Reincarnated With An SSS-Rank Talent In An Apocalyptic World

The kitchen lights were turned on, and it hurt my eyes that had already adjusted to the darkness—but I had to endure it because Pamela was here.

"What would you like to have?" I asked Pamela, who was seated on the kitchen center table, even though there were about four chairs. But I didn't complain.

"Milk, please," she said before smiling sheepishly with her eyes closed.

Hmph.

Rolling my eyes, I pulled out the half-full milk jar and a can of beer. Dropping both on the table, I walked over to the cabinets and began flipping them open one after the other, searching for where the glass cups were kept.

"You look lost in your own home," Pamela said, but I didn't bother looking at her.

"As you can see, I just moved in tonight," I responded as I opened the last cabinet—and there they were.

Lined up neatly and squeaky clean.

I took the biggest glass cup and walked over to the sink, turned on the tap, and began rinsing the cup. While everything looked clean—and the entire house was spotless—I always did this in my past life.

My family wasn't wealthy from the get-go. Our utensils were in places cockroaches could reach, so we always rinsed them before use. Even after becoming a billionaire in that life, I never stopped doing this.

"Strange. I could have sworn there was a glass of milk on the table in your room," Pamela's voice sounded thoughtful, and I froze.

LEE BAI!

I cursed in my heart.

The man only came into my life tonight and had already caused so much trouble. How the hell am I supposed to accept such a menace as a co-king?

"Jake had a glass of milk and we had a small chat before he left with Mandy," I lied smoothly, then turned to meet Pamela's gaze with a straight face.

"Jake?" she mumbled thoughtfully while I walked over to the table and filled her glass to the brim with milk.

"Oh! The guy you met from the army who you made your manager!" Pamela said excitedly, like she'd just solved a puzzle that led to Pharaoh's treasure.

"You went from a weak student to the most popular Limitless in the world—with two employees—in less than a year."

She sounded like a single mother whose son had just graduated top of his class.

I said nothing and just slid the cup over to her side of the table before picking up my beer and opening it.

Gulp! Gulp!

Before I could even taste my drink, Pamela was already chugging down the milk. She left the cup half-empty by the time she was done and let out an exaggerated happy sigh—like she hadn't tasted milk in years.

It was annoying, but I didn't complain.

I took a sip of my beer and lowered the can before returning my gaze to Pamela.

"You haven't answered my question," I said before she could drink from her cup again.

She frowned like a child whose toy got taken away mid-play but slowly lowered the glass cup.

"Killing you was an option but not the plan," she confessed. "The organization asked me to confirm you're still on our side. Your recent activities put them on edge. So, I planned to beat the truth out of you—and then kill you if you'd really turned on us."

"Beating?" I blurted out. "Haven't you heard of asking first?"

Pamela only shot me an apologetic look before sticking the cup to her face and emptying it in one go.

Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

She made that annoying sound again before sliding the cup over to me and then glancing at the milk jar.

"Again?" I blurted out and stood upright. "Are you that shameless?"

Pamela nodded shamelessly with a sheepish smile on her face. Seeing this, I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Letting out a defeated sigh, I dropped my beer and slid the milk jar over to her.

"You can have as much as you want," I said—and almost regretted it immediately.

Without hesitation, she removed the cap and began gulping down the milk from the jar like a savage, spilling milk here and there as it rolled down the corners of her lips.

Even while in poverty, I wasn't this messy.

"Don't tell me the academy doesn't pay you well," I mocked.

Only then did Pamela stop drinking. She cleaned her mouth with the back of her palm before speaking.

"How can you talk to your teacher like that?" she rebuked, but I rolled my eyes.

"Teacher? Hmph!" I scoffed. "I never learned a thing from you!"

Pamela jerked back with a surprised look, clutching her chest like I'd hurt her feelings. It was all an act, but I wasn't the type to get gaslighted easily.

I walked over to the nearest seat and sat down before taking another sip of my beer.

"Now that you know I'm not ratting you out, what happens next?" I asked, returning to the main topic.

To my surprise, Pamela's gaze turned stern. She stared at me for a few seconds before speaking.

"We have a task for you," she said.

I was just about to take another sip but froze mid-motion and lowered the can with genuine interest.

"Fill me in," I said as I adjusted my sitting position.

Pamela slid off the kitchen table and walked over to my side, sitting beside me. Strangely, she grabbed both my hands and looked me square in the eyes.

"We want you to stop a war."

Buzz!

My soul shivered at her words, but my expression stayed calm—except for a small frown. I tried to pull my hand away, but she held on tightly, confusing me further.

"What do you mean stop a war?" I asked.

"Africa is in chaos. Mr. President plans to take advantage of it," she explained. "The problem is, Africa currently has strong ties with Russia and China. These two countries strongly oppose America and will see any incursion as a reason to go to war with us."

"Hold up." I pulled away and took a few steps back.

"Based on what I know, a good portion of African countries have been overrun by monsters from the Rift," I said.

But Pamela shook her head.

"African nations have contracted Russian and Chinese Limitless agencies and military to help retake those lands. If our soldiers enter, it will be considered an incursion. It will spark a full-scale war that starts in Africa—and eventually reaches America."

Buzz!

My eyes narrowed. Why would America act this way? But then I remembered—many of their so-called peacekeeping missions had never been about peace. Even in my original world, they used such excuses to steal from and suppress African nations trying to escape Western influence.

It shouldn't be too surprising here.

Suddenly, I felt warm hands gently holding my cheeks.

Only then did I notice Pamela standing in front of me—so close I could feel her breasts rubbing against me.

"You're a rising star and a symbol of what all American Limitlesses should be like. You fought in Louisiana and achieved a great victory. You have close ties with the military, so they're bound to get you involved in this," she said in a tone lovers used in the bedroom.

"So, what do you want me to do?" I asked.

"We need you to sabotage the first incursion mission given to you. America needs to fail so badly, it's too ashamed and is forced to cancel the mission entirely. Can you do that for me?" Pamela stood on her toes and slowly pulled my face closer.

My mind was a mess, trying to process everything she said and figure out how the hell I'm supposed to pull that off.

Wouldn't sabotaging the mission mean many American soldiers might die in the process?

What do the Watchers stand to gain by stopping this?

Shouldn't they be happy a war might weaken America's strength?

All those thoughts vanished the moment I felt her warm lips touch mine.

I snapped back to reality.

BITCH!

PA!