Limitless The Strongest Revenant

Reapers were granted the right to live again. But with that right came a task.

The task was to kill as many zombies as possible in Hell. That was what I used to think, but now I know that was an oversimplification.

Our job wasn't just to kill zombies. It was to capture and contain as much spirit as possible. We were antibodies raised by the World Tree to cleanse itself of negative emotions. Therefore, any Reaper who remained either a Wraith or a Phantom was only doing half the job.

As far as I could tell, a Wraith had a capacity of 100,000 souls. If he went beyond that, he would go insane. For Phantoms, the limit would be 3 million, give or take. This meant that a single Phantom was the equivalent of 30 Wraiths.

But that was only if each Phantom carried 3 million souls. Fortunately, since the Reapers were greedy bastards, few of us would turn down the opportunity to receive souls. We used them for skills, death resonance, and most importantly, cash.

We were so desperate for them that we sold our {Fates}, services, and even our soulgears. It was an excellent plan, because if you had enough reapers, once they all evolved, they would probably get every soul you could possibly get.

If only that were the case. Contrary to the World Tree's plan, the Reapers were unable to keep up with the malice. I didn't know if the reincarnation thing was true, but if it was, it meant that the Reapers had failed spectacularly.

'But was it just a coincidence? Why does it feel like everything was going against the Reapers?'

They were fighting the undead, then for some fucking reason they decided to fight each other. It made no sense, especially when the main resource everyone wanted, souls, was overflowing. I really couldn't figure out why wars were a thing.

Then, as I mused, I remembered that I had just fought a seeker war and killed over one hundred and fifty reapers. If you added the twenty-six during the recruitment, my kills were already approaching two hundred.

'Well, I guess I could understand that. I mean, when you have people forcing their opinions on you. It is a certainty that the two of you will come to blows.'

And that was not even considering the shadows like Trinity and the demons. How could the Reapers win when they were fighting practically everything around them?

"Think of it this way. The Reapers have only one goal, to close Hellsgate. The fact that Hellsgate remains open today means that every Reaper since Time Memorial has either died or is still out there fighting. If this were a game, it would mean that no one has ever cleared this game. Not even once."
Find adventures at empire

"What if I told you that every religion and legend you know is the story of a group of reapers who existed once upon a time? You should know that our task has a time limit, right? Apocalypse, Ragnarok, Armageddon, call it what you will. But the world already ended numerous times. Didn't the dinosaurs prove that? The Bible even tells you how the world ended in its version."

Bella and Lilly's words echoed in my head again.

Even though it had only been two weeks, the impact of their words was very different.

'Are we really doomed to just die?' I thought in my mind.

How could I be more powerful than the gods of other mythologies? If it was true that they were all Reapers at some point, it meant one thing. That despite everything they tried. They all still failed.

Then I remembered the backs of the lone warriors in my dreams.

{Unprevailing it haply thou continuest to fight. Not one of thy so-called allies remainth. They all fell, betrayed or deserted thee! }

How could they continue, knowing that it was all futile? Was it really hopeless? I talked big, about the reapers. But as I learned more, the weight of it all seemed overwhelming. All I knew was how to shoot zombies, but the things I was now responsible for were way over my head.

Just then, a {Portal} opened in the kitchen. Jo stepped out, dressed in light clothes. She smiled broadly as she jumped to my side. The other people just saluted her in silence.

"Darling!"

I returned her warm embrace, enjoying the affection she gave me. It was magical, my heart, which had been in turmoil a while ago, suddenly calmed down.

{E'en thy beloved kindred art no more! No matter which life, thou hast failed to save any of 'em! Forbear thy resistance! What more could thou even hope to achieve?!}

"It's up to you now."

Right. I was a simple man. None of this reincarnation shit mattered to me. All I wanted was to live in bliss with my battle harem. Together with Jo, Liv, Lilly, Robyn, Bella, Jas and Aki. As long as they were alive, it didn't matter what enemies I faced.

I just had to kill them all.

"Thank you, Jo. I love you."

"Hehehe! I love you too! Can I borrow Connie? It will be quick!"

"Me?" Connie asked in surprise.

"Sure, darling."

"Thanks!" Jo then grabbed Connie's shirt and pulled her towards the portal.

"Ahh! My shirt is going to rip! Limitless do something!" She cried pathetically.

{Listen} picked up on a similar situation in the other room.

"Greetings Pa, can I please borrow Van for a while?"

"Lady Satis? Um, do you need me for something?"

"Of course, daughter."

"Hyiuk! Lady Satis! I can walk! Please put me down!"

After that, the two portals closed, and those who remained went back to their daily lives. From my surveillance, I could see that the girls went back to the church we used for our wedding. It appeared that Noelle was with them. I wasn't worried because she had all seven of my girls protecting her.

'Maybe Noelle was going to tell them about the wolf bit.'

Although I had told the girls that story, I remembered it only vaguely. I figured it would be better for them to hear it from Noelle, she would know more, since I barely remembered anything. Just fighting a wolf and getting my arm fucked.

They took Van, who had {Mind Trace}, and Connie, who had {Snapshot}. Maybe the Sirens wanted to see for themselves what had happened. Van has already evolved into a Phantom, so he should be of more use. Once Connie ascends, she should increase her usefulness as well.

With Connie gone, it was just me, Phillip, Lucrecia, Cynthia and Yvonne. None of them voiced their opinions on the matter, but it was impossible not to be affected by everything that was shared.

"You three. Would you mind sharing your thoughts with me?"

The three women looked at each other with concern. They seemed unsure of what I expected of them.

"Calm down. I am just curious. Speak freely. You all know by now how I am. I don't mean anything by it."

My words had an immediate effect as the three girls seemed to relax a bit. Then they began to furrow their brows as they constructed their opinions. I waited patiently. It would soon be 8 pm, the beginning of another night in Hellsgate.

A good thing too. My body feels a little stiff. Fighting would allow me to manage my nerves as well.

When people were stressed, they did all sorts of activities to calm down. It was no secret that many Americans in the same vein went to the shooting range. It was mostly a matter of preference, some ate, some worked out, some painted, and some fired lead.

After being in a nonstop battle for the past week, the sudden peace of my honeymoon set my nerves on edge. I was able to calm down when they were with me, but now my body felt tense.