Limitless The Strongest Revenant

Sadly, the images I saw of how Robyn died in my dreams matched the tales of her suffering from the Mabinogi. I simply couldn't accept such a truth.

I began researching Pwyll's traces on earth. I mean if the dude was human to begin with, that simply meant he should have had some history, right? But that wasn't the case. There was no record of Pwyll on Earth.

But the same could not be said about his kingdom, Dyfed. Dyfed was a real kingdom on Earth that existed during 410-920 AD. While it had a long history it didn't manage to survive the passage of time.

Funnily enough while the kingdom itself was gone. Dyfed remained protected in modern times as a preserved county in southwestern Wales. And despite it not being considered a country in the truest sense, it was one in spirit.

The fact that Pwyll's kingdom actually existed bothered me. Old fucks like Gareth in general still ventured to Earth when the people they knew still existed. But as more and more of those humans died out, I could understand why ancient Reapers all eventually end up secluding themselves in Hellsgate.

It was the curse of immortality. Pwyll as a Reaper could no longer return to his own kingdom, all records of him were probably erased by IRIS, similar to what they still do to this day. How agonizing must it have felt to slowly watch your humans age, die and forget about all of them?

I had Exa search links between the Mabinogi and the current Europe upper class. She found that there were a bunch of noble families claiming to come from the lineages of the other characters of the Mabinogi.

Mainly Bran the Blessed, Gwydion, Lleu Llaw Gyffes and Pryderi, the son of Pwyll and Rhiannon. I used to think that such claims were done by lunatics who had nothing better to do.

But on the minuscule chance that they were true, these bastards would have sired Descendant after Descendant similar to my girls. Most of the Sirens were Descendants with some being having longer histories than the others.

Jas and Jo were 10-generation Descendants. Exa told me that to be of the tenth generation meant having at least 250 years of history. That was on the assumption that children would be borne by age 25.

That would place the Benelli's and the Denel's to be from 1770! I couldn't even understand what it would feel like to have such a background. But that still paled in comparison if the Mabinogi families really existed until now. Just how fucking powerful would their Descendants be?

The more I grew as a Reaper the more I understood about the history and decisions made by the past. After having my brain turn to mush, I opted to not study the other Siren's names and their histories. Just one mythology already left me having an aneurysm.

Aside from the fact that I saw all their deaths, their legends being intertwined with my own lives just made it all the more troublesome. Seeing Mars, Nergal and Tyr, some of the most famous gods in pop culture was enough to make me hesitant.

However, it seemed that regardless of what I wanted, Reapers were truly already a part of my life even before I died. Cú Chulainn being a Keeper was something I didn't expect. But it was something I could believe and understand.

Even in Anime and Manga, there were stories that revolved around vows. Tales where just knowing a person "True Name" was enough to make that person their servant. Or people who took out their eyes or wore masks out of some vow or pledge.

"Sigh. It all of those stories were based on Keepers then it all made sense," I murmured.

When my focus returned to reality, I saw Carlos furrowing his brows while making a tired expression. As our eyes met, he then asked in a low voice, "Who was it?"

"Huh?"

"Who was it? The figure that allowed you to connect the dots?"

"What do you mean?"

"South Americans call it the "look". It's when you make the connection that the past, present, myth, and reality are all somehow connected by fate. That most of what you consider to be religion or stories made up by someone, turns out to be Reapers forgotten in time."

At the Inca warrior's words, I clenched my teeth. So, it seemed like the shock I felt was normal. I assumed I was special since I had {Code} and {Calculate} but I was arrogant. The realization I had with Pwyll was basically the truth knocking at my door.

I ignored it but Cú Chulainn's story forced me to accept the truth.

Upon realizing that myth was in fact ancient history, the legends among them, the bad ones in particular were now of grave concern. Norse the most prominent had Ragnarok. The end of all creation. With the "look" it ceased to be a fairy tale and was now a real danger.

"It was Pwyll and the Mabinogi," I answered trying to calm my nerves.

"Welsh? Interesting. I guess the nature of Linkers would make it easy to establish ties. For me it was The Weeping Woman and Brother Mohán."

'Exa?'

[Both are famous folk stories in Columbia. Brother Mohán or El Mohán is about a legendary creature believed to inhabit rivers and streams, often depicted as a handsome man who lures women to the water, sometimes with tragic consequences.

[The weeping woman or La Llorona is a tale of a beautiful woman who fell in love with a man who betrayed her. In her despair, she drowned her children and now wanders, searching for them.]

'That's…something...'

[Yes, the only resemblance between them is that both are tales about the dangers of wandering near bodies of water. Colombia has many rivers, lakes, and coastal areas which would explain the need for such stories.]

Wanting to understand why Carlos considered these folk stories as his the "look" moment, I asked out of curiosity.

"I am familiar with both. Why did you connect Reapers to them?"

"Because I learned from a Graveyard report that there was a Rogue Shifter from Africa who ran to Columbia around 1840. The Shifter's {fate} turned him into water. He kidnapped women around the area to rape, kill and turn them into Reapers.

"La Llorona was one his victims. The only one who had a regret strong enough to ascend to a Reaper. However, as El Mohán forbade her from returning to Earth, La Llorona used her Champions to drown her children believing they could join her in Hellsgate."

I then remember what Exa just mentioned about La Llorona.

[…In her despair, she drowned her children and now wanders, searching for them.]

"Fuck…" I cursed out loud as Carlos finished dropping a bomb.

"Yeah. El Mohan was terminated by a Specter nearly two centuries after. He was very good in hiding. Without a proper water-based Champion, Summoners couldn't subdue him. Especially in open waters. Funnily enough the report said La Llorona's betrayal was what lead to his death." Your journey continues on My Virtual Library Empire

At his words my mind understood the dynamics of the Reaper Classes. If an African Reaper whose soul form turned him into water fought a Summoner who only had tigers or insects, the former would win.

'I mean, how the fuck could you even hurt water? I thought Soul forms were limited to animals but if they could turn to elements then they had the potential to become extremely powerful!'

The more I heard about Reapers the more I learned that I knew nothing. If Columbian folk tales spoke of the crimes of Rogues, then it was not impossible that America's stories would be the same.

Feeling, I had to learn more about the Reapers Classes, I fixed my seat and pulled out a bucket of chicken, burgers and cans of Miller high Life. If just the information about Keepers was this loaded, what more of the others?

"Carlos, I cannot even begin to describe how much I appreciate your lectures to me right now. I no longer wish to duel you. Please eat to restore your strength. And teach me more."

"Like I said my friend, you have done more for me, so this is nothing. But I am a bit hungry. I see that you have KFC and Mc Donalds I wonder if yours tastes the same from the ones in my country?"

In line with his personality as a rich obnoxious asshole, Herman commented in disgust. "Tsk. Fast food? Don't you have any proper food? Why must we dine on this trash like peasants?"

I found that rather than waste my breath on this bastard I should just listen to Carlos. When the Inca warrior noticed I ignored his comrade he smiled and continued as he unfolded the paper wrapping on a big mac.

"As I was saying…"