Reincarnated With An SSS-Rank Talent In An Apocalyptic World-Chapter 67: Titanfield Agency Director; William Smith

–– Abandoned Church, San Antonio, Texas — 11:38 PM ––

The journey was quiet and uncomfortable. Pamela drove us out of the academy in a black sedan. Throughout the entire ride, she stole glances at me through the rearview mirror.

Even Natasha, who was seated beside me, did the same—both looking fearful and stunned. It was clear they noticed the changes, but they couldn’t understand how it happened.

Limitless don’t grow this fast in a short period of time.

The trip took us over an hour, and when we arrived, we parked some distance away from the meeting point.

Pamela insisted, and I understood why, so I didn’t complain.

I just stepped out and shut the car door behind me with a soft thud. Natasha did the same but hesitated, eyes shifting to the looming silhouette ahead—a ruined church slouched at the edge of the overgrown woods.

I followed her gaze, frowning at the sight. Cracked stone. Shattered stained glass. And a rusted bell hanging limp, still clutching the silence of decades.

"This is the place?" I asked.

Pamela nodded. "Lonely and abandoned, that’s how he likes it."

I frowned but said nothing. Since the collapse of the universe and the appearance of Limitless, humans had abandoned the heavens for the Limitless who protected them.

They praise them when they succeed and curse them when they fail. This was much more convenient than praying to a God they couldn’t see—one who never did anything for them.

Because of this, churches all over the world had been reduced to a sorry state like this one.

We followed Pamela’s lead as she moved toward the rear of the chapel. She stopped in front of what appeared to be a collapsed stone slab.

"Help me," she ordered.

So I gripped one end without complaint. Before Natasha could offer her help, I effortlessly lifted the slab, causing both Pamela and Natasha to glance at me like they’d seen a ghost.

"Aren’t you going?" I asked in a dry tone.

"Yes... of course." Pamela shook off her thoughts and slid underneath the slab, pressing her palm to a hidden panel beneath the rubble.

Click.

With a deep mechanical groan, a stone arch behind the church shimmered, then faded—an illusion masking a steel door sunk into the hill behind the chapel.

She dusted her hands, looking back.

"This way."

I was slightly taken aback, but it wasn’t as shocking as seeing a dark creature, so it wasn’t enough to let my surprise show. Dropping the slab, I followed them to the steel doors.

The bunker door recognized Pamela’s presence and slid open with a pressurized hiss, revealing a narrow staircase that spiraled downward. Flickering lights came to life along the steps, illuminating the path.

Pamela and Natasha remained silent until we reached the bottom.

A metal scanner greeted them, humming softly.

"W-07," Pamela said firmly, placing her hand on the panel. "Accompanied by Natasha Grey, and Adam Black, special guest."

There was a pause. Then a mechanical voice replied:

"Welcome, Watcher Pamela. Proceed to Sublevel Two."

The next door opened, revealing a cold underground cathedral—an old war-era bunker converted into a Watcher hub. A map hung boldly on one side of the room, and a monitor displayed everything surrounding the church.

They must have seen us coming even before we arrived.

Apart from the humming sound of the air filtration system, what I found most disturbing was the man seated at the circular table.

He was a mountain of a man—dark-skinned, thick lips, and a receding hairline I could not take my eyes off. It made his afro haircut look off, especially since he had a protruding forehead.

He was a bit hard to look at.

Just cut everything off! I mentally facepalmed.

If your hairline starts in the middle of your head, it’s only common sense to go completely bald.

However, behind the man was a youth my age who seemed to be the younger version of the man. Unlike his father, he had a good hairline and really nice dreads.

They were both dressed in black suits like secret agents, and their gaze was pinned on me the entire time.

"You’re late," the man said in a calm tone.

"It wasn’t easy, but I brought what you asked for," she replied, motioning to me.

All eyes turned to me while I glanced at her.

Didn’t she say this meeting was to discuss the situation in Louisiana?

This bitch. I sighed inwardly before returning my gaze to the man, looking him directly in the eyes without fear.

Buzz!

My actions seemed to draw a frown from both the man and his son, but that meant nothing to me. I pulled back a chair at the round table and sat down without being offered one, all while maintaining eye contact.

I could hear Natasha’s breathing spike in response to my actions, but none of that meant anything to me.

The tension in the room was heavy as we maintained eye contact for over a minute—after which a small smile broke across the man’s cold face, and he nodded slightly.

"He has guts... We need more people like him." The man extended his hand for a shake.

"I am William Smith, Director of Talent Acquisition in Titanfield Agency. I’m sure you’ve heard of it."

My eyes widened with surprise for the first time since I came here.

Of course I knew of Titanfield Agency.

This was the only Limitless Agency in the state free from government control. These agencies recruit fresh graduates from the Lonestar Limitless Academy who refuse to work directly for the government.

Basically, independent Limitless agencies like this obtain rights to rifts in certain areas. They put together their own raiding teams and keep the resources gained from the raid.

That’s what’s on paper, but I doubt the government would just give up all those resources—so I believe a portion of whatever they acquire goes to the government in exchange for their autonomy.

Still a win-win for both sides.

This way, the government doesn’t waste resources assembling an expedition team and still gains from the deal. On the other hand, Limitless in these agencies are free from government control and their suicidal expectations and tasks.

It’s no secret that a Limitless graduate’s chance of survival increases by a whopping 30% if they abandon the government and work for agencies like this one.

"Adam Black," I responded with a nod and took his hand.

Bam!

William applied pressure, trying to crush my hand, but he met iron resistance. Without passive talents like [Might of Man] that permanently improve all my stats, no one here could have up to 10 points in Strength.

I could boldly say, I’m the strongest man in the room.

His eyes twitched as he glanced at my hand, realizing I wasn’t even attempting to resist.

"I’m quite strong... probably the strongest my age," I said calmly as my fingers wrapped around his hand, my nails slowly digging into his flesh. "Let’s not play these games."

Crack!

William’s left eye twitched in pain, but he maintained a calm exterior, still meeting my gaze.

I commend him for that—many would be screaming in pain by now.

Meanwhile, I could feel many eyes on us, including that of the young man standing behind him—cold and vicious.

"I can see that," William forced a smile and pulled away, and I let him go.

I watched him slide his hand under the desk while shifting his attention to Pamela.

"You hit the jackpot this time." He seemed genuinely excited by my strength.

Pamela stepped forward, her smile forced and her gaze dancing between me and the boy standing behind William.

"He’s the one with the dual talents who fought the orc berserker alone... What you witnessed now has nothing to do with his abilities," she said almost hastily.

Buzz!

I felt the energy in the room shift as William’s gaze returned to me—but this time with a look of surprise and genuine interest. Meanwhile, the hostility from the youth behind him intensified, to the point I couldn’t ignore it.

"Show me what you can do," William said eagerly.

But I ignored him and raised my gaze to meet that of his son.

My sharp and vicious glare got everyone’s attention. Only now did they realize what was going on. William looked over his shoulder to see his son’s cold stare before shifting his gaze—and a smile spread across his lips.

"Now I’m curious..." His voice deepened as he chuckled. "Would you be willing to spar my son?"

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