I switched POV back to Sunday as I scanned thending zone. Even with the tent blocking my view, I could still see the people with {Imaging}. But since there were over 50 new Reapers, I had trouble finding specific people.


    "Exa, how many Phantoms am I looking at?"


    [Besides Logan Hart, 4 other Phantoms arrived].


    "What are their abilities?"


    [Foresight, sticity, speed, and telepathy.]


    "Shit! Why the fuck is Reuben Alford already here?!"


    I quickly pulled out a magazine for the BLR 81 which was loaded with 7mm Remington Sacreds.


    "Forget Logan and the others, we have to kill Reuben NOW!"


    After cocking the lever action rifle, I prepared to take my shot. Without wasting another second, I aimed at Reuben''s soul gem, which was at his throat.


    Tense with anxiety, I squeezed the trigger.


    A dazzling star erupted from my lever action rifle and zed like a phoenix.


    Despite my sudden strike. Reuben Alford, the "B-Ball," looked up into my scope and smiled. He was a slim guy with a nice beard and a glowing bandana on his forehead.


    ''SHIT! Its already active!''


    At the same moment, a blur moved and carried Reuben to safety. Despite being only half a secondte, my Sacred missed its target.


    A loud explosion erupted as thending zone burned like an inferno. More than ten people were charred to a crisp where I had shot. Bodies burned outside the crater as reapers screamed in pain.


    Upon examination, I found Logan''s body missing the right side of his torso. No longer moving, his face was frozen in fear. Since his soulgem was on the side he lost, he was officially dead.


    It was ironic, really. Reapers could lose any part of their body as long as their soulgem was intact. Beheaded, dismembered, halved, quartered, it made no difference. With the soulgem, they could simply rebuild their body.


    However, the same immortal bodies were like empty shells when the opposite happened. Like puppets that had lost their strings. Without an intact soulgem, reapers were just empty husks.


    "Who cares about the small fry? Where are they?!" I worried.


    From Aki''s and Vincent''s information, I learned about the Phantoms I was about to face. For the Wraiths, even if they had some extraordinary {Fates}, it hardly mattered since they died with a bullet to the head.


    But as Zach said, Phantoms were a different matter altogether. Although there were weak ones among them, there were some truly terrifying ones. Aside from the yer and Machiavelli, the one I found most troublesome was Reuben Alford.


    A basketball yer in his day, he gave birth to a {Fate} that promoted teamwork. {Huddle} manifested as a red bandana on the user''s forehead.


    Essentially, it would allow anyone with {Huddle} tomunicate telepathically. On its own, it was worthless. But when used in abo, it was extremely difficult to defeat.


    Reuben Alford was ranked AMS, which meant he was an A-rank support Reaper. While he was useful to a point, he only became notorious when he found his partner, Jayden Ryan.


    Jayden Ryan, the Spade, was a professional poker yer. His {Fate} was known as {Gambler}. It might sound useless, but it basically gave him an instinct that bordered on foresight.


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    Together, they boosted each other.


    Jayden, when linked to Reuben, allowed them to share telepathic precognition. This meant that if you tried to shoot Jayden, the moment Jayden saw himself getting shot, Reuben would know it too.


    That would not be a problem, but if you had someone to protect them? They were like fucking roaches! That was what made them annoying.


    B-Ball shared the {Huddle} not only with Spade, but with other people, the people in his so-called team. This allowed them to act against any danger as if they could see the future.


    "Why the hell are such heavy hitters part of this wave? They are like difficult final bosses!"


    Despite my shot killing over ten Wraiths, I felt bitter. I revealed Saturday''s sniping position and revealed one of my cards. Shooting them immediately had been a fucking mistake!


    "He''s there at 10 o''clock! Up the tower!" Jayden reported.


    I broke the lever on the BLR 81 to fire again and got down on one knee.There was some debate as to who to kill first between the B-ball and the Spade.


    Deciding to prioritize the baller, I fired another 7mm Remington Sacred. The moment I squeezed the trigger, a blur whisked my priority target away. A Phantom specializing in speed protected Reuben as if his life depended on it.


    My Sacred once again mmed into thending zone like a blinding meteor. A few more Wraiths died in the aftermath, but none of the Phantoms from the third group were injured in the slightest.


    [Limitless, Wraiths have begun to move towards the fort].


    "Tsk. We have to find a new ce with Saturday."


    Moving both bodies, I jumped from the tower, supporting Saturday as we descended. I gave him the BLR and made him run towards the wall where Wednesday was hiding.


    I then used {Reload} and hijacked Wednesday. Stepping out of the wall, I aimed at the advancing Wraiths and sent a 95mm HEAT rocket at them.


    "TURTLE UP! HE IS OVER THERE!"


    At the sudden yell, the Wraiths stopped running and each cast {Barrier}. Acting before the missile elerated, my shot missed the Wraiths by a wide margin.N?v(el)B\\jnn


    "Fuck, this is not going to work!"


    In the next second, the Wraiths started sending spells at Wednesday. Since this soul avatar was incredibly brittlepared to Sunday, I immediately took cover.


    With not a second to spare, I took control of Friday and jumped out of my foxhole. The most exhausted of my avatars, I struggled to support the HCAR with Friday''s worn-out arms.


    "Shit, my other avatars are way too weakpared to Sunday," Imented.


    Since {Day by Day} used the original body as a baseline, this meant that without my {Fates}, my original body was neither fit nor trained forbat. In essence, it was cheating; my original body had to be properly trained if I wanted it to be useful.


    Looking down at the scope as Friday, I put the crosshairs on the iing Wraiths and fired. Even though Spade and B-Ball were here, I had no idea how to kill them at the moment.


    Instead of wasting time, it would be better to reduce their numbers. If it came to that, I would just have to get into melee with the Phantoms.


    With my n decided, I squeezed the trigger and tried to gun down the approaching Wraiths.


    Some of them were hit by the high-powered .30-06 rounds and were subsequently mutted. Unlike 5.56 or 7.62 NATO, the .30-06 rarely just put holes in people, they usually took chunks of people out as they passed.


    There were still about twenty Wraithsing at me. Unlike the bastards in the first two waves, the ones with {Barriers} were sticking to the mages.


    Although the HCAR was capable of destroying 4A-rated bulletproof shields, it was rendered useless by {Barrier}. Blinding shes of light came from the mages and began to bombard Friday''s position.


    Dust and debris flew into the air as the area around me was torn apart. Overwhelmed by the attack, I pulled the HCAR and hid in my hole.


    "Let''s hope they set off at least a few mines."


    Using Friday as bait, I switched to Saturday and scoped out a target with the BLR 81. Then I noticed a speeding blur moving at breakneck speed. It was headed for Friday, who was still being bombarded.


    Out of breath from running, Saturday''s lungs were still gasping for air as I spoke aloud.


    "Huff... Fuck. Huff... that''s Vanish, right?"