Limitless The Strongest Revenant

What the fuck was going on? How in the world?

I stared at the large display of the Deathfall.

[Limitless Seeker War. Live Tally. Limitless: 122 M | Savior 124 M.]

[Time until Battle Harem joins the war: 0 hours, 33 minutes, 20 seconds.]

At this time, the people around me counted down.

"10!"

It felt like I was suddenly having an out-of-body experience. Maybe it was because I was tired or something.

"9!"

Despite our best efforts, Hellsend only managed to gain 34.6 million souls. This included my Kindred, who used up almost all of their reserves. My men, from the 2nd Amendment to the department heads to even Phillip, did the same.

"8!"

Yet in the next fifteen minutes, nearly 70 million souls appeared out of thin air. How the hell was that possible? This was 70 fucking million! That was 1.4 billion dollars! My mind couldn't even keep up with what was happening.

"7!"

It was so bad, I wasn't sure if I was hallucinating. I saw the fuck boi Raymond Gertrude coming back from placing a bet from Deathfall. But as much as I tried to deny it, I had {Gather}. And therefore a photographic memory.

"6!"

I looked around to see Krishna and Isolde flanking me.

Krishna had maybe ten people with him. They were all small Asians of various colors. Meanwhile, Isolde had four extremely beautiful men and women with her. They all looked like Slavs or maybe Goths.

"5!"

Connie then pulled an ugly bastard with terrible fashion sense towards me. They were accompanied by about 40 men and women, also dressed in ugly clothes. They were textbook examples of poor idiots trying to look rich.

"4!"

"Fufu. Ami, as always, you look adorable when you are confused."

"Smith John, thrives in war, not peace."

Great, now even Isolde and Krishna were making fun of me. I had to say something, but I still had to process how the hell I suddenly got 70 million. I stared back at the board to make sure I was seeing right.

"3!"

"My Lord! Please meet the Limit Royalty! This is their representative! Bernard Nelson!"

I looked at Connie and was speechless. How the hell could a reaper be so ugly? This fat ass looked like the cartoon character. Obese with shaggy hair.

"2!"

"I'm sorry, everyone. I am just overwhelmed right now," I confessed.

I never intended to make allies outside of Hellsend, at least not yet. But that they all came in my hour of need made me incredibly grateful.

I could understand Krishna and Isolde. But what about Bernard and the Limit Royalty? I didn't even know these rich bastards.

"1!"

"Krisha, Isolde, Bernard. Please stay, I want to talk to you all," I gestured to Phillip to prepare a meeting room for us.

"ZEEERRRRROOOOOOO!!!!!!"

A loud, powerful shout echoed through the air. Its intensity was like a jumbo jet suddenly passing overhead. A loud announcement soon followed.

{ATTENTION EVERYONE! THE BETTING FOR THE LIMITLESS SAVIOR SEEKER WAR IS NOW CLOSED! The final tally is 122 million to 124 million souls. The results of the tally are as follows.}

When the announcement was made, everyone suddenly became quiet. The most important detail for players was the odds. In this case.

{The Seven Sirens will be delayed for exactly 33 minutes and 20 seconds. The payout on this bet is 19-1 on Limitless and 1-19 on Savior.}

"YES!!!! 19 TO 1!!! I'm gonna be fucking rich!" "What the hell?! They gave Limitless a 5% chance of winning. That's fucking bullshit!" "Hey! Why bother?

More money for us!"

A payout of 19:1 meant that if you bet 100 souls, you would get 2000. The Sirens and I bet a total of 26.4 million souls. If we won, we would get 528 million. Even Philip, who personally bet 5 million, would walk away with 95 million if he were alone.

Unfortunately, since the total pot is only 246 million, the winners would instead split it based on our bets. So how much we got depended on how many people bet and how big their contribution was compared to the total money available.

On the other hand, 1:19 meant that they had to bet 1900 souls before they would win even 100. If it was only 100 souls, they would only get 105 with their original bet or just 5 souls.

The fact that the whole world believed that I would lose was either because they thought I was crazy or because they felt that I had no chance of winning.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

I felt the soul signatures of my girls going to the teleportation circles. While any reaper could wish themselves home, if you wanted to go somewhere else, the teleportation circles were the best way to go.

'Where are they all going?' I wondered inwardly.

I had noticed a while ago that they were all hiding from me in a soul cage similar to the one Zach had made. Did they have something they didn't want me to know?

Using our pseudo-spiritual connection, I called to them.

'Sirens, come to me.'

But none of them turned my way. Then I sent them messages.

[Everyone? Where are you all going?]

[Husband, the Sirens have an errand. Bella needs some things for tomorrow. We will help her. We will return soon.]

Unused to such a cold response. I was somehow saddened by Jasmine's lack of affection. But maybe she was just stressed. Find your next adventure on m_v l|e-NovelBin.net

Normally, it was a good idea to allow your partner to have a separate life from you. The saying that absence makes the heart grow fonder was true.

[Is that so? Then take care of yourselves. Come back to me soon].

Again, no one replied. Did I do something wrong? Although it was wrong, I tried to ask Exa for details.

[Exa, you were with the Sirens earlier. What were they talking about in the soul cage?]

[I apologize Limitless, the Sirens vehemently asked me not to tell you. I could tell you, but that would violate their trust. In addition to the insult, they might have me removed.]

'Hmm, that was frustrating. We were getting along just a while ago. What changed?'

[Exa, I will give them their privacy for now. But only as long as everyone is safe. As your master, the moment they are hurt, you will tell me, understood?]

[Yes, Limitless.]

Phillip's voice called my attention. "My lord, the room is ready. Everyone please proceed to the meeting spaces in the dispatch office."

Just like a real army, I noticed that Joshua and my men had their XM7 rifles out. Even Vela's Wolves had their hands on their pistols, ready to draw.

It was understandable, I guess, but openly showing hostility to friends was in very poor taste.

"Joshua, take the army and rest. Everyone has done well. See you tomorrow. Phillip, Van and Cynthia, come with me."

However, Isolde suddenly raised her finger and pointed to one of the 2nd Amendment.

"Ami. Him too," the normally bubbly Isolde was cold and authoritative. Caught off guard, I looked at the man she was pointing at. I noticed that Isolde had clenched her jaw and her eyes had become reptilian.

'What the hell is going on here?' I remarked inwardly.

"Me? Mi'lady, I am just a single grunt," Mike Walker commented in surprise as he pointed at himself.

Isolde said nothing but moved towards the dispatch office. I gestured for Mike to come with me while Joshua led the rest of Hellsend back to rest. The Cowboy from Washington moved next to me and asked in a whisper.

"Boss, who is that lovely lass? She's got a smoking body. She ain't yours, is she?"

"No, she is not. She is Isolde Drache, a German Phantom who can turn into a wyvern. She is really old, like over a thousand years old. And a play called Tristan and Isolde is based on her life. She is a widow because her husband is already dead."