Limitless The Strongest Revenant

I was too lax.

Even though I knew how dangerous the Slayer was, I grew complacent.

While I didn't mind getting hurt, it was unacceptable to see my girls copying my actions. Even if they were better at fighting than I was. Even if I was inferior compared to them.

"I refuse to accept this."

The more the Sirens grew, the more I saw the gap in our abilities. I was basically an imposter. Unlike the girls who trained in constant combat since childhood, I only started after I died.

Aside from Robyn and Bella, the rest were either full or half descendants. I could blame genetics, I could even blame circumstance. But those who never took responsibility would never grow.

As long as you blamed others.

The actions of others would have power over you.

That was one of the major problems with socialists. Instead of working to improve their lives, they blame everyone else.

"It's the economy's fault." "It's the president's fault." "I came from a divorce." "Trying my best isn't working." "I grew up without parents. "I was bullied and abused as a child. "I came from poverty."

Such statements may have been true. And one's circumstances would certainly have left many fearful, betrayed, and hurt. But nothing lasted forever. Not the good times and certainly not the bad.

I was weak. So fucking weak that my women would rather get themselves dismembered and beaten up than let me fight. There was no greater shame for a man.

When I saw my girls in such a sad state, I was angry at them. I was angry at Robert. But most of all, I was disgusted with my weakness.

If only I was stronger. This would never have happened.

If only I had more power.

If only I could fight better.

Most people would stop there.

But not me.

I have already died once. I had nothing but regrets. I refuse to carry any more when I die as a reaper. So I needed—change.

'Accept what you cannot change. Change what you cannot accept.'

I saw this in a book once and it stayed with me.

I could not change the way I was born. I could not change what the Sirens went through. I could not change how powerful the Slayer was.

But everything else? I could.

I refuse to accept that I remain weak.

I refuse to accept that the Siren's must continue to suffer.

I refuse to accept that the Slayer was more powerful than I am.

So I must change.

"Exa."

[I am here, Limitless.]

"Do the {Fates} understand how I feel right now?"

[They do.]

"Tell them to begin."

[They said it would hurt. Much more than ever before. The more {fates} you force into you, the worse it will be.]

"I don't care."

[They said you will die.]

"Probably. But that is what {Replace} and {Rewind} are for."

[They ask how you can still be like this after all this time.]

"Tell them I was stupid from the start."

[They unanimously agreed that only you could be stupid after eight lifetimes.]

"What? Wait! What does that ..."

[{Kismet} Reconstruction has begun.]

At that moment, I felt every cell in my body begin to burn. However, I didn't want to worry the girls. So I gritted my teeth and tried to keep quiet.

"Ugh."

It was even worse than when Saturday died on me. The burning sensation was like nails being forced through my blood vessels. My muscles tightened as if I was being beaten with sledgehammers.

"Bleagh!"

Blood gushed violently from my mouth. A ringing sensation pounded in my head. It made me want to go crazy. It continued as if a drum was being beaten in my brain.

My vision turned red as I felt more blood coming out of my eyes. It was also dripping from my nose and ears. Fortunately, I was already covered in blood, so my suit was already filthy.

[Limitless, the preparations are finished. The real thing begins now. Good luck.]

'Well fuck. I thought it already did.'

A click sounded and I experienced hell.

"ARRRRRRRRRHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!"

It was indescribable, relentless and unbearable.

But as my mind started to drift away. I tried to remember.

Why I was experiencing this pain. Why I had willingly chosen such hardship.

It came back to the Sirens.

Then to my adopted family, the Simmons.

Finally, I remembered what it felt like to die alone in the street.

The bitterness and grief that consumed me then was worse.

Yes.

Dying for no reason was worse than all of this.

That pain meant one thing. That I was changing.

That I could get better.

So I would continue.

Until I could no longer.

I don't know what happened after that, but eventually I woke up to Exa's soft whisper.

[My Lord. It is time to wake up].

I opened my eyes and noticed that I was completely naked.

However, my body felt extremely light. As if shackles had been removed from me. When I tried to stand, I felt tremors under my feet.

Hearing the source of the conflict, I turned and saw the Sirens holding Robert at bay. Despite the man's best efforts, the girls wouldn't allow him to leave. Like a dance, the Sirens sealed the Slayer in a cage of bullets and steel.

"Exa, how long was I out?"

[You were reconstructed for ten minutes.]

"Tsk. {Rewind}. Exa, show me my status."

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Name: Limitless

Race: Reaper | Rank: Phantom | Origin: Artificial Descendant

Souls available: 43,202 | To evolve: 75,000

{Fates:} {Auto} |{Save} | {Rewind} | {Reload} |{Regen} | {Replace} (4)

{Fate} loan expiration: 8 D

{Limitless} Status: Deactivated

{Kismet} 4/10 : {Limitless} v.3 | {EXA} v.3 | {Armory} v.2 | {Bestow} v.1

Skills: {Blink} | {Flash} | {Portal} | {Program} | [Vengeance] | [Strike] | [Inventory] | {Shelter} | [Analyze] | [Overdrive]

{Programs]: [Autosave], [Autoload], [Filter].

Settings:

[Mind Slot]: [Wizard] | [Cyborg] | [Commander]

[Spirit Slot]: [Assassin] | [Hunter]

[Body Slot]: [Knight] | [Berserker]

{Kindred:} Minerva | Inari | Satis | Rhiannon | Ishtar | Vela | Freyja

Soulgear: {Day by Day}

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"..."

As expected, there were a bunch of new skills and reorganizations, but what struck me the most were the new Race and Origin fields.

Race didn't mean American or Caucasian. It literally meant race as in whether I was human or not. And as I understood it, instead of human it now said Reaper. Origin, on the other hand, was not so simple.

"Exa, explain my origin."

[With the help of 50,000 souls, the {Fates} have improved every aspect of your body. Descendants are created by infusing a soul into a person's cells. What happened to you was similar.]
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"So I am a descendant now?"

[In a sense. This change is different from the soul surge you feel when you ascend. Ascending as a Reaper boosts your soul, but your origin boosts your body.]

"Is it permanent, or will it disappear the next time my {fates} are erased?"

[The change is permanent. Think of it as the {Fates} of the Sirens combining with your body.]

"Got it. Then explain other changes. Start with the settings."

Observing, I noticed that the settings had switches that I could flip to the left or right. Since I had no machinery inside me, it must be just a symbolic representation.

[Based on the battle data collected by the {Fates}, they concluded that...]

"Exa. Talk to me as if I were five."

[Jack-of-all-trades bad. Specialization good. Too many {Fates}. Turn some off as needed. Three switches. One class per switch.]

"Got it. Explain the classes."

[One class for Mind.

Wizard - Smartest. {Fates} cost less, can fly.

Cyborg - Smarter. Talk to PCs, has radar and imaging.

Commander - Smart. For {Day by Day}]

[One class for Spirit.

Assassin - Fast. Quiet. Detection. Hits hard.

Hunter - Never misses. Detection. Hits very hard.]

[One class for Body.

Knight - Durable. Strong. Wall. High armor.

Berserker - No armor. Stronger. High pain tolerance. Heal from kills].

"Got it, and I can use a total of three and switch between them?"

[Yes].

"Can I go all in one class?"

[Yes. Tell me which one and we go into overdrive mode. If only one class is activated, it will increase its chosen abilities.]

"Okay, is there anything else I should know?"