Limitless The Strongest Revenant

I did not have nor want to waste time investing in Zanele only for her to fail and start over. Earth was my backyard, so securing it before I charged deeper was necessary. If while I was fighting on the lower floors the demons attacked Earth, it would be costly.

Her current reason, "I saw your vision," was not good enough. I needed something more. Something that I knew would have enough in it to fuel her to not give up. To be able to fight against the status quo even if she needed to bleed.

"And just to reiterate, I do not intend to take you or any woman for that matter into my harem. I am not, nor have I ever been, sexually attracted to you or anyone since I came here. I am devoted to the Sirens. So, telling me you love me without warning is not a good reason.""

A common trope in harem media was for girls to fall for the MC unexpectedly over trivial matters. While I knew the chances were slim, I did not wish to give hope to anyone who might develop a crush on me for my actions.

When Amari stood down, the girls did too; Robyn returned to her seat as if nothing had happened.

'Good boy. Honey is a naturally born Casanova; such warnings are necessary.'

'Hehe. Darling is too cute! It would never get that far! I would kill her way earlier!'

'Hmm, can't blame the slaggers, though. My Possum is the best after all.'

'Anata, why must you constantly raise the standard for men? Haven't you spoiled me enough?'

Ignoring the questionable responses of my harem, I waited for Zanele. Only rather than answer me, she raised her head and burst out in hearty laughter. Zanele's guffaws were carefree. Like those of a normal girl. The woman even began tearing up in happiness.

"Mother? A-Are you all right?"

"I didn't even know that she could laugh like this," Mia added.

I had no idea what was so funny, but I didn't try to stop Zanele. Anyone who knew how rare such bouts of joy wouldn't. Such moments made one feel alive. Even the stupidest things made it all the better if one found joy in them.

"Hahaha! Oh my, that was perhaps the best laugh I've had in centuries. Forgive me."

"I don't mind. Should I even ask why you find my last comment funny?"

"Ah. It was just an observation. Successor, are you aware of how you come across to most people?"

"Hmm. I don't. An asshole, maybe?"

"You come across as a force of nature," Zanele replied with her eyes closed.

"A what?"

"A force of nature. Like a chaotic storm or a raging tide. You have a goal and will destroy anything in your path. Your power leaves those around you with a choice: be swept away or be ravaged. You care not about the reasons or wills of others."

I wanted to refute her, but somehow couldn't do it. To a degree, it felt incredibly accurate.

"To be honest, I find you deeply frightening." You remind me of the Revenants and my husband. Much like you, they all act in the same manner. Of those I met, none of them cared about anything but their own goals."

Zanele smiled in a forlorn manner as she hugged her arms. All the sadness emanating from her felt like a great weight pressing down on her.

"Yet, unlike them, you do not stand alone. Your love for your women forces you to do things you otherwise wouldn't. For them, you save. For them, you kill. At the same time, they all stand with you and never leave your side. Compared to them, I am quite pathetic.

"The Sins. No, the Sirens. They support the weight that you would have otherwise carried on your shoulders. I ended up wondering what would have happened to my husband had the Royal harem and I tried to help him. If we had the courage to stand by his side."

It took some time to digest what Zanele had said. But I couldn't agree with her more. The Sirens were the most important people in my life. Everything I did revolved around them. They were my why. And I knew that so long as I had them, I would never surrender to anyone.

"Successor. I am not sure if this is a good enough answer. But I wish to follow the Sirens' example. I wish for your support for one reason and one reason alone. I love the current Hannibal Mandela. We met by chance before he took the mantle of the Immortal.

"And through the years, he gradually forgot me." It broke my heart and caused my insecurities to resurface. None of the royal harem truly loves the Immortal. They might have before. But when that Hannibal died, they stopped. I am the only woman selected by the current Hannibal."

I see. That made a lot of sense. Why would the royal harem offer affection to the Immortal when he will merely be replaced in the future? They would attempt several times. But their hearts would eventually die after a few tries.

'Even the most devoted dog lover would lose the will to continue. Loving a dog only to watch it die is a love story that always ends in tragedy.'

Once that happened, the Royal Harem would bear him Descendants. But they would withhold everything else. Without support, the Immortal would end up alone. Forced to carry the responsibilities for an entire continent. On top of being exposed to more malice due to his role.

'I feel like there is a truth buried in that. Is that why all the Revenants turned insane? Because they just stopped caring? Even David had his entire family suddenly die.'

The details of the event were hidden. Even Lilly could not find out. But somewhere after David became a Revenant and before he found Lilly, he had once had a family. Only they suddenly perished for reasons no one knew.

'Considering the power David carried, it could not have been an accident. Yet he still had to protect the masses even after the pain. I don't think I could do that.'

My thoughts got interrupted when Zanele suddenly bashed her head into the ground. With a powerful impact, blood began to drip as her skull split open. Yet her voice did not tremble and remained fierce.

"I wish to grow enough strength to stand with my husband, Successor. Like you, I have decided. I will protect the man I love or die trying. No one on this continent has even spared me or the Soldat clan any assistance. Only you. I will regret it if I let this chance pass by."

Before I could answer, she lifted her head. Blood ran down her face while tears trailed along her cheeks. Yet, rather than pitiful, she looked like a bloodthirsty lioness. With eyes that burned with immense courage, she gazed at me, and the Sirens.

"Sirens. I beg of you. As fellow women eager to help those we adore. Please lend me your power. I have watched the man I love slowly kill himself. And even now as he dies I could not even take care of him. That ends today. For Zwe, I will do anything! No matter the price! PLEASE HELP ME!"

From the emotions surging from the Sirens, I already knew what their answer would be.

'Guess we're going to be busy,' I thought inwardly.