Limitless The Strongest Revenant

[Limitless: Thank you. Everyone, please come to me. Dear, Kamisan, that includes you two]

I wasn't sure why, despite the long pause, not a single one of the Formless reapers tried to say anything. It was strange. Normally, spies would try to make their point. But these people just stayed where they were. Could they not think of anything to convince me?

Not willing to wait, I called out to my harem.

"My lovely Sirens, come to me."

Two space corridors opened beside me, courtesy of Jasmine and Bella. Out of the doors came Aki and Lilly. Robyn, Liv and Jo also teleported to my side. Not willing to let them do the dirty work alone, I called up my bullpup assault rifles.

'[Inventory] F90s.'

My weapons manifested in my hands, at the same time all my girls similarly armed themselves.

"Shoot them."

And so the Sirens and I began unloading every round we had into the group of seventy-five. Screams and a hail of gunfire rang out. Many, unable to escape our sudden onslaught, fell to the ground.

Those behind tried to run, but it made no difference. A storm of lead tore through the flesh of both the Academics and Fortification. Some tried to draw weapons, but their limbs were suddenly crippled.

It took a keen eye to notice, but despite our seemingly wanton rampage, all were still alive. Some attempted to use soulgears, but could not withstand our barrage. Then the unthinkable happened.

One of the Academics suddenly transformed into a Minotaur. On the side of Fortification, two people suddenly turned into mist. Surprised, I was about to order my girls to take them down but my Sirens were even faster.

Lilly and Liv focused fire on the Minotaur's lower legs, severing them both. The loss of both lower limbs caused the shape-shifter to face plant to the ground.

Jas suddenly fired a Sacred round that grazed the monster's eye, causing it to explode. As if by design, the angle and momentum minimized the damage. It didn't inflict any wounds other than the eye.

"The next one will end your life. Stay down." Jas said coldly.

Suddenly, firing a blessed bullet was extremely flashy, so the environment became noisy when seeing a Sacred for the first time. The mists, on the other hand, were being shot at repeatedly by Robyn, Aki, and Bella.

Of course, gases couldn't be harmed by projectiles, so it floated around hazily. That was until Jo suddenly appeared under the fog with [Flash Step].

"{I order you to undo your {Fate}, NOW}!"

Two burly-looking men appeared out of the mist. They tried to jump on my Italian darling as if to strangle her.

That would have been what happened. Instead, they ate 9mm rounds from the MAC-11, the MP5SD. Courtesy of the 629 Competitor, .44 Magnums also gouged their flesh.

I stopped firing when everyone in both groups looked like chewed-up rags. Then I ordered Joshua in a monotone voice.

"Captain, tend to the wounded and bring the manifested along with their leaders to me."

"Yes, Commander!"

I looked at Phillip and his aides and ordered next. "Phillip, find out who these bastards are."

"As you command."

The monocled bastard had been with me from the beginning. So he was present at both ambushes and saw the pile of corpses I created the other night. But Will and Tildi weren't so, they both had horrified expressions.

Since they were Phillip's responsibility, I ignored them. Funnily enough, I saw Liv and Aki join those who were handing out medicine to those we had shot. Despite their terror at my girls, most of the Formless on the ground had no choice but to accept.

The onlookers, of course, saw the carnage and gossiped among themselves. Many vomited on the ground, while others were restrained by their comrades.

"DUDE, let me go! LIMITLESS is fucking insane! How can he shoot innocent people like that?"

"And what are you going to do about it, dumb fuck! Can you even block bullets? You would be dead the moment you step out. This is not our fight!"

"How can someone be so fucking evil! How many of us does he want to kill?"

"You seem to forget that the first two groups tried to murder him."

"And what about this group? He just shot them down in cold blood!"

" Yeah! And these people tried to join him! Who the hell does that?"

"Why doesn't the White Guard come here to arrest Limitless and his goons!"

More and more people began to express their discontent. And even though I was a demon from their point of view, I hardly gave a crap what they all thought of me.

Instead, I summoned a USP match and pointed it at Van Micron, asking politely. I gestured to the unconscious Reaper who could turn into a Minotaur,

"You have five seconds before I give you a new nostril. Explain."

"He was a researcher I was working with. All this time I thought he was Formless. It seems he was sent by my peers to spy on us. No wonder our data has been constantly leaked."

"Kamisan, please ask him what he knows. In the most painful way possible."

"Yes, Master."

Aki appeared at that moment and took the reaper away.

When the people around me heard my words, they made faces full of terror. But I ignored them all and turned to the leader of the Formless Academics.

"Continue."

"I knew you would not kill us. But I also knew that you would have some kind of test. My people and I are Formless who were trampled in the Academics. Our research and papers have been taken and used by the Manifested. They have pressured us into submission."

"And how can you be sure that I would not have done the same?"

Van then winced as he tried to sit up properly and speak.

"I knew you were different from the data they tried to hide about you. You were recognized by David Thomas! And you managed to take down rank D's as a Wraith! You are mad! Since I had no place among the sane, I will go be with the lunatics instead."

Anyone who could say crap like that and be willing to get shot obviously had balls. Forget about looking weak. This bastard was dangerous.

Ignoring him, I looked at Terence Anvil and motioned for him to speak.

"And you?"

"We are formless craftsmen in Fortification. Unlike the manifested who use their {Fate}s, we are true blacksmiths who know how to work a forge. But everyone says we are worthless. No one will support us. So rather than continue to starve, we have eagerly sought out someone who knows our worth."

Oh? Real craftsmen? Like the people who build shit? Although {Fates} were powerful, they usually had strict limits. In contrast, traditional crafting required nothing more than knowledge, materials, and skill.

Hiding my surprise, I asked mockingly, "And you think I give a shit?"

"Um, no. We have heard how powerful you are. But when we heard you formed the 2nd Amendment, we wanted to join you. We can even fight! We are willing to work even as porters if need be! Our {fates} may be pathetic, but we have heart!"

I then pointed to the people who could turn into mist. "And them?"

"I don't know what to tell you, my lord. I am the same as Van, they worked with me for months saying they were Formless. I am ashamed, but they had me fooled."

Stowing away the USP match, I then said in reply.

"Both of you tell me your {fates}. I will decide what to do after I hear them."

"It is {Mind Trace}, esteemed one. I can hear the thoughts of people in the past."

"Mine is called {Twice the Strength}. It doubles my arm strength."

'This just got much more interesting," I mused.

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