Limitless The Strongest Revenant

David Thomas, for all his power, was someone I had trouble understanding. He struck me as a blood knight. One who craved a good fight. Was that why he deliberately forced Robert to birth a demon?

But if so, why didn't he come forward when Andromalius popped up?

'No, I think the next question was how many times had he done this before?'

Reapers did not die of old age, only of fire and steel. Just like Isolde, there may be Reapers out there who have lasted for thousands of years. If David Thomas was such a being, how many times would he have done such a thing?

"Looks like you understood to a degree. Anyway, my time is short. In a nutshell I want you to be careful of the Revenants and IRIS. They are not an ally of the reapers, nor of humanity."

Even if someone disagreed with David's policies as king, could anyone tell him to stop? Revenant. Such a term carried with it unimaginable possibilities for both good and evil. If someone like David wanted to go on a rampage, nothing short of another Revenant could restrain him.

I had assumed that the Revenants were the heroes who kept humanity alive. But if that was the case, why would a Revenant try to bring a demon into the world? None of it made sense. And it was not just him. Erick Odinson, Liv's father, was similarly docile for a supposed demigod.

Clive Zanardi, the Revenant of Europe, may have been a complete asshole, but at least he acted with the big picture in mind. He restricted his assault teams and waited for saints to be born.

Even though his actions in creating those saints were despicable, I could understand him as a leader. I didn't agree with him, but his twisted logic made sense.

Li Wu Di, the Revenant of Asia, may have been a blood-drunk maniac, but from what I heard, his focus remained on killing the undead. Otherwise, there would have been nothing to stop him from using the Manifested to take over the world.

The fact that he waited for the truce to be broken before acting meant that he at least believed that keeping the peace was important.

I had no information on the Revenants of Australia, Africa, and South America. But it seemed, as always, that taking things at face value was dangerous.

Unlike medieval kings or modern presidents, a simple rebellion or coup would accomplish little. For one thing, the strongest warrior in our case was the Revenant. They were the ones on top because no one could go against their word. Simply put, they had the biggest sticks.

And unless I wanted to risk death, I had to tread carefully.

Before I became a reaper, I had nothing to lose. But now I do. Over the past week, the Sirens have taught me that with their bodies. Just as I would go mad if I lost them, my death would mean the end of their lives as well.

If I were killed, the Sirens would take revenge. That was an absolute certainty. Be it the undead, a demon, or even a Revenant. I was already the most important thing in the world to them. The love with which they smothered me left no room for doubt.

Therefore, I had to consider every decision carefully, because it would not only affect me, but also those around me.

"Luckily the girls will support me, so I am not worried. For now, the primary goal is for everyone to safely evolve into Specters. The next would be to create a battlefront."

The first one was already in progress. Everyone was at level 5, with Lilly at level 6. Level 4 was the entry point for Phantoms, while level 7 was for Specters.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

"Tsk, the levels themselves are easy to understand, but how hard is it for people to get to level 10?"

[If the records in the graveyard are to be believed, there have only been less than 100 confirmed Revenants to exist since time memorial.]

Well, there seemed to be only three things needed to evolve a reaper. A certain number of souls, the will to shed a part of yourself, and a desire for power.

Right now, I may have the desire for power and the souls, but I haven't found the will to completely cast off my memories. I think that would be where my girls and I would struggle.

For one thing, all the Sirens have already lost people close to them. Parents or mother figures whom they loved were no longer in this world. While we all knew it was something that had to be done, it was instinctively very hard to do.

I knew the girls and I would come to that crossroads one day. But there was a difference between choosing out of necessity and choosing out of desire. Lilly, being at level 6, would be the first to do so. Soon she would have to make a choice.

'And when that time comes, I have to be there for her. I have to be there for all of them.'

Speaking of which, right now I still have memories of my father. And although I still have a mother, I don't remember much about her either.

I usually forgot the ones I did not care about. Even when I went to the reunion, I barely remembered anyone but Caroline and Harry.

It was a good thing that the Simmons, who I considered my adopted family, were all still safe. Forgetting them would hurt me more than forgetting my real parents.

This was why I didn't push the girls or myself to evolve right away.

In exchange for their memories, they would receive a new {Fate} that would follow their desires.

As shown by {Regen}, {Replace}, and {Recursion}, there was an advantage to evolving in the middle of battle. For one, the {Fates} that were created could turn the tide and allow you to win.

If we didn't evolve them that way, I felt it was a waste. Still, the waste factor coupled with the memory issue were the reasons why I had yet to evolve to level 6, even though I could.

It was as if I wanted to delay letting go of my memories as long as possible.

"After all, once I did, I would never get them back."

Aki noted that if we somehow understood how memories were lost, we might be able to protect ourselves from it in the future. Books obviously didn't work, as Xander's journals showed. But maybe a video? Would digital recordings of our experiences suffice?

'This is way above my pay grade. I should concentrate on what I know.'

Of course, with my plans to create a new battlefront, the rules for managing my Reapers would fall to me.

For example, if I had a Specter who lost her loved one, say Eva Baker. What should I do? Should I follow David's actions and erase Adam Baker from everyone's memories?

Did I even have the power to stop Eva Baker if she went crazy? What if she lost her mind when the battlefront was at war?

As I began to consider why David and Zach made the rules the way they did, I felt their solutions might have been right.

The decisions I made would affect the lives I would be responsible for in the future.

"Well fuck, that is not any simpler now, is it?"

Somehow, my thoughts always spun out of control when Specters came into the picture. If I wanted to start with something simple, it would be that my new domain, the 24th floor of the NA Battlefront, was in trouble.

"Okay, let's start there. Exa. Tell me everything you know about the 24th floor."

[Yes, my lord. Please give me a minute.]