YM778.TV Chapter 309: Here, eat this [2/2]
"So? Mind telling me what the hell is going on?"
"Esteemed Limitless, greed can only motivate people so far. Basically, your absurd hunting rate created the LLG. It took over 100 production guilds with 10 to 12 members each to process your loot in a single night.
"But when 30 of those groups left, the rest, which were barely 800 people, were already overwhelmed. Without the facilities of production, what took 50 people to do before now took 200.
"When the 2nd Amendment came in, the work was so brutal that about 100 quit, further burdening the rest. Divided between sales, logistics, and the actual dismantling teams, there is hardly enough time to rest or even eat.
"As if that were not enough, Mistress Minerva further reduced the number to less than 500. Those who were dismissed simply went back to the frist Production group. Even worse, Vela\'s wolves practically doubled the loot."
As Phillip detailed all the problems that were going on behind the scenes, I grew amazed. Who knew that all this was happening just to turn my kills into money. Even if the LLG originally did it because they needed souls for the tax, no one liked being overworked.
We could increase their share of the loot, but that was only a temporary solution. The real problem was the lack of people and their exhaustion. And unlike companies on Earth, neither taking the dismantling teams to the beach nor giving them pizza would help.
"Anyway, with the LLG barely able to keep up, the addition of the Sirens makes it impossible to proceed, we would need ten times more people than we have now," Phillip complained.
"I see, is it possible to ask Production to reconsider helping us?"
The dwarf who remained on the ground replied in a dejected voice.
"They would, in exchange for a monopoly on the materials. That would only turn the LLG into their cashcow, Limitless."
"Then is it possible to ask the other professions for help? Don\'t the defenders usually have combined Fortification and Production groups? Why not just ask them?"
"Esteemed Limitless. Workshops and guilds generally do not get along. Fortification sees Production as women and emasculated men. On the other hand, Production sees them as barbarians, not craftsmen," Phillip explained.
"The battlefront is already going to shit, why the hell are the professions at each other\'s throats?"
"I don\'t think you\'re in a position to say that, Esteemed Limitless. You are going to war tomorrow, right?"
"I suppose, [Inventory] two Big Macs."
I pulled a couple of burgers out of my subspace. When people were depressed, eating was the best and cheapest cure. Or so I thought. I was about to give my burgers to the President and Vice President of the LLG when I remembered something.
\'Ah, they don\'t have {Eat}. For them, this would just be an ordinary burger. How can I make them regain their stamina with this?\'
"Guys, can you help me out here?"
As I spoke to my {Fates}, my Soulgem heated up a bit before returning to normal. When I checked my status, I saw the presence of a new Kismet. I invoked my new ability as I touched the burgers.
"{Comfort Food}".
{Comfort Food} combined {Eat}, {Gather}, {Code}, {Digest}, and {Announce}. It basically ordered your cells to relax when they were overfed with nourishment. I quickly approached Addison and Cynthia and handed them the burgers.
"Here, eat this, you will feel better."
One had no energy and the other was in tears. Both looked at my burgers suspiciously before taking a bite, but the moment they did, their faces fell in euphoria as they tasted the {Fate} enhanced burgers.
Within seconds, like starving beggars, they both devoured the burgers.
"Limitless! What the fuck is up with this burger! I have to get one for everybody!" Cynthia screamed.
"My fatigue disappeared and I feel amazing! Look!" Addison exclaimed as he stood up and did some vigorous stretching.
I had food, but there was no way I could feed five hundred people. Phillip, who had a greedy-looking face, was waiting for my orders.
"Addison, Cynthia, call everyone from LLG and have them assemble here. Phillip, is there anyone here who sells food? Preferably soup or meat."
"Yes." X2
"Follow me."
Phillip led me back to the production building and went up to the second floor. Of course, the Production Reapers who saw me were gossiping like crazy.
"YO! Isn\'t that Limitless? And Phillip Scrivener? Weren\'t they blacklisted?"
"No, silly, the ones blacklisted are the LLG. Why would anyone turn away a fucking rich customer?"
"I heard that the LLG guys all wanted to quit, though? I heard some of them even ditched work just to go to Arcus Kiss."
"Shit! I hope he buys some of my merchandise! Something, anything!"
"Fuck that shit, I heard Limitless was a high roller! Maybe I can get a tip for being his errand boy."
The whole 2nd floor was buzzing after my arrival. Some of them even left their stalls to serve as my guides. But Phillip turned them all down. Surprisingly, everyone was respectful and polite.
Eventually Phillip took me to a secluded diner with dilapidated furniture around it. The sign showed ugly as fuck lettering that said "Hangry and Sappy". Seeing the shitty sign, I raised my eyebrows as Phillip entered.
Inside was an equally dirty diner with no customers and a single pair of people in aprons.
A white woman with African dreadlocks stepped forward with a smile. "Greetings, customers! What are you having today? We have 75% off our Burger and Fries menu for only forty souls!"
What the hell was this place? A burger for forty souls? That was $800 for a single burger. No wonder no one was here.
The guy on the other side, a six-foot-tall brown-skinned Asian, held up a sign that said 75% off. While the diner was nothing to write home about, the people were.
The man was a Phantom, but the little woman in front of me was a fucking Specter.
"Phillip?" I asked my waiter in confusion.
He then introduced me to the store owners.
"Mr. Smith, this is Adam and Eva Baker. The owners of the only Production-licensed restaurant on the battlefront. They sell authentic earth food or dishes made from monster meat. While there are others, only they can cater to your needs."
"I see."
Phillip didn\'t introduce me as Limitless, but as John Smith. I had no idea why, but I just followed his lead.
"Hello, I am John Smith. I need someone who can feed 500 people for a simple meal. My clerk brought me here to see if you could help me."
The woman\'s eyes lit up as she confirmed.
"500 customers? Of course we can do that? When is your event?"
"Today. Right now."
"Is that so? Then go fuck yourself, Mr. Smith," Eva said with a smile.
Philip chuckled and elaborated.
"Ms. Eva. The man in front of you is also known as Limitless. And he may be able to solve your problem."
" I understand. Then go fuck yourself as well, Limitless."