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"Right, it\'s just amazing! You must be really smart or something. I haven\'t been able to control them all at once yet."

"What do you mean? Didn\'t you make all seven bodies dance at the same time?"

"I did, but I also didn\'t. Are you familiar with the concept of muscle memory, my lord?"

Muscle memory was when you do something so often that your body remembers it. At that point you no longer had to think. Your body itself would be able to do anything from simple to complex as long as it became muscle memory.

"I see, so you were dancing with muscle memory. You switched to a different channel and had it perform automatically?"

"Yes, my lord. By using an action that is ingrained in your body, you can \'feel\' yourself doing it even without actively doing it. Just like those people who juggle and ride a unicycle."

"Then does that mean you don\'t know how to control them all at once? Muscle memory breaks down when something outside the norm happens."

Pixie looked down and muttered in response. "I apologize, my lord. It took me months just to be able to move them. It could just mean I was stupid since you learned it all in less than fifteen minutes."

Then I put my hand on her head and rubbed it.

"Don\'t belittle your own accomplishments, Pixie. You are very smart to have figured this out on your own. Then how did the others do it? I saw that this Soulgear had an extremely low rating."

"I tried to lend it to some people when I was short of souls. They called it trash and insulted my mother for being a bitch."

Hearing such words made me feel a little sad. Children without parents were naturally targets of bullying because there wasn\'t anyone to defend them. Fortunately, the next person to speak up dispelled the gloomy mood.

"Don\'t worry, man. I slugged that bastard right after. Ain\'t no one going to bully Pixie and stay in one piece. Not while I\'m around," the Jamaican boasted.

"D..."

I stared at Pixie, who looked at her guardian like a girl in love. While I was glad she found a good man, it didn\'t help my situation at all.

"Hmm. Muscle memory, huh?"

I didn\'t do much exercise. My muscle memory was probably limited to typing and stapling shit. That and probably shooting. The only way I could test this was probably with guns. I called up {Day by Day} and summoned my avatars.

"Pixie, I will test your theory in battle. Come with me."

"Where are we going?" she asked.

"To a fallen zone used for training."

"Brutha, Pixie can\'t fight. And I can beat up humans, but I have never fought zombies none."

I ignored Delroy\'s words as I left the room. Both of them tried to follow me in a hurry.

"If that is the case, then forget about me taking you to the lower levels. I have no need for baggage. You saw my promo, right? What I said there was true. You two are free to cower in a corner, but I will not wait for you while you do so."

"But..." Pixie tried to grab my hand as I walked forward.

Remembering that this child needed a gentler hand, I stopped and stroked her head.

"Pixie. I am releasing you from your responsibilities to me. Here is the document for your freedom. My life is one of constant battle. If you cannot pick up a weapon, you will only die as collateral. I will send you some money after I win my war."

"But. I-I..."

"Delroy will be with you. He has a good head on his shoulders, he will be able to work for both of you. If you have any problems, just go to Phillip, my clerk, or Cynthia of Hellsend. They have connections for jobs."

"My lord, are you abandoning me? Have I done a bad job? Don\'t the Ten Graves have people who don\'t fight? I can cook! Can I join those who cook in your promo?"

I smiled as gently as I could as I answered.

"No, Pixie. You did a wonderful job. And unlike the big sister in Arcus Kiss, you have the courage to step forward. I am proud of you. The Ten Graves is the place where we get new recruits. Everyone there will be called upon to fight at some point.

Even the cooks are not exempt."

"Then let me join you, my lord," the little girl blurted out.

"Your reason?"

"I feel it will be safer with you than doing it alone. And technically, I am still your slave. You are supposed to pay my taxes. Here, you can have this back."

Pixie returned the document with a smile. Then I handed it to Delroy.

"What do you want to do?"

"I will follow Brutha. Not as a slave, but as Pixie\'s guardian," Delroy replied. He took the document that made them both slaves and put it in his pocket.

\'I have a feeling she does not want you as her guardian though.\'

"Very well. For now, just come and watch me. You don\'t need to fight."

I led them to the teleportation circles and took them to a fallen zone. When we arrived, the sound of zombies groaning echoed around us.

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"Perfect. {Monday}."

A called one of my avatars and switched to my conference HUD.

"[Inventory] F90s. Ebony, Ivory."

After taking out two bullpup rifles and two pistols, I handed an F90 MBR and Ebony to Monday.

It felt strange to be the one holding out the weapon and the one receiving it. However, when Monday received both weapons, I suddenly felt myself working the controls and shouldering the rifle.

I saw a group of zombies about 300 meters to the west. taking off the safety of my rifle, I used Sunday to snipe the head of one of the undead. The group turned and started running in my direction.

Keeping my POV in Sunday, I moved Monday and prepared to fire. It was strange, my body felt the recoil, which threw my aim off quite a bit. And without {Perceive}\'s family of {Fates}, my accuracy was abysmal.

Still, the goal was not mythical shooting. It was controlling two bodies at once. Without switching to Monday, it was like playing in 3rd person. Like in an old Resident Evil game, I turned Monday in 3rd person and fired in bursts.

Sunday with {Limitless} could see that the bullets would hit some of the zombies. Since the F90 used by Monday was part of my arsenal, it would automatically reload.

\'Still, this is tough. When was the last time I fired a weapon without {fates}?\'

Things I took for granted were all starting to make the fight harder. Still having trouble shooting with Monday, I shouldered my weapon and took out the approaching zombies.

"My lord! You made it! This is amazing!" Pixie cheered.

"{Tuesday}, [Inventory] BLR 81."

I summoned another Soul Avatar and gave it the F90 MBR. Although I couldn\'t aim accurately, being able to fire in the general direction was a step forward.

With Sunday or my main body, I shot zombies to taunt them with the BLR 81 lever action. And Monday and Tuesday I had to shoot the mobs. Perhaps because I was slowly getting used to multiboxing, Monday started hitting more and more zombies accurately.

"{Wednesday}, [Inventory] FT5."

I repeated the steps, but had the third Soul Avatar use the FT5 instead. By using a rocket launcher, my poor aim with my fourth active body managed to score a hit after hit.

"Alright. Let\'s continue," I still had an over an hour to get this shit down, and I didn\'t have a moment to waste.