Limitless The Strongest Revenant

"I beg your pardon?"

[Do you not understand English? Let me join Hellsend. You can make me wash socks or whatever. Let me and my friend join, no strings attached, and {Day by Day} is yours.]

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"..."

Should I be surprised at this point? I mean, the promo was supposed to attract people. But it was not my style to have them just join me out of the blue. If anything, I wanted to see what I had to work with.

Appearance may be shallow to judge a man, but it remained the best indicator of one's lifestyle or profession. I didn't care if they were rich or well dressed. The things I wanted to look for were their figure, the calluses on their hands, and if they had a thousand-yard stare.

A man's height was an indication of genes and nutrition. This would allow a person to understand things about a person's background just from their height. Most of which the person had no control over.

A person's weight, however, was something they could control. If a person was fat, it was 99% because they ate more than they exercised. If a person was thin, it was 100% because he not only failed to eat enough, but also failed to build muscle.

The human body was powerful. Even if you had a high metabolism, if you did a thousand push-ups in a year, you would see results. So for a person to die a Reaper and stay fat was something that showed what that person valued.

On the other hand, calluses were a sign of hard work. You could only get them by gripping something so hard or heavy that your skin broke. Of course, since the human body was resilient, it would regenerate after a few days. Only when it did, that part of the skin would be thicker.

Repeat this process a few times and the calluses on a man's hand would be even thicker than a real glove. Bones worked the same way. Break a bone the same way several times and it will get thicker.

This was not to say that you should jump down the stairs, but martial arts in particular loved this fact. The best example would be a Muai Thai fighter.

Known for being one of the most violent unarmed combat styles, Muai Thai practitioners used 8 limbs. Two arms, two legs, two knees and two elbows. All eight were trained to deliver powerful strikes. The training involved so much force that broken bones were the norm.

However, after years of training, the bone fragments became thicker and stronger after being repeatedly repaired with calcium reinforcements. The result were natural weapons similar to the horns or tusks of animals.

Finally, the last thing to look out for was the thousand-yard stare. This was common in the US military. Basically, you had people who were so used to combat and death that they developed dissociation.

It manifested as a vacant, unfocused gaze. People who have this almost always had a wild side. This was what allowed them to survive traumatic events or high levels of stress.

Because this guy was a reaper. He might be a trained warrior. If his body type was fat, lean, or built, I would have an idea of how hard he worked. The texture of his hands would confirm or disprove whatever conclusion I had about his appearance.

And the presence of the thousand-yard stare would be a guide to whether this person was crazy or a vicious killer. With these three things, I would have a more informed decision.

'Plus, I could always have Aira or Bella dig into the guy. If he was a bad guy, I could kill him afterwards. Otherwise, I would train him as one of my own.'

[Well? I want an answer Limitless].

"Fine. Where do we meet?"

[YES! Okay, go to Arcus Kiss in the red light district. I will meet you there].

'Red light district? Well, I guess I should have at least expected that.'

"Okay, I will head there now. I will be wearing a black suit with a red tie."

[Haha. I know! If you weren't Limitless, wearing that uniform would definitely get you killed. See you later, Limitless].

Ignoring her words, I left the room and sent a message to the Sirens.

[Everyone, I am going to Arcus Kiss to purchase a soulgear called {Day by Day}. I am not going there to sleep around.]

I then attached a picture of the soulgear from the marketplace as well as my conversation with the seller.

"I hope this calms everyone down a bit. But I am still pretty annoyed that they ignored me earlier," I thought irritated.

I thought they would still give me the cold shoulder, but I received extremely lively responses.

[I wasn't worried, my love. I trust you. Tell me all the names of the girls you meet. I will know if you miss a single one].

[Dear, next time ask them to deliver. I detest you going to such places. For every prostitute who touches you, I will kill ten. Please have mercy on them, okay?]

[Possum, make sure you don't pash or root anyone you hear? Or they will be picking up the moll's body parts starting tomorrow.]

[Darling, I will allow it if we have a date later. Also, I forbid you to touch anyone, okay? I will skin all the hookers alive if you entertain even one of them.]

[Mr. Code. Be a good example for our children or I will castrate you. I can see your every move. So do not try me.]

[Husband, you will not cheat. I will level Arcus Kiss to the ground if you do.]

[Anata, if your balls are not full by Sunday, I will kill everything in the red light district].

"..."

A shiver ran down my spine as I read the messages. They all stemmed from affection and a desire to monopolize. But anyone who saw them would quake in their boots. They were very yandere-esque or love-sick borderline insane.

[I understand everyone. You know I only have eyes for you girls].

Many weebs dreamed of having the attention of a yandere. Especially because it was a love where they were already considered perfect. In reality, they would never be able to survive a week.

To me, however, their reactions were quite charming. After all, if they didn't act that way, it must mean that they no longer wanted to monopolize me. It's kind of a fucked up way to look at it, but it is what it is.

'The girls and I were never normal to begin with.'Nôv(el)B\\jnn

I left the meeting room and saw Phillip presenting to the European Soulform Reapers. Isolde was nowhere in sight. Phillip noticed me but didn't bat an eye when he saw my hand gesture for him to continue.

When I left the building, I saw the Limit Royalty being made by Cynthia to run through an obstacle course. I had no idea where the furniture for the obstacle course came from, but I could care less.

I left the field right outside the Dispatch office and saw Joshua talking to Krishna, Van, and the rest of the 2nd Amendment commanders. It was a pretty strange group, but all that mattered to me was that Krishna's guns could pick up a gun and shoot.

'Speaking of which, I might need to create trainings for the new guys to fight against reapers.'

It was only natural that fighting monsters and fighting humans would require different skills. It was a good idea to prepare the 2nd Amendment for both.

I walked further out towards the red-light district. There were a bunch of brick houses that had a logo of a woman looking down her legs while giving a flying kiss. Of course, her lady bits were left to the imagination.