Satisfied with our deal, the bald bastard and I were happy as hell. I basically sold my blood for guns and a fucking tank. But I didn't feel bad at all.
"Vincent, can I get another one of those souped up Escalades?"
"You an to give it to the Simmons?"
Was I really that predictable? I wasn't even surprised anymore. Wordlessly, I just nodded.
"I can make arrangents, shall I also order a smaller car for your adoptive mother? The Bladed Kitsune was quite angry that we didn't act when the little lady was kidnapped."
"Aki, ans well. Don't think too badly of her."
"My lord. Are you aware of the rumors about her?"
"I am. She tried to kill yesterday. I could barely defeat her. But she is mine now, so treat her with respect."
"I see. Your harem is very impressive, my lord."
"They are not my harem."
"These won hold affection for you, do they not? And you cherish them as well. Would you allow them to be with other n? If not, even if you remain noncommittal, aren't they already your won?"
"..."
Vincent's words left speechless. Blood lust and possessive jealousy caused my emotions to erupt. The re thought of my won flirting with other n made clench my fists in anger.
'How could I allow such a thing to happen? Those bastards want to cuck ? OF ALL PEOPLE? FUCK YOU! THE SIRENS ARE TOO GOOD FOR YOU DIRTY FUCKS! I HAVEN'T EVEN TASTED THOSE SUCCULENT PUSSIES YET!
THEY ARE MINE YOU FUCKING INSECTS!'
A loud voice then roared in the background. "MY LORD PARDON !"
I looked around and noticed Vincent grabbing my neck, in reflex I grabbed his hand and bodyslamd him to the ground. In the sa second I sent a lightning-fast kick to his gut, pulled out the 1911 and shoved it in his mouth.
"YOU DARE, MOTHERFUCKER?! I WILL END YOU!"
Vincent, spewing blood, still tried to grab my foot. As I wondered what the hell he was doing, I suddenly felt a wave of calm enter my body. My emotions, which had been roaring like a great wildfire, suddenly died away, as if quenched by a rainstorm.
Clarity of mind suddenly allowed to see Vincent's pitiful state. His breathing was labored, and his eyes were bloodshot. He seed to be on the verge of death.
His massive weight probably broke his spine when I slamd him into the concrete. Since I didn't hold back, he experienced the full power of my enhanced body.
If he died now, it would be troubleso for . I quickly shot my hand and let the blood drip into his mouth. Then I used {Retrieve} to get a {Heal} tablet. I stepped down from the gangster and gave him the tablet.
I have seen this thing heal even reapers near death. So a human should be able to recover just as easily. In a short span of a few seconds, Vincent's face, which had already beco deathly pale, returned to normal.
"I am sorry Vincent. Please forgive ."
I pulled him back up and apologized for my outburst. This was the third ti I had experienced a soul collapse. I had to find a way to stop them from happening.
"My Lord, if you don't mind asking. How many souls have you stored in your gem?"
Wondering why he needed such information, I hesitated. However, considering that I had almost killed this man, I relented and answered truthfully.
"63,202. Why do you ask?"
"Was there a ti when you carried more than 100,000?"
Co to think of it, since the second night I have always had more than 100,000. Currently, the only reason I only had 63,000 on was because I used 100,000 to establish Limitless Industries and pay off my debt of 26,000 souls.
"Every day since Tuesday? I used 126,000 just this morning, so this would be the only ti since I beca a Reaper that it would be below 100,000."
"I see, and you have yet to select a zone to defend, correct?"
"Yes. What are you trying to say Vincent?"
"My lord, please look at your ankle."
I followed his words and observed a small pendant tied to my foot. It looked like so kind of necklace. When did I get this thing?
"Esteed one, this necklace is mine. It is an artifact made from devil's remains. It purifies the malice of a reaper. It also blocks death resonance when worn by a human."
So that's how he negated my orders earlier. Feeling that there was more to learn, I remained silent. I felt guilty when I understood. Earlier, he had tried to put this on my neck, only for to almost murder him in response.
"Everything I am to tell you is knowledge I have learned from serving the house of a Specter. Reapers who live in Hellsgate collect souls just by existing."
Right, that was sothing I knew from my first night. Bella ntioned that we collected souls from anything and everything that died around us.
Vincent, seeing my silence, continued, "Along with souls are negative emotions, which the Specters call malice. In simple words, malice amplifies the evil in a reaper's heart."
For a human to know information that even Phantoms did not know, this person was truly soone I needed on my side. His words were even more accurate than Phillip's.
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"It's a secret known only to Administration. There's a reason why the Battlefront doesn't encourage excessive hunting. It is because the more souls a reaper acquires, the more his soul succumbs to his desires."
"Simply put, whenever a reaper captures a soul, it's emotions are transferred to the reaper. Happiness, sadness, and grief. But this is Hell, do you really expect to see happy souls here? The more negative emotions a reaper has, the greater the chance of their soul collapsing."
"This evil in its purest form is the seven deadly sins incarnate. Pride, anger, lust, gluttony, sloth, greed, and envy. Anything that can trigger these primal desires would awaken the malice within you that triggers a collapse," Vincent continued.
"..."
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