BXBX NOVEL Chapter 151: My What? [2/2]
"Also, for the record, killing is prohibited. The war will be fought in an unoccupied zone and will only end when you surrender or get everyone from Savior to surrender."
"Will I get any help with Xander Rutherford?"
"Ah, I couldn't tell you before you went crazy, could I?"
I remained silent, waiting for his next words.
"Well, an order came down from His Highness David Thomas, Xander Rutherford was banned from taking part in the war. It seems his highness said that if Xander insisted on participating, his highness would enter the war as your ally."
"Eh?"
"Indeed. While there have been few Seeker wars with Specters before, His Highness has expressed that for this one, only Phantoms and below may join. You can call on anyone to join as your reinforcements, provided they are only Phantoms or Wraiths."
"..."
Somehow David solved the biggest problem I had with this war. It was just like Zach said, David only cared about Xander, not Savior. Ecstatic about the new news, my smile came out naturally.
"Mr. Smith, may I remind you that even without the Specter, you will be fighting two hundred Reapers. Thirty of them are Phantoms. Can't you just make peace with them?"
"No, I cannot."
Hearing my own words, I remembered the debate I had with Claire and Golden Wick.
'I am not trying to bully you lot, but virtue is a privilege of the strong. If you are weak, swallow your pride and do whatever it takes to survive.'
'Would you be willing to do what you preach Patron?'
'Our honor is the only thing that allows us to take pride in our life! No matter how difficult it gets! Even when the world shuns us! We get to keep our head up high because of our Honor! Someone like you would never understand!'
'Honor cannot kill the undead'.
I said such words, yet here I was, about to go to war with over two hundred reapers for my revenge.
Maybe I was like Claire. If I accepted and surrendered to the Savior, I would live, but I would definitely be too ashamed to raise my face to Krishna, the Yuddha Rakshas, Mike and Santiago.
Phillip made a sad face, as if he saw a man on borrowed time.
"Too bad, it was good while it lasted. We had a pretty good thing going too. I suppose one shouldn't be too greedy in this life."
"Why do you talk as if I were already dead?"
"Because, Mr. Smith, you are a lunatic who does not listen to reason."
"..."
I had no rebuttal to his statement.
"No matter how powerful you are, Just as Phantoms can never defeat Specters, Wraiths cannot defeat Phantoms. Moreover, you will be fighting thirty of them. On top of over a hundred and fifty Wraiths."
Phillip stood up and began to pick up the broken glass around us.
"Mr. Smith, even if you asked for help, Savior is notorious for its excessive cruelty. You can ask for help, but realistically, those who answer would have to be willing to die for you. And all for what? A bunch of reapers you barely know?"
Somehow I thought I could hear myself trying to convince Claire to stop being so virtuous. But then I remembered that our motivations were fundamentally different.
She chose to suffer everything so that she could take the moral high ground. That was her identity. Her label as a virtuous reaper allowed her to survive to see the next day.
I, on the other hand, wanted to kill them. Was it for some great reason like honor? I didn't think so. If I had to pinpoint a reason, it was also related to my identity.
These people were messing with Limitless. So not kicking their ass no longer became an option.
That was the real reason. The Yuddha Rakshas, Mike and Santiago were really just excuses. The only reason I picked a fight with them was because they messed with me first.
'Maybe I am a lunatic.' I thought to myself.
But I wonder what the whole soul collapse thing was about. Just thinking about the Sirens made me see gruesome depictions of their deaths. What was that all about?
I need to investigate further in the future.
For now, my goal is to earn as many souls as possible and prepare for my war with the Saviors. I also need to go shopping.
I got up and brushed myself off. Phillip then asked as I left the destroyed meeting room.
"What are you going to do tomorrow night, Mr. Smith?"
"I'm just going to go out and kill undead like I did tonight. Please tell the Production guilds that we will have a repeat of tonight from tomorrow until Friday."
"Got it, I will tell them. Will you not try to find some allies to help you?"
"I don't need any."
"..."
"What?"
"Are you sure you don't need people? You can buy slaves or hire some Mercenaries."
"Thank you for the advice Phillip. But this fight is personal. They made the mistake of messing with me. And now they will find out what happens next."
"..."
my clerk made a difficult face as if he wanted to say something.
"Well, what is it?"
"Isn't that the other way around? You are the one in danger of dying."
"That's what you think. I have been fighting nonstop since I became a Reaper. If a Revenant couldn't make me back down, what makes you think a bunch of Phantoms could," I boasted.
"My word, I don't know if you're being foolishly courageous or courageously foolish."
"I am neither, I am me, nothing more, nothing less."
"I may not come to fight for you Limitless but know that I support you in spirit."
"That's about as useful as changing your profile page on Facebook," I replied.
"Mr. Smith, Would you like thoughts and prayers instead?"
"Haha, no just shove them up your ass."
Perhaps because I was afraid of how close I came to losing my mind, I continued to joke with Phillip until I was summoned back to Earth, marking the end of my second night.