Limitless The Strongest Revenant

Rock, Paper, Scissors.

This was my first campaign as the lord of the 24th floor. It showed the three faces the world will know me by moving forward.

Operations Scissor will show how surgical and methodical I will be. Against the undead and the fuckers of Hellsgate, I will remove every infection and tumor from my domain like a blade. This will serve as a testament to my kingdom. We will close Hellsgate, there was no other alternative.

Operation Paper will show what I do for those who serve me. It doesn't matter if you're kidnapped, drugged, or dead. If you are my ally, I will shield you from everything and save you.

Operation Rock will show the world what it means to be my enemy. Unlike how careful I am in my own kingdom, I will absolutely fuck up those who try to stand against me. No matter what it takes, I will burn them all to the ground.

Focusing on the undead alone was not enough. No matter how much I did not want to deal with the reapers, it was impossible not to do so. As an emerging power, I had to either negotiate, hide, or dominate. Naturally, I preferred the last option.

Unfortunately, while I preferred to be seen as a crazy bastard, it was not good for a country. Presenting ourselves as an army of demons would not allow us to grow, it would hinder us. I needed reapers to join us. If I wanted to convince them, I had to give them what they wanted.

Most people just want to be safe, happy, and left alone. Fortunately, I didn't have to create my image from scratch.

While I had no intention of saving everyone in Hellsend, there were already rumors of how much I valued my men. I figured I might as well capitalize on that news for all it was worth. It would serve not only as a marketing gimmick, but also as something to boost my men's sense of belonging.

Working for the Department of Transportation, I was no stranger to marketing gimmicks. You needed them if you wanted people to do something. It was either that or pay them to do shit. And since the United States government was poor as fuck on anything outside of the military, we had to make do.

I never even got promoted to a management position while I was there. My entire time there, I never felt a sense of belonging, nor did I buy into the lie that we were a "family". Any company, public or private, that spewed that shit meant only one thing. The dark side of family.

The part where you worked for free, didn't complain, and were expected to help out for the rest of your fucking life. Anyone who had a good, loving family would love that. It was cool if you were the one getting the help, but for everyone else it was nothing more than a burden.

Instead of just paying the people, the greedy corporate bastards just decided to give the money to the bosses who were already rich. The reverse delusion of equality made it really hard to get ahead. And in this era's struggling economy, it was even worse.

I was someone who knew how it felt to be at the bottom. So even though I didn't have to take care of my people, I couldn't help but want to. After all, most of the Reapers who came under my banner had simple desires. They all just wanted to survive and protect their loved ones.

I also knew that most of them would work harder not because I paid them more, but because I actually cared about their well-being. Jasmine told me once as we cuddled after a passionate session.

"Husband, the loyalty of the Hellsend is extremely high. Word of each and every one of your actions has created this image of a benevolent boss. You not only take care of your Reapers, but you also protect their families. You do not monopolize souls, but give everyone a fair chance to ascend. You give people weapons, but you do not charge for their use."

"Wifey, you know I do all this because I just need more hands to shoot zombies. And the thing with Bernard and his group was my way of thanking them for risking everything during the Seeker War. I have no intention of doing it for anyone else." Stay tuned to empire

Jasmine took my hand and nuzzled it against her cheek.

"I know, Husband. But no matter what your intentions are, people usually only care about results. Instead of empty words, Limitless delivers on his every promise. And that was even before we were ambushed by the Rogues."

"You mean the one on your first night in North America?"

"Yes. While the blades that sliced your enemies were the Sirens, everyone knew they were under your command. Both the White Guard and the Administration saw that. Since you were the only one who could tell us what to do, the guilt and blame naturally fell on you."

Feeling that Jasmine was blowing this out of proportion, I hugged her torso and buried my face in her perfect breasts. I licked and teased her chest as I grew hornier. My normally cool and quiet wifey moaned and twisted her body in response.

Propping her body up for another round of passionate sex, I gave her a kiss as I responded.

"Wifey, that just goes to show how amazing my battle harem is. All I did was give the order. How am I more amazing than you? But enough of that. Stop talking about anything else. You are mine. Until I am satisfied, you should only think about how to last longer."

"Haha. Such an overbearing tyrant. I will stop for now, husband. But I know the time will come when you can use this situation to our advantage. When it comes, make the most of it, okay? It will only serve to enhance your majesty," Jasmine whispered as I entered her.

I wrapped my arms around my chocolate-skinned lover as we became one flesh. Unable to speak due to our violent lovemaking, I used our {Kindred} link instead.

'I'm not worried about that, Wifey. After all, I have you, don't I? I am sure you will never let me make such a mistake. You love me too much,' I boasted.

But despite my arrogance, a loving warmth came from Jasmine. 'Naturally. For I am your {Kindred}. It is my duty.'

And it was not just her. Jo, Robyn and Liv all expressed the same. That rather than dispel the rumors, I should exaggerate them. Their constant nagging gave me the idea. When I wanted to drag Evelyn's body to find out what happened to her, it all clicked.

When the girls told me to exaggerate my actions, I needed something to match what I had in mind for Scissor and Rock. The girls and I would be the scalpel for Operation Scissor. This would show our power. The destruction of Kismayo from Operation Rock, on the other hand, would show our determination and lack of restraint.

Both would work and portray us as a dangerous beast that could not be bullied or coerced. But something was missing. If we were too ferocious, we would just be seen as crazy lunatics. It needed a human component.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om