Blessed Infinity

It sounded so overpowered that it came with a warning that said "No not the system itself however system abilities granted abilities are fair game.".

The System had been a wellspring of surprises and revelations, each level granting me newfound power and understanding of its intricate workings. With my ascension to level 7, I had achieved an incredible feat, now capable of summoning a grand total of 70 individuals simultaneously. The significance of this power was not lost on me, and it filled me with a sense of invincibility.

Yet, the System came with a stark warning, one that reverberated in my mind: "No, the system itself cannot be blessed by a system user, however system abilities granted abilities are fair game." The implications were profound, and it underscored the unique gift I possessed. The power to bestow blessings on others was not to be taken lightly, and the consequences could be far-reaching. While I had no intention of sharing my system's abilities, I couldn't help but consider the risks.

Level 7, 70 concurrent summons! This is beyond incredible, I can't believe how far I've come. My power, it's... it's almost limitless now. But I mustn't let it get to my head. There's so much to consider.

The warning about blessing others with my abilities is intriguing. Who would I trust with such immense power? I've always been cautious about sharing my system's capabilities. What if someone I bless becomes my adversary down the line? It's a risk I can't take lightly.

And then, the Tarko Extract ability for my summons. Imagine, 70 summons each with the potential to summon 70 more. The cascade of power that could result from this is... mind-boggling. The sheer scale of it is hard to fathom. But, would it get out of control? The warehouse isn't exactly the best place to house an army of 5,000 people.

When trying it I realized it was even more broken, the summoned people that my summon people summoned could summon more people if I blessed them. A domino effect of summons. I had infinite summons.

The gangs have dwindled in number since Rogue Retribution's relentless operations, but there's still work to be done. Expanding our influence across the nation is the next logical step. We've got the funds from our stock market ventures, a well-trained and disciplined force, and now the ability to customize their mental attributes. This is the time to act.

I've appointed three of my summons as quadrant leaders. Their mission: to cleanse their respective areas of crime and bring our unique form of justice. And with the added blessing of my hacking ability, they'll have the tools needed to succeed.

It's a strategic plan, and it's time to implement it. I've got the enthusiasm and the analytical mindset to make it work. As I set off with my fellow quadrant leaders, I can't help but feel excited. The journey ahead is full of potential, and I'm ready to embrace it fully.

The landscape was changing, and even politicians were voicing their opinions, some even supporting our actions. It was clear that the time had come to expand our reach and influence to other cities, establishing a stronger presence throughout the United States.

With an ample income derived from our stock market ventures and a well-organized force of summonable allies, we were well-prepared for the challenges that lay ahead. I purchased land in major crime-ridden areas, securing possible hideouts and quadrant headquarters. I appointed three of my summons as quadrant leaders, distributing our forces across the four major areas of the country.

It was a strategic plan, one that encompassed the entire nation, each quadrant working towards a common goal - the eradication of criminal elements and the establishment of a new era of justice. I blessed each of the quadrant leaders with my hacking ability, an additional layer of power that would facilitate our endeavors.

With a newfound sense of purpose and unity, the three quadrant leaders and I embarked on our respective journeys, ready to bring our unique brand of retribution to new territories. Our mission was to enforce justice and eliminate the darkness that plagued society, one city at a time.

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Sarah's POV

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Sarah had been chasing shadows for what felt like an eternity. Her team had given their all, the CIA, FBI, Homeland Security – all had joined the investigation. But Rogue Retribution, this enigmatic force, continued to elude their grasp. The last month had been maddening, watching as Rogue Retribution expanded its operations across the United States, making the same impact in cities across the nation as they once had in LA.

The sheer audacity of it all left her flabbergasted. How could this group, with such a large, well-armed force, remain hidden from all the intelligence branches? It was a puzzle that kept her up at night.

As she sat in her task force office, surrounded by images and reports of Rogue Retribution's activities, she couldn't help but feel overwhelmed. Pictures and footage of these mysterious operatives seemed to multiply with each passing day. The public was divided, their actions generating both support and hatred. But the support was far more significant, with some even going as far as to cosplay as Rogue Retribution members.

Yet, Sarah was determined not to be swayed by the tide of public opinion. She knew she was close to a breakthrough. Using the drone as a crucial lead, they had managed to trace its path back to a van, parked far away from one of the recent raids. The van's windows were tinted, and the driver's face was concealed, but at least they had something.

Running the license plate had been a dead end; it was a fake. But then, using the same strategy they'd employed with the drone, they tracked it back to a rural area with no cameras, staking it out and waiting for its return.

Their diligence paid off when they followed the van back to a warehouse. Sarah's heart raced with anticipation; they were closer than ever to unmasking the puppet master behind Rogue Retribution.

And all this had to be done the old-fashioned way – no electronic reports or data that could be intercepted and exploited by Rogue Retribution. It was the only way they could proceed without compromising their investigation.

The surveillance request had been accepted, and now, they were getting a clearer picture. A name had surfaced – Alex Lamb, a young millionaire who had suspiciously amassed his wealth in record time. He often appeared with these strikingly attractive women. They had their lead, but they couldn't afford to spook him or any potential leads.

Then something changed. Alex Lamb, or whoever he really was, stopped going out with the van during raids. Had they given themselves away? It was a gamble. The name Alex Lamb was imprinted in her mind, and it was time to find out what role he played in this complex web of operations.

Tonight Sarah was staking out in a unmarked car and civilian clothing yet again and returned to her office empty handed, this had been a common event lately.

Sarah couldn't contain her frustration any longer. "Come on, Sarah, you've got this. You're so close. Just a little more, a little more..."

She muttered to herself as she paced back and forth in her office, surrounded by images of Rogue Retribution's activities. It was like talking to herself was the only way to keep her thoughts organized and on track. She whispered aloud, "The van... the warehouse... Alex Lamb... there's something there, something real."

Sarah clenched her fists in determination, talking to herself with growing intensity. "We've been running in circles for too long. This is it. We can't mess this up. We can't scare them away."

She stared at the images on the board, her voice filled with resolve. "We've got to bring in Alex Lamb for questioning. We can't let him slip through our fingers. Not now. But we can't capture him before we figure out more about this group."

Her mind raced, and she couldn't help but mutter out loud, "What changed? Why did he stop using the van? Did we give something away?"

Sarah took a deep breath, talking to herself as she worked through the possibilities. "We have the surveillance on the warehouse. We need to move carefully, gather more evidence, and then we'll make our move."

As she continued her mental dialogue, her determination grew. "We're getting closer, step by step. Just a bit more patience, Sarah. You're on the right track."

She paced the room, words flowing like a river of thought. "Don't rush it. You're this close to the breakthrough. You've got to bring him in."

Sarah couldn't help but talk to herself, her monologue guiding her through the complex web of clues. "The warehouse... the van... Alex Lamb... It all connects."

With a sense of excitement, she muttered to herself, "This is the break we've been waiting for. Keep your cool, Sarah, and you'll get there."

It was then that she had decided and resolved something in her head. Alex was in trouble.