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Calm the fuck down! [1/2]

"Esteemed Limitless, Soulgears are created from a deceased reaper's soulgems."

The moment I heard this, my gut twisted into knots. Most people would be saddened by the circumstances of the reaper. After all, if life was so bad that you had to use your family's bones or flesh, it was not only barbaric, but downright cruel.

"It's true, I'm afraid, the only way to create a soulgear is from a dead reaper. Replicas like this one exist, but there is no way to create one from scratch. That is why reaper corpses are recovered no matter how badly they are destroyed."

But that wasn't what consumed my imagination. No, maybe because I was a heartless bastard, my mind went down a more dangerous path. 

'Soulgear farming...'

If Soulgears were made from dead Reapers, then the quickest way to get an ability you needed was to kill a Reaper who had it. Once you found that ability, you could get their Soulgem and have it turned into a Soulgear. 

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