Limitless The Strongest Revenant

I used {Imaging} - Holographic to measure the distance to the arrival of the Alpha. According to the readout, the massive beast was 13 miles away. In 12 minutes, I had to face this monstrosity.

It was as tall as the ramparts I had just jumped from. The scythes on its body were bigger than a Cyclops' club. The ground shook with its every step. If I didn't have {Endure}, I would have been literally shaken to my core.

I could hear the pebbles on the ground dancing from the energy of the stampede alone. Despite the dim lighting, its shadow could be seen even from this distance. Like a colossal mountain slowly bearing down on you.

Yet, despite the unfathomable spectacle in front of me, I felt no fear, no anxiety. Instead, my mind kept returning to what Joshua had just said.

"Yes. My lord is the symbol of hope. Those who are not capable enough would simply be crushed by the expectations of others. My lord, Limitless is the only one who can carry the weight of hope, you will soon see."

Joshua always had high expectations for me. And I could understand why, because when we met, he had to trample on his pride just to survive. Even though he was a man, he chose to work any job he could rather than leave his wife to fend for herself.

Despite the hardships the Formless faced, he never gave up. Whether he was deprived of weapons, training, or opportunities to earn souls, he never stopped.

And true enough, when given the chance, Joshua not only fought with all his might, but was able to turn a bunch of racist bastards into the formidable army known as the 2nd Amendment.

His wife was even more of a character. Racist beyond belief, but more reliable than anyone else. Despite her gender, Angela was always at the front of the line with her mace. All the while I thought she was just along for the ride, but even she said words I never expected.

"You two dumb as shit. White boy and Siren loony. They stupid in love but not in fight. They say this thing is dead. Nothing in the world can save it. Watch closely.

White boy may fuck too much and eat shit burgers. But in fight. White boy like a god of war."

"I save your life, dumb fuck. If Siren heard you, you dead! Oppa has big dick but White boy is only lord. No one like him. Even without gun, white boy will kill zombie. You try bite zombie like dog?

How about you get eaten alive and eat them back?"

I knew that from the beginning. I was the Formless who broke all the norms. The Reaper who showed them that it didn't matter what you were. That all one needed to survive was the will to fight.

It felt strange to be called something so cringe-worthy as a symbol of hope. But wasn't it inevitable? I took the dregs of society and gave them a purpose. The Formless, the Saints, the Rogues, the Slaves, and most of all, those who wanted to fight but had no way to do so.

The whole world would follow my story like a soap opera. Surely many would want me to fail. They would cheer when they saw me make a mistake. Find your next read at empire

After all, my success would mean that they were failures. But at the same time. Just as many, if not more, would wish for my way of life to triumph. Probably because I was living their dreams. I gave them hope.

"Well. The first step to achieving your dreams is to wake the fuck up," I muttered in passing.

Behind me, my seven {Kindred} said nothing, waiting for my command. There was nothing but love and devotion in their links.

And even though I once again ordered them to follow me into certain death. They had nothing but smiles and pleasant moods.

'My {Kindred}, I love you all so much.'

'And I you, my love. But such words are not needed now. Now is the time for you to show your majesty as a ruler. Your orders, my lord?'

'Dearest stop. And you of all people call me melodramatic? Still, you have always been quite a Chunni. Cringe-worthy speeches aside, how may this one serve you, my lord?'

'I fucking love you too, Possum. But that's not what I want right now. I want to cook this fucking dickhead! LET'S GO!'

'I LOVE LOVE LOVE YOU DARLING! Hehehe, but I also want to prove myself in battle. Your Majesty, Dame Benelli requests to be our vanguard!'

'Honey...be serious. We have a fucking mountain coming at us. We could die if we are not careful, you know? Command us already. And...I...I love you too...'

'Husband, I love you more with each passing day. Shall we go?'

'Anata. You seem to have learned how to seduce me ruthlessly. I am half tempted to give either Liv, Jas or Lilly indigestion so I can join Hammer and leave with you instead.'

I found their colorful responses adorable. I turned to them and began my words.

"My Seven Sirens. The coming beast is more powerful than most. But we have fought greater. As a testament to the world of our power, please help me kill this fucking monstrosity. I want it off my kingdom."

Before they could answer, we all heard the whirling of rotors from the side. Connie had already sent her drone to look for me.

A minute later, Gareth came towards us with over a hundred people in tow. They were dressed like cosplayers. But none of their eyes seemed to be those of civilians.

Each of them had a look that could only belong to those who were close with death. And as someone who joined such a group less than a month ago, I felt a kinship with them.

Gareth immediately knelt down and slammed his shield to the ground.

"Gareth Faesten greets his lord. I have completed my mission and liberated all the defenders of the last stronghold."

I nodded and praised the old knight. "Well done. Now I want you to work with Joshua to build the battlefront. As for everyone else, I will offer you a choice. As compensation for your service, I will reward every defender who has fought and died since I became their lord.

"But I would also like to inform you all of an important matter. This floor will be besieged by three separate continents in the coming months. Since this is against what the reapers are supposed to do, I am offering everyone a way to transfer out of my domain to the North American battlefront."

At my words, the Reapers all began to whisper to each other in hushed voices. While they were capable of defending themselves against undead and monsters, I didn't know if they were comfortable fighting humans.

"This offer is only for today. If you decide to stay, expect me to work you to the bone."

One of the Reapers raised his hand and pointed at the approaching Alpha.

"Uh, I think you should stop your posturing and focus on this thing. You can make your power plays as soon as the Alpha passes. Wouldn't want you to look like a fool on your first day on the job, would we, your lordship?"

I was about to say something when a gun shot rang out. The man who had raised his hand winced in pain as he held his bloody hand tenderly.

His thumb had been cleanly severed off. The culprit, the bespectacled Brazilian next to me.

"For a bunch of supposed knights, your manners are extremely poor. Who dares disrespect his lord in such a manner? Need I remind you that it was your lord who saved your sorry ass! For weaklings, you are far too brazen. It seems that the defenders here are nothing but incompetent clowns!"

Offended by her sharp rebuke, the defenders all drew their weapons in response.