Limitless The Strongest Revenant

25 Phantoms. 25 motherfuckers who could survive a bullet to the heart or brain. There were also 25 Wraiths who were part of the reinforcements. I had somehow expected them to bunch up the heavy hitters in the last wave.

Just 5 of the Phantoms managed to mess up my battle tempo. Granted, Spade and B-Ball were the priority targets I wanted to get rid of.

"Why the fuck are Robert and Dominic here already?!"

Not really expecting an answer, I concentrated on the fight. As Sunday, Monday, and Tuesday continued to blast the hell out of the third wave, I switched POV to Saturday.

I took the BLR 81 and tried to find Robert. But when I looked into my scope, I saw a black spear coming at me!

'Shit!'

I could not react fast enough. I felt a long object impale my torso. The pain was excruciating. Pushed back by the projectile's momentum, I was thrown from the second floor.

As my soul avatar began to go into shock, I was unable to switch POVs and died. At that moment, all of my remaining bodies felt our necks break. Helpless, we all crumpled to the ground in pain.

The sensations were unlike anything I had ever experienced. Every soul avatar, including my original body, was unable to handle the sudden jolt to our brains.

"This is bad, if I don't recover. I am really going to die."

For all its advantages, {Day by Day} had an immense weakness. By having seven different bodies, it multiplied all the nerves I could use to feel pleasure, but that was also true for pain.

Since none of the soul avatars had their own brains, all the brain signals from seven different bodies went through only one mind. The effect was what just happened.

The bodies shared sensations like ghost limbs. Even though only Saturday died, it was as if all of us died. And since I only had one brain, Sunday felt the brunt of it and shared the feelings with the surviving avatars.

"FUCK! GET A GRIP! YOU ARE NOT DEAD YET!"

Forcing my mind to clear all unnecessary thoughts, I quickly cycled through each body to calm them down.

While Sunday was still fine, Wednesday began to hyperventilate from stress. Thursday, who had still not joined the fight, recovered at a much faster rate. Monday and Tuesday, while shaking, were still able to wield their weapons.

"Okay, we are still in this. We're okay. We're okay," I repeated like a mantra.

When I calmed down, I had Sunday check the corpses of the 3rd wave. I quickly found B-Ball and Spade and calmed myself. I saw what looked like a burnt body similar to the rubber guy. But the most frightening thing was that Vanish was not here.

"Fuck!"

With Sunday, Monday, and Tuesday, I tried to look around the fort perimeter. I carefully tried to get the three of us to form a defensive circle. But suddenly I heard loud explosions from a nearby location.

"The 2nd floor?"

I quickly shifted my view to Thursday and saw a blinding streak coming towards me.

"FUCK!" I cursed yet again.

Reflexively, I squeezed the trigger of the M1014. 12-gauge 00 bucks fired in rapid succession. The streak moved randomly as it tried to evade my shots. However, it had little room to maneuver in the narrow corridor.

I suddenly felt a stabbing pain in my collarbone. Despite the searing pain, I didn't remove my finger from the trigger and aimed the M1014 at Vanish.

Maybe because he enjoyed stabbing me for too long, he pulled back too late. A wave of buckshot slammed into his chest, knocking him backwards. My vision, already blurred from the loss of blood, stayed on him.

With adrenaline coursing through my veins, I ran forward, still keeping the shotgun pointed at my opponent. Like a piece of meat, Vanish was shot again and again as pieces of him were torn from his body.

A loud thud echoed as his torso finally hit the ground. Blood spurted from his mouth, nose, and eyes as he struggled to move. Shadows were already beginning to wiggle around his entire body, a sign that he was healing.

"Kuwayhk! [Weak point targeting]." I chanted my combo skill as I vomited blood and approached.

My vision saw that his soulgem was no longer on his body. Yet he was still alive! Weary from pain and exhaustion, I looked around and noticed a glowing object.

Using [Eagle Eye], I saw that the glowing soulgem was an elbow. More specifically, it was an elbow attached to a severed arm.

"What the fuck? Huff... Is that how you survived? You cut off your arm and threw it away? Huff."

Unable to answer, Vanish continued to vomit blood as he struggled to move. From what I could see, his spine must have been broken, so he was already paralyzed from the neck down.

It made sense. His strategy. A phantom's body would recover as long as the soulgem was in one piece. Putting it on his elbow and then throwing it away was pretty smart.

People who couldn't see soulgems would waste time on his other body parts while the critical piece remained safe. I mean, who cares about an opponent's severed arm? Only their lovers or followers would even bother to look for it.

"If only you hadn't met me," I said, already delirious.

With nothing but adrenaline and will holding me up, I aimed the M1014 at the severed arm and emptied my magazine tube.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Vanish's horrified face as his soulgem shattered. When it did, his head finally fell lifeless to the ground. As I felt relief, my body collapsed on the spot.

It was ironic that Vanish had failed to kill me with one blow. Perhaps it was because he was in the midst of healing, but his knife probably missed its intended target.

"This is bad, I have to unsummon Thursday..."

I quickly switched back to Sunday and summoned my heavily damaged soul avatar.

"{Thursday}."

With the immediate crises resolved, I allowed my other bodies to relax and sought out my only ally.

"Exa, what the hell was that? How did Saturday get speared from so far away? I don't remember seeing such an ability."

[It seems Savior has decided to imitate your approach to combat].

"What do you mean?"

[The spear that impaled your soul avatar was constructed from ten different {Fates}. {Clay} made the shape, and they then applied {Fates} that increased its momentum, aim, and weight, as well as adding curses that reduced armor, slowed reaction time and increased pain.]

"Isn't that fucking cheating!"

[This is to be expected. In actuality, before seeing you in battle, hardly any Reapers would have thought of combining multiple {Fates} in the same attack.]

"..."

I didn't know if that was a good thing, but I could understand why. Since most reapers were limited to two {Fates}, it was hard to even think that it was possible. Normally, people used soulgear to compensate for their weaknesses.

The numbers in the graveyard marketplace showed that defensive {Fates} and Soulgear were naturally the priority. Hardly any of the reapers pursued combat roles if they had only support or defensive {fates}. This lead to the imbalance of combatants having purely offensive abilities.

Savior was unique in that they weren't even a real army. To put it bluntly, they were just a ragtag group of assholes. Trust was the key issue. Few would allow their {Fates} to be used without payment.

The ones who could benefit from sharing their {Fates} were the Specter Assault Teams. But they had other problems that dwarfed the concerns of Phantoms like me. Although, even as a Phantom, I already had problems fending off malice.

[As far as I can see, this combination of {Fates} was specifically designed to counter your ability to {Rewind}. The group that created it is an amalgamation of both Phantoms and Wraiths.] Discover hidden content at мѵʟ

"Well fuck! Anything else I should know?"