Limitless The Strongest Revenant

It was an odd feeling. Originally, I wanted nothing more than to beat the living shit out of the people who invaded my land. More so when I learned of the hardships my girls had to endure.

But while I did hate them initially, I learned that they too had their own circumstances. And while that made me a bit sympathetic, I could care less. Thus, I challenged them to a fight and brought everything I had.

I was even half in mind to "accidentally" kill them using Roach's anti soul halberds. However, fate had other plans. Despite bringing them to the edge of ruin I know learned how dangerous my victory was to actual defeat.

I was fortunate that the first invasion force that arrived was from South America. Their continent created an invasion force made of nothing but their weakest Reapers. This meant each and every one who tried to invade us were so close to soul collapses they were deemed useless.

Unique to South America, was soul tattoos. Used to curb the malice at the expense of weakening the soul, these markings allowed Reapers to last longer by slowly growing weaker.

This allowed Hellsend to fight them off. Thus, while the force that attacked us was grand, they could only fight with a portion of their actual power. However, as I learned of the realities of Reaper combat my hatred for the South American bastards was blunted.

Maybe it was because they weren't actually able to kill anyone from our side. I am sure that certainly helped. But I know understand how foolish I was to try and fight off Specters with just Phantoms. If the first invasion was any country by South America, we might have had disastrous results.

My Seeker war made me extremely arrogant. I thought I could just fight battle after battle with overwhelming fire power and learn along the way. Carlos' lecture showed how foolish I have been. Enjoy new chapters from My Virtual Library Empire

Now that I knew the gap between a Specter and a Phantom, I honestly wanted to shoot the old me for his lack of caution. I couldn't even imagine what would have happened if we fought Africa or Asia first.

Thus, my gratitude for Carlos began to win over my desire for vengeance. The information he gives me would significantly help my future battles with Reapers. Knowing the moves of your enemy beforehand was one of the greatest advantages one can get.

"This beer tastes like shit! How can Yankees drink this stuff?" Herman complained.

'That is only for Carlos though. Given the chance I still want to beat THIS motherfucker to the ground.'

"Right where were we?"

"You still haven't finished with the Keepers," I said like a good student.

"Ah right. The Keepers. Now that you know that their power is derived from Oaths, I want to tell you of some general things we already know about them."

He finished off a chicken wing and drowned it down with beer.

"Buuuurp! Wow! That is good stuff. As I was saying, despite not being a Keeper, there are some generalities about them. First, Oaths and the {Fates} associated with them are more powerful the more it is a sacrifice for the Reaper."

"What do you mean?"

"Something easy like vowing to never drink beer will not have the same impact as vowing to never speak. Oaths are vows made to fate. They will be ranked and gain power equivalent to the price.

"For example, a vow of Chasity in the North is one of the most powerful Oaths there is. If say a Keeper from Asia made the same vow, it will not have the same power despite the Oath being the same."

I see. So useless promises will lead to useless results. That make sense.

"That said, there are a few standard Oaths used in the North. Eternal service to those that know their true name, never to speak, to never open their eyes, to never eat, to never drink and just a few of them.

"In their desperation, the nature pitiful situation of the North allows them to create vows that must enforce out of necessity. Therein lies the way to beat Keepers. More of them are killed outside of battle than in battle due to their nature."

"How so? Aren't all Northerners war obsessed fighters?"

"A lot of them are, but the ones I met, those who work as mercenaries, can be killed by a slice of meat and a cup of water. Others become slaves due to their names being found out. When facing a Keeper, the best way to fight them is to attack their Oaths."

"I see, if they keep getting defeated in such manners then it makes sense how why they would commonly stress honorable combat."

"Hahaha! Yeah, I once saw a Northerner die because one of his vows was to never sleep. His opponent found out and used a soulgear to knock him out. The backlash of the malice turned the Northerner insane. Allowing his enemy to shatter his soulgem."

Herman who ate a big mac with a knife and fork commented as he chuckled. "Oh, I remember hearing about that one. But personally, the dumbest Oath I heard was to never see the color violet. He died when a bunch of vagrants threw violet paint on him."

"…"

These guys were laughing at it but considering how dire the circumstances were in the North; I couldn't do the same. While my woman Liv carried the weight of the North on her shoulders her country men were getting killed with paint.

"Fuck…."

"Ah, that might have been insensitive of me. You are married to the Valkyrie of Ivaldi, correct?"

Hearing a familiar moniker, I nodded.

"My apologies, she is infamous among the Northerners as she announced her first Oath in front of their entire kingdom. Despite her valiance her reputation is bad."

'She did? Why didn't she tell me?' I thought inwardly a bit disappointed.

"What was the Oath?"

"Her Oath was that she will "Save the North". Oaths like that are called Reverse Oaths. You do not gain any power until after you fulfilled your vow. Thus, she was laughed and mocked for her hubris. And for being weak.

"Ivaldi was one of the lands lost when the North broke open. She was called "The Valkyrie who never fought". A Valkyrie of a ruined city meant that the Valkyrie couldn't protect her dominion. Such a moniker is nothing more than an insult."

'Fuck, I am going to give Liv a good talking too when she gets back!'

I clenched my fists in anger at the realization of what Liv had to go through. She probably didn't tell me because she was afraid or ashamed of such a history. No wonder she had terrible self-esteem.

"Ehem. That was basically all I had for Keepers. For the next class let's go with the one I know the most about. Summoners. Summoners fight using Champions. What they decide to be their Champion varies as much as the Reaper.

"Normally whatever desires the Summoner has is fulfilled by the Champion. If the Summoner wishes to control fire, their Champion would be the one to gain that ability. Unique to Summoners is along with our {Fates} our Champions evolve as well."

Carlos then summoned a couple of his ghosts and then clones of people I didn't recognize.

"I am a bit of an odd ball as I had extremely low self-esteem. This made my Wraith and Phantom ranked {Fates} to use different sets of Champions. Most Summoners are like Herman. His current Champions are ones enhanced by all of his {Fates}."

Herman made an arrogant smile as he continued to eat. He even stood up a bit straighter as if to empathize his capability.

"Champions are created by the mental images of the Summoner. The stronger the image the more powerful the Champion. Some take to nature. Some from fiction or fantasy. But a Champion tells you of the mentality of its Summoner."

I see. So, the ones who had animals probably projected what they believed to be strong. Herman's attire and Champions meant he had great pride in his idealized army, the Conquistadors of Spain and Portugal.

"For weaknesses, the Summoner class is pretty straight forward. Before they become Specters, they have only one weakness. You just have to kill the Summoner rather than the Champion."