Limitless The Strongest Revenant

An unexpected high filled my body. It was like the feeling you have when you receive something you have been waiting for a long time.

I didn't know if it was because of the pain I had to endure to get here. But right now, my thoughts were filled with how to fillet this fish bastard.

"So, how should we spend our time together?"

I unconsciously felt my smile turn into a wide grin. It wouldn't be fair if only I got a gift, would it? Using its fins and appendages for support, I moved to the top of its head. Then I sat down and patted the scaly body of the corpse eater like an older brother.

"Do you realize how fucked up you are right now?" I said with a sneer.

{Reveal} showed a gem-like orb deep inside the undead's body. With a body larger than even Isolde's, none of my weapons would be enough to reach it in one shot. But who said I only needed one?

Normally she would move her body to get rid of me. But now that I was on top of it, it had no way to eject me. Unlike normal birds and fish, the Corpse Eater's fins or wings on its sides were far too small to allow it to maneuver.

There was a reason. It had chosen to use souls just to be able to move.

"It's sad to think how most of America would relate to you. But no matter. If one bullet is not enough to put a hole in you? How about a hundred?"

Then I slowly balanced myself and walked towards the undead's weak point. When I arrived, I drew my two most powerful weapons.

"{Thief}, M60, 1887. Happy birthday, motherfucker!"

Dual wielding two heavy caliber weapons, I pointed them both down and pulled the triggers. The M60 began raining 7.62×51mm NATO into its skin. Since the rounds lacked the power to bury deep, it was more like a drill than a needle.

The 1887 was currently loaded with 10 gauge rounds. The gun mercilessly spat lead into the helpless fishbird. With dexterity, I copied the Terminator and spincocked the gun to reload the shotgun.

With both weapons firing at full capacity, the undead let out a terrible groan of pain. Black, oil-like blood spurted out each time a bullet pierced the undead's skin.

Like a madman, I enjoyed the agonized screams of the once high and mighty Corpse Eater.

"HAHAHAHAHAHA! How does it feel, you bastard?! Here, have some more!"

The Corpse Eater tried to move his body to shake me, but like a morbidly obese fat fuck, he couldn't even shake me off. My weapons systematically sliced into the flesh of the undead.

When the 1887 ran out of bullets, I dropped it, then drew the AR-15 and resumed the unleashing of freedom.

Like a symphony of an orchestra, my ears relished the melody of its shrieks and the ratatat of the M60. As its maestro, I made sure my audience remained attentive by never stopping the rain of bullets!

Eventually I sensed Imps approaching, but it was too late. The nonstop volley dug a hole several feet deep in the top of the fishbird.

Its flesh was pulverized and nearly liquefied by the never-ending barrage. Knowing it was deep enough, I threw the AR-15 and buried my hand in the undead.

Originally, I was supposed to just bury the grenades and blow the insides of the fucker to pieces. But a feeling of warmth beckoned to me from inside the undead body.

My hands touched a cold, soulgemlike surface. The moment my skin touched the weak spot, I felt the warmth of souls. {Reveal} had the ability to loot, so I could see other people's soul gems if I wanted to.

I read in the Reaper FAQ that the soulgems were considered the genitalia of Reapers. You were not supposed to show them to anyone but your own kindred.

Knowing that you could steal souls by touching them, I guess that kinda makes sense.

"Why do you have this soulgem as your weak point? Aren't you too similar to a reaper?"

Ignoring my questions, I began to draw the warmth from the gem. The comforting feeling of soul transfer traveled up my hand, into my arm, then into the soulgem on my neck. Before I could ask her, Aira confirmed my suspicion.

[My Lord, soul raiding has begun. The Corpse Eater has over three thousand souls in its gem. The theft should be complete in 45 seconds.]

"Three thousand? Score! Thank you, Aira!"

[You are welcome, my lord, please remember that this undead can only fly because of its souls. Once it reaches zero, it will begin its plunge into the ground.]

"Ah shit! I completely forgot!"

Before I could think about what to do next, the Imps began to attack my body. With the soul raid still in progress, my right arm was stuck in Rank D, severely limiting my movement.

I drew a 1911 in defense with my offhand and began to dispatch the Imps that came close.

[My Lord, 20 seconds till descent].

Perhaps sensing the danger to its body, the undead began to shriek in panic. The same atmosphere as before could be felt. The unique smell of ionized air wafted through the air. This must be the last desperate move of this bastard.

"You want to strike yourself with lightning? Haha! I will kill you before you have a chance!"

[My Lord, the soul raiding has been completed.]

"Thank you. Time to kiss the ground, bastard! {FIGHTER}! {Draw} EXPLOSION!"

With my hand still inside the beast, I channeled all the stored explosions into its soul jewel. The intense heat that vaporized blood came out of my hand again. At the same time, the Corpse Eater began to plummet to the surface.

"SHRIIEEEEEEEEEEKKKKK!!!!!!!!"

Feeling the damage, the Corpse Eater let out the most pitiful wail I had ever heard from it. My arm that shouldered the explosion melted down to the bone. I couldn't even scream as my forearm turned into a makeshift flamethrower.

Unlike in the past, {Fighter} kept my body from going into a shock. Gritting my teeth, I fought through the pain and burned the Corpse Eater from the inside.

The flames blew back from the fish bird's skin and began to incinerate my clothes and the rest of my body.

"Shit! I forgot to use {Save} when I was still on the ground! I hope {Rewind} still works!"

{Auto} kept me in my best condition, so regardless of the zone, {Save} only dictated the position I rewound to. Thus, no matter how badly my clothes, body, or weapons were damaged, I could keep going.

The Imps, who had been circling around us only a few moments before, were left behind as we descended. Like a meteor, the massive weight of the undead fishbird caused it to accelerate at a frightening rate.

Finally, while all this was happening, I got a surprise.

[Confirming death of the Rank D Corpse Eater]

The rush of the wind as we fell was surreal. At that moment, I heard a loud roar coming from the ground. The voice could be heard even when everything else was drowned out by the wind.

"YUDDHA RAKSHAS! laash khaane vaala mar chuka hai! dahaaden mere yoddhaon! Smith John ki jai ho!"

I wasn't sure what Krishna was saying, but the jubilation of the Yuddha Rakshas seemed to reach a fever pitch even as they fought the undead. Despite my position as I fell, I heard their ecstatic roar from below.

"Smith John ki jai ho!"

"Smith John ki jai ho!"

"Smith John ki jai ho!"

Three times I heard my name shouted at the top of their lungs. It was probably something to do with good work or something. I grinned broadly as I stopped cooking the inside of the Corpse Eater.

"{Thief}"

I then climbed onto the Fish Bird and headed for the back of its ass. If such a large object fell, it would surely cause a lot of damage. Of course, I wanted to take advantage of every opportunity to exterminate the undead.

Even meteors the size of basketballs could create large craters from their momentum alone. Not wanting to miss this opportunity, the American in me wanted to turn this hulking corpse into a weapon.

I scanned below and found the largest group of undead I could find.

"ALL ABOARD THE FLAPPYBIRD EXPRESS! {MAGE}! {WITHDRAW} EXPLOSION!"

At my yell, I opened a void space behind my feet once more and channeled everything in my subspace into it. Doing an Ironman, I also began to summon {Fates} on my makeshift nuke.

"{WITHSTAND}! {ENDURE}! {HIKE}! {PACK}! HERE WE GO!"

The roar of the wind in my ears and face grew louder. Since I was behind the corpse, the brunt of the wind was on the undead. Still, I felt my body suddenly cut by the air from our rapid descent.

As we fell, a transmission suddenly came over the Defender network.

[Smith John! What are you doing? Just jump and we will catch you!]

"Sorry, Krishna, I don't roll that way. Before I go, I will give you one last gift!"

[What? Are you insane! There is no point in winning if you die!]

"Oh, don't worry, this is not enough to kill me. John out."

[Wait! What are you...]

[My Lord, I have muted Reaper Krishna Sangan. Please be careful]

"Thank you, Aira."

At over 400 feet, and with {Mage} I could see the entire battlefield. For some reason, the zombies were clustered in one area, away from the Indians.

As I wondered why, it dawned on me.

"Ah! The {Honey Trap}! No wonder they were all there! PERFECT!"

At this speed and distance, it was impossible to miss. So I put the finishing touches on my masterpiece.

"{Counter}!"

Instead of channeling the energy from {Fighter} into my weapon, bullets, or fist, I sent it into the corpse. Currently, our thrust was insane because the weight was reduced by {Pack}.

The moment I let go, it would increase its mass and acceleration.

With a satisfied smile, I patted my first attempt at an ICBM and said goodbye like a loving parent.

"Bring the rain, my child. {Rewind}!"

I then disappeared from the projectile and rewound to the center of the Colosseum. The sudden change from insanely fast to stationary caused me to suffer from bouts of motion sickness.

"Smith Jon?" a familiar voice called out.

But before I could answer, a thunderous boom struck, shaking the ground. A wave of dust and sand poured out. Reminiscent of a sandstorm, I covered my face with the inside of my suit jacket and dropped to my knees.

At the same time, an extremely loud siren sounded in the sky.

[My Lord, 709 rank F undead have been eliminated. A P1 mercenary has also entered the zone].

"Huh? Why would a P1 mercenary come here when I already answered? Who is it?"

[My Lord, it is Robert Acwellan...]

"What?"

When the dust settled, I looked up to see a man covered in armor wielding a pole arm. He then brandished his weapon as he spoke.

"Krishna Sangan by order of the Saviors, die!"