Limitless The Strongest Revenant

"I feel sorry for her. Perhaps I can keep her company instead? I'm not saying I'm pretty, but I do have some luck with the ladies."

"Isolde loves Tristan so much that she willingly became a traitor to the North American Battlefront. She refuses to become a Specter just because she doesn't want to forget him."

Mike's face glazed over as he looked like he had eaten shit.

"I guess I can respect that. Loyalty like that deserves a reward. I hope they meet again. Such a shame, though. To lose her to a ghost," the cowboy commented in a dejected tone.

It was truly a shame, not only because of how beautiful Isolde was, but because of how powerful she would have become.

Phillip finally led us all into one of the meeting rooms. Funnily enough, the Limit Royalty, Isolde, and Krishna groups didn't speak to each other.

Once we were settled in, I had them sit down and began with gratitude.

"Limit Royalty, Isolde, Krishna, and your friends and allies, thank you for your support. Tonight I will ensure that your support is not wasted. With that in mind, may I ask why you have come?"

The leader of Limit Royalty bowed his head as he shouted. "My lord! Bernard Nelson and the Limit Royalty wish to join Hellsend!"

At his words, the rest of the people behind him also bowed as they shouted. "Please let us join!"

Personally, I wanted nothing to do with these ugly dressed people. They didn't look like they could fight. They looked entitled as shit. They didn't even need anything because they had millions.

"But why Bernard? Your group already has fortunes, right? Why do you want to join Hellsend? You might die."

The fat millionaire took off his cap and held it anxiously in his eyes.

"My lord. It was because of your promo. I was a loser as a human. I am Formless, so I struggled and was treated as less than human. I wasted what little I had gambling. I blamed everyone else for all my failures.

And never took any responsibility."

Well, I kind of understood his story from the way he looked. He looked like a beggar who hadn't showered in weeks. The rich clothes could not hide his insecurities or his problems. But something didn't click, what promo was he talking about?

"That all changed on your first night in Hellsgate, my lord. I saw you by chance because of your black suit. And followed you as you checked in with Phillip. And the rest was history. But even though I became rich overnight, I still felt empty."

'Hmm, I had the same empty feeling after my first night.'

"My Lord, when I saw the promo, all I could think about was why you were so different. How can you reach heights I can't even dream of? Then, as I watched, it clicked. You had a purpose and I did not. So I wanted to follow you. My companions felt the same way."

"I'm sorry Bernard. I have no idea what promo you are talking about. Where can I see it? I was busy killing zombies all night."

At that moment, Krishna joined the conversation.

"Smith John, it's a video asking for assistance. I saw it at the Graveyard and came as soon as I could. It captured your tenacity very well. I, much like Nelson Bernard, would like to join you."

"You what?" I parroted, stunned.

"Ami, my group is the same. We want to join Hellsend after seeing your group," Isolde proposed similarly.

What the hell was in that promo? Bella and Connie said something, but I never found out what it was.

'As long as Isolde doesn't become a Specter, there shouldn't be a problem. Isolde was no fool, but the change in her demeanor worries me a bit.'

"Hmm. I have no problem welcoming either of your groups as you are all Phantoms, but for the Limit Royalty, you are all Wraiths. If you are okay in non-combat roles, I will let you join."

Bernard, however, stood up in opposition.

"My lord! Please allow me to join those who fight. I have been a coward all my life, but I want to follow you. For the sake of my family still living on Earth, I want to end this hell. Please let me join the 2nd Amendment."

After his desperate plea, I fell silent. This man looked like a pushover, but I liked the look in his eyes. Unlike most people I've met, he didn't look like he could be motivated by greed. If anything, his eyes showed that he had a lot to lose.

People who joined wars usually didn't want to. Aside from a few psychopaths, the majority didn't wish to. There was usually only one reason why most would choose to do so.

"The true soldier fights not because he hates what is in front of him, but because he loves what is behind him," I murmured.

"My lord?"

"That was a famous quote I heard somewhere. I remembered the quote when I saw you, Bernard. Do you have a family?"

"I do, my lord. I have a beautiful wife and two children. Ah, I am a 1st generation reaper. None of them know that I am no longer human. Thanks to my earnings, I was finally able to move them out of a bad neighborhood."

"Okay. Phillip, I want all the Limit Royalty families protected. Contact the Deryck family and tell them I sent you. They should know what to do."

"I understand, my lord."

"Mike, you heard everything, confer with Joshua and the Sirens. I want them prepped, armed and signed."

"On it boss."

[Limitless, the quote was from Gilbert Keith Chesterton, an English philosopher.]

[I see. I didn't ask for it, but thank you for the name Exa].

Amused by my helpful companion, I looked at the oddball in this meeting room whom I hadn't invited.

"Connie, why am I the only one who didn't know what this promo was?"

"My Lord, I told you. You must have forgotten. I was trying my best not to bother you. Lady Minerva told the Wizards to help me. Here it is."

The reporter handed me a tablet connected to the GRI. The headline alone was eye-catching. If it was meant to be click bait, I guess it worked really well.

[Exclusive Graveyard Video: LIMITLESS! BATTLE FOOTAGE! The butcher of zombies! The Reaper Who Started a Seeker War That Devoured the World!]

'Fuck, I forgot that bitch was part of the press. But how could they even see me? Weren't we invisible in pictures and videos?'

I played the video and it showed a half body view of me talking to Hellsend.

'Ah shit.'

[THIS IS WHAT YOU ALL FAIL TO SEE EVERY DAY! THOSE MONSTERS ARE THE CHAINS THE BIND YOU! EVEN RETURNING FROM THE DEATH YOU ARE NO MORE THAN SHEEP FOR SLAUGHTER!]

"My Lord, you were so damned heroic in that clip!" Bernard praised with twinkling eyes.

'Please don't tell me that my cringe-inducing speech was broadcasted to the entire world!'

[HOW MUCH LONGER WILL YOU COWER! HOW MUCH LONGER WILL YOU SUFFER!]

'Fuck... kill me now.'

[EVERYTHING YOU LOVE IS IN DANGER! YOUR FAMILY! YOUR DIGNITY! YOUR VERY WAY OF LIFE! THERE IS NO RETREAT! THERE IS NOWHERE TO RUN!

THERE IS ONLY SURVIVAL OR DEATH!]

"Okay, stop, I get it."
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"Ami, wait, this is getting to my favorite part!"

[THIS IS WHY I FIGHT! I FIGHT TO END THIS NIGHTMARE! UNTIL THE LAST MOTHER FUCKER FALLS I WILL CONTINUE TO FIGHT! BUT I WILL NOT FIGHT FOR YOU!]

"Smith John, my blood started boiling at that point."

The others in the room all started talking as they praised the video. Somehow, they all became friends.

[YOU ARE NOT FUCKING SHEEP! YOU ARE REAPERS! YOU ARE THE FUCKING BASTARDS THAT EVEN DEATH COULD NOT KILL! AND YOU MOTHERFUCKERS ARE AFRAID OF ZOMBIES? FUCK YOU ALL! GROW A PAIR YOU SNIVELING COWARDS!]

"FUCCCCCCCCKKKK..."