Limitless The Strongest Revenant

Joshua tried to stop his racist wife as he gave his blessing. "Gela, stop it, be nice. Congratulations Claire, you too Warren. Would you like a Sacred Salvo for your wedding?"

"Congratulations to both of you! I wish you a strong and happy marriage! Oy! Sugar, you are going to rip my shirt off!"

"Tristan! Another marriage! That makes three already! When will you marry me again? If you take too long, I will tie you up and kidnap a priest!" Isolde threatened, looking incredibly frustrated.

"KYA! I AM SO HAPPY FOR YOU, CLAIRE! Can I be your minister? I will get the Saint Division to bless your rings!"

"Congratulations Claire! Congratulations Warren! Addi, what can we get the 2nd Amendment guys as a gift?"

"Why are you asking me, Cynthia? I've never been married. A gun maybe?"

Of course, similar to my case, Warren Bryant and Claire Knight only got together a week ago. Ask anyone on earth and they would say that marriages that are consummated within a week of meeting were most likely scams.

However, I would argue to those people that it is not the amount of years in love, but the love in the years. To a reaper fighting in Hellgate, a month felt like a lifetime. When safety wasn't guaranteed, people tended to value each day more.

For me, if they found happiness in this life, they should protect it as best they could. Such strength would naturally be something that had the power to keep them alive. Except for the tragedy of one of them dying, shacking up as Reapers was an extremely joyful event.

Upon hearing the extremely good news, I turned around and sincerely congratulated them.

"Claire, Warren, congratulations. I sincerely wish you both all the happiness in the world. Have you set a date yet?"

"Hehe thanks Patron, we haven't, I still haven't told my mother. We want it to be intimate like Commander Joshua and Sis Angela's."

"Wait, what? Angela got married? When? Why wasn't I invited?"

"It was maybe two days after yours, amigo. They wanted to invite you, but you said you would shoot us if we did. So we just went without you. Even the racist chink looked pretty dressed up."

Angela punched Santi in the shoulder as she growled. "You want beating, cholo? You not invited to begin with!"

"Boss, Joshua used your wedding as a model. Taking a Seeker's vows under the light of a Sacred Salvo is now called a Hellsend wedding in the Graveyard," Mike boasted.

"Connie didn't have too, but as a gift she had Angela and I pose for an article she wrote. It was called 'Ever After: Finding Love in Hellgate. We got paid a good number of souls, which we plan to save for a rainy day. And it got a good response from the reapers."

"They did it at your church, Ami. The one near your home. They called it the Limitless Chapel. Ami! I want to get married there too! I want priority!"

"You all are not saying the most important part. Nigga, some people complained about Hellsend being rich bastards for wasting Sacreds and Blessing like fireworks. Could have been pretty bad if not for Phillip."

I turned to Phillip and he smiled devilishly.

"I just answered them as I knew you would. I promptly told them to go fuck themselves."

Hearing his words, I smiled and reached out to him.

"That's my boy. Well done. We earned those bastards. What we do with them is up to us."

The monocled bastard gripped my hand as he nodded in agreement.

"Who else would I imitate but the biggest asshole in Hellsgate?"

"Shut it, Phillip. Whatever. Joshua, Kimchi, congratulations too! I'm happy for you both. I want to give you a present! For the two couples, try to think of what you would like as a gift."

Our large group was quite noisy as we walked to the rooms. But similar to our gathering outside, no one from Administration bothered us. As their sole supplier of Devil's Remains, our influence was already enough to bend some rules.

We quickly entered one of the large conference rooms and made ourselves comfortable. The 2nd Amendment people were still in high spirits from Claire's engagement. Weddings were a happy occasion. We had too few of those here.

A few minutes later, the people I had called came in, along with a few extras. Two followed Pixie and Delroy, four followed Krishna, while the last pair were the adventurers Leo and Nyda. A group I hadn't called for came forward and joined us.

I was about to ask, but Cynthia and Addison stood up and served as their representatives.

"They are from Fortification and Academics, my lord. They also wish to join Hellsend."

I see, it was my fault that neither Van nor Terence were here. I actually forgot that we had more people from the other professions.

I gestured for everyone to sit down and started the meeting.

"I heard you all wanted to join us. Tell me why."

Pixie, who was younger than anyone else present, spoke for the slaves behind her.

"My lord, the former slaves have simply asked to be taken care of. Provide them with food and they will fight for you. They want no more than that. Oh! They also want to be paid for their work if they do a good job."

I nodded and then looked at Krishna,

"Smith John, the rogues with me are actually from different battlefronts. Like me, they wish to be protected under your rule. Few would even tolerate their presence, but now that they have seen me fight alongside Hellsend, they wish to be granted the same."

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I turned to Cynthia and she continued.

"Like Van and Terence, these people wish to join Hellsend, my lord. They are part of the groups that have been oppressed due to their nature as formless. They come here to work in exchange for being left to their own devices."

Finally, I turned to the armored knight who represented the adventurers.

The knight didn't take off his helmet, but bowed to me. He was imposing as his body was built like a mountain, complemented by his impressive height. A deep, weary voice echoed as he began to speak.

"Greetings, everyone. I am Leo. Just Leo, and this is my {Kindred} Nyda. Unlike the other professions, we are not breaking away from the Adventurers of North America. Instead, we wish to form a branch of the Adventurers under Hellsend.

"Administration has denied our request to establish a branch in the middle zones. For those in our line of work, having a base to run to is essential. Especially for our hunts. Headquarters hopes that you will allow us to do this. In exchange, a force of 250 adventurers rank 3 and above will be used to defend Hellsend."

I see, so they didn't officially join me. They were more like tenants who wanted to rent my place. Even though I saw no risk in it, I was no longer the stupid bastard who took everything at face value.

"Phillip, why did Administration deny the Adventurers' request to establish a branch?"

"My lord, in a nutshell, adventurers are known for targeting monsters behind enemy lines. Once they accomplish their goal, they usually use expensive teleportation scrolls to return home."

"Point?"

"The lazy fools or people who try to save on that expense end up running, causing the undead to follow them in what is called a monster stampede. They basically pull all the enemies in a certain zone and carry them to a defender."

"I see, so it's like a man-made floor break."

"Yes, my lord. Administration fears that if the adventurers are allowed to have a forward base, their unscrupulous members will cause the defenders to fail due to their incompetence."

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