Limitless The Strongest Revenant

For some reason, Connie stayed. Seeing my annoyed look, she explained defensively.

"My lord! That woman is Isolde Drache, right? The oldest living Phantom in North America! She hardly leaves her zone! How do you even know her?! Please let me interview her afterwards!"

"Isolde?"

"GET OUT!" Death resonance poured out of Isolde as her eyes changed to those of a dragon. Her voice also changed to a deeper tone, as if she had a voice modulator. Mike pulled out a Sig P320 and pointed it at Isolde's head.

"I don't like shooting women, but you do that again and I will, Mi' Lady."

I stepped in front of Connie and took the brunt of the Wyvern's outburst. Seeing me shield her, the reporter tried to thank me, but I cut her off with a command.

"Connie, leave. Now."

Understanding the gravity of the situation, she timidly left. When only the German, the cowboy and I were left, I tried to defuse the situation.

"Isolde. You are my friend. Calm down and tell me what is going on."

"Ami, who is this man? Where was he born? When? How did he die? How long has he been a reaper?"

"Look, Mi'lady, you should know it's bad manners to ask a reaper such things, right? We just met, at least take me out for a drink." Discover exclusive content at m,v l'e|m-p y r

"Mike, Isolde is trustworthy. Please answer her. I will take responsibility," I negotiated.

"Mike Walker, born in Tacoma, Washington. April 6th, 1986. I died in a suicide bombing in Libya in 2019. That was four years ago. Happy?"

"Ami. How did you meet?"

"I rescued him from a fallen zone. A bastard from Savior used him and another as bait and left them to die. It was the same night I met you."

I tried to use my superior eyesight and hearing to check Isolde's vitals. Reapers barely had a pulse and our heartbeats were extremely slow. But similar to humans, when they get excited or stressed, their heart rates spike.

Right now Isolde's heart was beating wildly. Her breathing, though steady, could not hide the tension her body was experiencing.

'What the hell is going on? Why is she acting like this?'

"Isolde, what is wrong? Are you feeling all right? Mike, please lower your gun, if she wanted to kill us she would have done it already."

Wordlessly, the cowboy holstered his firearm. But the German still did not say a word. Just when I was at my wits' end, I heard her small voice utter a single word.

"Tristan..."

"What? Isolde, what do you mean, Tristan?"

Isolde looked distraught as she pointed at Mike.

"Ami, this man is Tristan."

"Tristan? What? How is that even possible?" I asked in surprise.

"Look lady, I am not this Tristan guy. I am an American. Born and raised. I've never even left the country, let alone been to Germany!"

"I would never confuse my kindred with anyone else. Your soulgem is behind your heart, is it not? That was the same place Tristan put his."

"Wait, wait! Isolde, do you mean that Mike has the same soul as Tristan?"

"Yes, Ami. He is my beloved Tristan. I can't believe it's finally happened," Isolde added as she began to cry tears of joy.

"Uh, lady, what do you mean finally happened? You're not making any sense. Aren't you supposed to be hundreds of years old? How can I be your kindred? I'm barely 40!"

As I tried to analyze the information we had at that moment, I remembered. Apart from a soulgem, another thing was fundamentally different between the Reapers.

"Isolde, Tristan's {Fate} is {Reunion}, right? Mike here has a different {Fate} called {Pierce}. Doesn't that mean they're different people?"

"I don't know, Ami. But this soul signature is definitely Tristan's, his appearance may be different, but his mannerisms are the same. My waiting has finally borne fruit. My Tristan has returned to me."

"Lady, I admit that you are a gorgeous lass. But I'm not your dead kindred, okay? I am me. Boss, if we are done, can I go now? I don't have time to listen to this."

I had no reason to stop him, so Mike stormed out of the room grumbling. Isolde's eyes followed his form as she clenched her fist over her heart. It was a picturesque scene of a maiden in love.

"Isolde."

"Ami, put me with Tristan. Please."

Hearing the affection in her voice, I didn't have the heart to refuse her request. I mean, if Mike had a smoking hot German babe coming for him, he should be happy, right? Still, the question remained.

What exactly was going on? If this was something even Isolde didn't know, it had to be top secret. But when I tried to think about it, an answer already stared at me.

'{Relive}'

If what I understood of my dreams so far was correct, I had been reincarnated seven times, just like Tristan. I didn't know if I had the same face or body, but I knew it was me.

This was probably an answer to my earlier question. A reaper would reincarnate after death. The only questions would be how long they would do this and how many times it would happen.

Since I couldn't find an answer to either of these questions, I turned my attention to Isolde instead.

It would have been incredibly heartless to keep Isolde away from Mike. After all, this woman chose to stagnate so that she could reminisce about her long-departed lover. As far as loyalty went, Isolde was definitely SSS class.

"I understand. But please don't make him feel uncomfortable."

The German quickly turned to me and gave me a friendly hug.

"Thank you, Ami! Who knew that coming to your aid would bring me such happiness! You are my lucky star."

After separating from me, Isolde quickly fixed her clothes and used my iris to check her face.

"Ami, how do I look? Do you think Tristan will fall in love with me again?"

"I'm sure he would, Isolde. Mike told me earlier that he thought it was a shame you belonged to someone else."

"HE DID?! YES! It was worth it. Thank the heavens! Ami, when I give birth to his child and it is a boy, I will name it after you!"

"Wait! Slow down, girl! You have to be friends with him before you can do that."

"Huh? What are you talking about? My kind listens only to force. I will overpower him and milk him dry until my belly is full."

Was this a Wyvern thing? Or was that a German thing? I kind of find that kind of play hot, but Mike... might not.

"Isolde, I suggest you take it slow. Start by calling him by his name. He will get angry if you keep calling him Tristan."

"Why?"

"Girl, think about it. If he had a dead wife named Nadine and that was what he used to call you affectionately, how would you feel?"

"I would tear this Nadine into pieces and then spread them out to be devoured by the undead," Isolde described cruelly in detail.

"Right... never mind, carry on."

'Good luck Mike. At least you will have a lot of sex.'