvonne made a worried face as she struggled to express her thoughts. I could guess her worries to some extent. Anyone who understood economics knew that supply and demand determined value.


    If I continued to umte blessed rounds, the likely oue would be. With no demand, I would buy less or stop buying altogether. Yvonne would have to drastically lower her price or find new customers to remain relevant.


    "Yvonne, you are thinking too much. I will not cancel my contract with you. Once I havepletely blessed my entire arsenal, I will supply my army with your blessings. The only time I would not need you and the Holy Division is when the undead are gone."


    Hearing my words, Yvonne cheered excitedly before calming down.


    "YEEET! Ahem. Is that so? I understand, patron. Please leave the dismantling to us. And thank you for looking after ire."


    Phillip, who was standing by my side, couldn''t help but chuckle at the immaturity of our young head saint. I then pulled out my GRI, which turned back to a phone and selected another dirge siren.


    "Phillip, the 2nd A and I will be leaving, call for a new Defender and take care of the fallen."


    I pointed at four covered corpses as I walked towards the squad.


    "Of course, esteemed Limitless. Rest assured, I will take care of it."


    ''Take care of corpses, huh.''


    On Earth, taking care of a corpse meant preparing it for the afterlife. Either by burying it or by cremating it. Originally people buried corpses because it helped nourish the soil. But more important than the body, most people wonder what happens to the soul.


    "I wonder what happens when a reaper dies?" I asked no one in particr.


    We have already been to hell, where do we go after that? Do we go back to a new life like the Buddhists believe, wait for judgment like the Christians, or maybe go to another world like the Japanese Isekai?


    "I guess I will worry about it when I die."


    With death looming over my head, I still had much to do thating Saturday. The seeds of change were already nted. If my actions could help make the world a better ce, there was no reason not to.


    "2nd Amendment! Gather up! We are moving out."


    ire gave her sisters a quick hug and ran toward me, the others just resting nearby.


    Momentster, the group reassembled and checked their weapons.


    "All right, we still have six hours. Let''s kill as much as we can, okay?"


    "ROGER!" x7
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