Limitless The Strongest Revenant

I knew of Hannibal's twisted schemes; it was why I couldn't bring myself to respect him. Hannibal Mandela's solution was that of a Hero. He used the least number of lives to save the majority. it was logical and led to arguable the best outcome.

And that was the same fucking reason we would never agree on anything. I never had the mentality of a Hero. I had the mentality of a demon lord. For my family, I was fine sending everyone else to hell.

"I see, you must be aware that killing this demon is probably one of the trials used to rank the princes. If you arrive to help Amari, as the one who brought you, it will be counted as his merit," Carlos tried to explain.

"In other words, he is using you. By even joining this "event", you are directly interfering in the political situation of another continent. Many would believe you have a hidden agenda. Frankly it diverges from what you, a warmonger who thinks of nothing of violence would do."

Herman's words were correct. Outside many would think I have some sort of deep political agenda. The girls and I already discussed it way back before we even began Operation Scissor.

But I really did not care much about what would happen to Amari and Africa after I kill this demon. My exact words were.

"I get to beat the living shit out of demons and Africa without any backlash. That alone makes this trip worthwhile. And no, regardless of how many of you ask, I will only be taking a squad from Vela's wolves. Finding a demon to beat up is hard."

"The two of you overestimate me. My only goal is to gain experience fighting demons. Amari is just a convenient excuse. I get to murder a demon without any collateral. They can split hairs about what happens after I leave."

"…" x2

"What?"

"I take back my words. Fighting a demon then not giving a crap about what happens after is something exactly what someone like you would do," Herman said as he facepalmed.

"Haha, isn't that of irresponsible, Limitless? You would be painting a target on Amari's back as a potential threat to the other princes. The Soldat clan may be annihilated if it turns out badly."

"I don't give a fuck. That is Amari's shit to figure out. If he is dumb enough to not consider what would happen to his family after he asked for my help, he deserves to die. I will take down that demon and fight anyone who tries to bar my way."

"May I ask why you would go to such lengths to fight a demon?"

Hearing Carlos' add question, I spoke my real thoughts on the matter. Everything I did up to this point and my entire way of life was predicated on a simple thing. It was humans and their agenda's that made everything complicated.

"I am quite simple. I want to spend the race of my days in peace with my harem. But Hellsgate threatens that, so I vowed to close this motherfucking place. That is my only goal and focus. Unfortunately, I am weak. In order to accomplish my goal, I have to get stronger, so I will do so.

"It would be great If the other continents just leave me alone, I will do their job for them. They don't even have to help me. All my strength, and everything I do is just for that purpose. If anyone or anything stops me or hinders me from my mission. I will simply kill them all."

"Holy mother fucking shit, you...You are serious, aren't you?"

Carlos raised his hands to Herman as if to silence him. The Inca Warrior then made a complicated expression as he furrowed his eyebrows.

"So, it would be correct to say that you neither wish for wealth, honor nor glory. Instead, you truly believe it is your mission to close Hellsgate. All so you get to live out the rest of your days in peace?"

"Yes."

"I see."

Suddenly the Inca Warrior stood up and was about to walk towards me, Herman who saw him, immediately tried to grab his arm to stop him.

"Carlos! Stop! What are you doing?!"

But rather than get angry, Carlos gently answered him with a smile.

"I have made my choice, Herman. You should too."

"I know that! But really? To him? Why are you certain?"

The Inca Warrior looked my way as he answered. Explore hidden tales at My Virtual Library Empire

"The Wraith acknowledgment by his majesty the Invincible. The Formless who broke the Armistice. A Phantom who killed Archdemons. The Reaper who quelled the Vampire Rebellion. One who commands machines and even monsters. How many more reasons do you need?"

"But…"

"My friend, I will not force you. But the moment to choose has arrived."

Herman unable to reply further released Carlos. The former commander of the South Americans then moved to my left and got on down one knee. He lowered his head and said in a loud and firm voice.

"Limitless, I have seen many Reapers over the course of my long life. Among all those who fight on the world stage most fight for their own selfish reasons. While you do so as well, you are the only one who aims to lift our curse.

"Everyone else focuses on just surviving till the end of the world. They cower before the might of Hellsgate. You do not. And although you have yet to become a Revenant, I I wish to put my shoulder with you."

I scoffed as I found his vow burdensome, "Do as you wish. I am not doing any of this for anyone else. I require your knowledge so give it to me. As for everything else, live and die by your own will, as I would with mine."

I was already responsible for Hellsend, taking in more bastards from other continents might come bite me back in the ass. I lacked the necessary political acumen to know if this would be a good or bad thing. The Sirens would know better.

With that in mind, I chose to neither accept nor reject his offer. And instead decided to just focus on the ball. Herman noticeably sighed in relief at my answer. Somehow, I wanted to know what he would say if I did take Carlos as my own.

"Alright, get back to your seat Carlos, I still need information on Hannibal and the four other classes. You can do whatever you want after teaching me."

"As you wish my lord," he said with a bow.

Fuck. I only just gotten used to being called that by Hellsend. How awkward was it to be served by those who could easily wipe the floor with you. Now, on top of Eva Baker, yet another Specter treated me as his lord.

'But I guess this is better than gaining yet another enemy. With his experience and knowledge maybe Hellsend can use him as a consultant or something.'

Carlos' demeanor changed. If earlier, he acted as he was with a drinking buddy now, he kept proper decorum and looked tense. Herman made a complicated expression at the 180-degree change of his superior.

His stiff and carefully calculated image reminded me of rank-and-file employee who were suddenly asked to have lunch with the president. It made me a bit comfortable thus I gave my two cents.

"Carlos, you are not my subordinate, nor am I your superior. At the moment you are my teacher. Loosen up, you saw how I am, you think I really gave a shit about proper manners?"

I then pointed towards Herman as I continued.

"This fucker has been cursing me even before we began your lecture. If I was narrow minded, I would have murdered him the moment he lowered his guard. Just talk normally."

"Haha, you are right. I guess my happiness and eagerness got the better of me. I will act like as I have had before, my lord. Now regarding your question. His majesty the Immortal is a Tyrant Shifter. Meaning he is one whose soulforms all lead to purity of concept."

"What does that mean? I heard he turns to forces of nature."

"He does, but he takes the concept to its extreme. His soulforms are natural disasters. At the moment there are four known that he regularly uses, but he has many others. A hurricane, an avalanche, a tidal wave and a raging wildfire. His majesty can turn to one or all four at the same time."

"He turns into natural disasters? And multiple ones at the same time?"

Fuck. The standards for being a Revenant even got more unbelievable.