Much like most of the things I said today, my audience was silent. I began with upgrading my officers to version 2 then announcing our future plans. The size and scope of my vision completely dwarfed the previous campaign.
Operation Rock-Paper-Scissor was just three small operations linked together. The size of Antarctica’s Reclamation was just too massive. In my short but extremely action-packed life, we fought battle after battle without cease.
Whereas normal Reapers took time to rest my work ethic rubbed off on the rest of my Reapers. As Reapers no longer needed eat, sleep nor drink, it was possible to pack more stuff into our calendars. We didn’t have more days than others, we used each day to the fullest.
Normally people lived in three eight-hour cycles. One eight hour was for sleeping. The second was for working. The last eight hour was for everything else. But as the lives of people became more and more complicated, this standard timeline was messed up.
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Prior to the industrial revolution, the general population was in agriculture, fishing or farming. Those jobs followed the sun, meaning you needed to work when nature told you to. When the light bulb was created it became possible to work in the evenings.
Which caused people to work without minding the time. But that had its own set of problems. Henry Ford would eventually create the 40-hour workweek, which set the expectations for the eight-hour work day.
Unfortunately, as the years progressed Ford’s vision slowly changed. Due to the rise of capitalism, it became normal to work well beyond 8 hours. In exchange you just gave people more money. Fast forward to today and the idea of a 40-hour work week was already obsolete.
For one, while work in the 8 hour was standard it normally extended beyond that. And that was not adding the commute and preparation. Together you were looking at 8 hours of office with 4 to 5 hours of preparation and travel.
This naturally cut into the free time, time with family, friends, hobbies and recreation. But many do not wish to skimp on those and eventually just reduce the time to sleep. In extreme cases the work shifts take so much time, nothing else can exists.
’And they wonder why people are depressed and suicidal.’
However, as someone who lived in that manner for the longest time, even when I died such matters were hard to change. Ever since my first day, I worked hard. Harder than anyone else. While normal Wraiths only fought for a couple of hours, I didn’t waste a single second.
And as a result, I had stellar results. But as it wasn’t enough for me, when I became a Phantom, I extended beyond eight hours. I only went home to sleep. Apart from the time I spent on my Honeymoon, I was practically covered in zombie blood and gun powder the entire time.
In the days leading to my Seeker war, the rest of Hellsend joined me. Perhaps seeing my example, they began to disengage themselves from human limits. My officers the ones who followed me the longest were a good example.
Much like I was they all grew by leaps and bounds. Almost everyone was already at level 5, the same level I was on. At this rate they will join us as Specters if no issues arise. However more than their levels the output my officers did was on a different league than any other battlefront.
Phillip told me as much before. Rather than forcing them, Hellsend all wanted to run after me of their own volition. All because they didn’t wish to get left behind. It took strength and drive to think that way. Although, I wasn’t sure if the Sirens helped in cultivating such a mentality.
However, because they worked like I did, where the rest of the world walked, Hellsend and I ran. Thus, while to others we were in a rush, to me it was just right. 30 days were short. But in Hellsend times it wasn’t 30 but 90 days. My officers forewent sleep when needed.
’{Rewind} and {Eat} are instrumental in this.’
My orders to all of my people were difficult. To Hellsend, the men and women before me. It was a chance to grow stronger. Most forget. The ones before me all willingly fought Andromalius when victory was uncertain. Frankly these bastards were crazy.
But that was only the thoughts of outsiders. For those of us who willingly grabbed swords by their blades in order to survive, it made sense. We all desired power. We who were weak. We who were trampled on. We who had nothing but regrets.
"Limitless, are you serious?" "Are you fucking daft?"
Amari and Mia’s reactions were understandable. If anyone else said it in passing, they would have just dismissed it as noise. But as I was the one that did, so they knew what it meant. In accordance with this single goal all my other instructions slowly began to take shape.
Sacred ammunition for a million guns. A stronger blessed round capable of killing Archdemons. 10,000 reusable benevols, 100,000 Sacred rifles that do not run out of ammunition. 500,000 soulgears that allow others to fight like us.
Arming the South American Champions with guns. Creating a unit of Shifters and Awakened for combat. Recruiting more of the Awakened as allies. Arming our forces with Faker weapons. Finally announcing to the world, that we would trade our equipment for assistance.
It was only natural what the outcome would be. An army would suddenly form. The strongest one humanity could field. While Hellsend lacked the manpower to clear Antarctica on our own, that wasn’t true for the rest of the world.
Initially I didn’t want to ask their help. But I figured we were short on time. The longer the North remained broken, the harder it would be to fortify Hellsgate as whole. After all considering how bad the Vampire conspiracy got, it was naive to think that was a one off.
If being such as Juno existed among them, I was sure it would happen again. Who was to say that no one among the Reborn would think to use the North to invade the other battlefronts?
Rather than fight each of the battlefronts, the enemy could just the Antarctica floors. This would preserve their strength and immediately bring them to Earth. They could use Earth to plan, strategize and build up their forces.
Climbing up through Antarctica would allow them to bypass everyone in the process. Once they built up enough strength they could assault the other continents via the connected floors.
’If you consider that Europe was beside Antarctica, Poroniecs invading isn’t really surprising.’
I actually had a theory. For all the strength of the supposed Chasers, they were stuck in floor 21. Anyone who saw Robyn would know that had to be a lie. My Aussie wasn’t even a full Infinity Chaser yet. And we were talking about a continent of Chasers.
My thoughts about Europe were similar. She was the continent with a long history, they had money, time and resources. So much so that 9th generation Descendants were still considered trash. Yet much like Australia they could not move forward.
Because they lacked benevols? No, that was bullshit. Europe was home to Linkers. South America developed the soul tattoos to curb their malice. It was impossible that Europe with all her Astrals from different realities could not find a similar answer.
How did that make any sense? I was barely a Phantom, yet I already made it to the 32nd floor. There had to be an explanation. And the one I noticed about Australia and Europe was that they were the neighbors of Antarctica.
What if rather than they couldn’t move forward it more like they chose not to? Europe with her Astrals saw the fall of man many times. How would these people behave if they knew a battlefront already fell? Machiavellians who justified any means for the greater good?
Similarly, why was Australia silent? Considering all the power of the Chasers why were there hardly any news of them? What if much like Europe they were already doing everything they could? Given the personality of a Chaser, I doubt these idiots knew to ask for help.
The only thing I came up with was Hellsgate had already began invading. It’s just that Australia and Europe were suffered yet were afraid of letting the others know. From that standpoint all of their actions suddenly began to make sense.