Limitless The Strongest Revenant

As always, these discussions went over my head. For all the words Phillip said, I understood only a few things.

First of all, David knew in advance that I had the potential to farm benevols.

Second, the other continents seemed to know as well.

Third, they were coming to enslave me or drag me away by force.

And it all stemmed from the fact that the Revenants were at an impasse. Even though they all wanted to expand their domains, they could not do so. All because they were at the limit of the malice they could endure.

If they wanted to conquer more ground or go deeper into Hellsgate, they needed help. The Revenants needed to expand their abilities or increase the number of powerful Reapers at their disposal.

This was all that would increase the number of souls their battlefront could hold.

'What a bad joke. It is as if malice is a virus and the World Tree is using us as antibodies.'

And since David and I were equals, he neither shielded me nor wanted to fight with me. If I looked at it from that point of view, I suppose I could say that he respected me a little.

After all, if you look at it objectively. I was quite important, and through me, the battlefronts could weaponize their saints and farm benevols. And over time, their armies would no longer need the protection of a Revenant, freeing each battlefront's most powerful weapon.

This brought me back to my main dilemma. I didn't really care about the details. Whether or not reincarnation lay at the end of a Reaper's path, I didn't care. I had no intention of giving up this life in the first place.

'Not when I have so many things to protect.'

There were only two ways to survive the coming battles, hope they flaked out or get stronger. Being passive had never been my style. If they wanted to come after me, they were welcome to try. But like with the bastards who were blinded by the bounty, I would not make it easy.

It was fortunate that I was on the defensive in a way. I had two months to prepare for their arrival. Fortifications, mines, artillery, I had a lot of tactics to use. Being able to capitalize on the wars of the past was definitely an advantage of being born in this era.

'And if I could raise an army that could kill the greater demon in a week, what could I do in two months? I could be a Specter by then,' I thought to myself.

Surprisingly, even though my musings lasted a few minutes, our group fell silent.

It was probably because of my last round of instructions. Having heard all that Phillip had explained, the need for benevols was now a major concern. Since we didn't have a Revenant, we would have to find a way to cleanse a floor's worth of malice.

At the moment, I had only one idea in mind. If the presence of spirits on the reapers was the catalyst for their soul collapses, then we just had to mitigate that. Either remove the spirits or strengthen the reaper. The best way to reduce the number of souls was to use {Fates} or trade them for money.

At the thought of liquidating souls, I wondered who in the world could exchange souls for money? For a Reaper, it was a good idea because it provided money for a more comfortable life.

But to a Revenant, it sounded wrong. If the purpose of the Reapers was to control malice, what would happen to the souls we gave up? Since I had never thought about this before, it naturally gave me a headache.

"Fuck! What the hell is going on?!"

Do the souls that were sold get purified somehow? Wouldn't it be dangerous to keep them as they were? How does whoever bought them keep them in the first place? If a Revenant couldn't handle all of them, how could the Graveyard still provide the service and not go insane?

Who even owns the Graveyard network? Was the Graveyard even owned by a single battlefront? But with the continents at each other's throats, it couldn't be shared endeavor.

"Phillip. I have questions."

"I kind of got that from the 'fuck' just now, my lord."

I looked at Connie before continuing.

"You too Connie, time to earn your keep."

Surprised that I had suddenly singled her out, Connie pointed her finger at herself in disbelief.

"Me? What could I possibly add to the conversation? Besides, Limitless, I already earned my keep!"

"Shut up, just answer the question. Who owns the Graveyard Network? How did you get a job there?"

"I-I can't say..." Connie suddenly started fidgeting.

Annoyed, I called [Whisper] and sent an {Announce} suggestion to the reporter. However, the souls suddenly vanished into thin air. My body tensed at the result of my [Whisper].

'Whose power is protecting Connie from the death resonance? And a powerful one at that!'

Unaware of my internal surprise, Connie bowed her head as she continued.

" Limitless, I am sorry. I really want to tell you, believe me. But I..."

Her actions resembled those of someone under duress. Taking that as my cue, I changed my question.

"Will you be in danger if you answer, nod for yes, shake for no."

*Nod.*

"Are they a danger to Hellsend or Hellsgate?"

*Shake.*Nôv(el)B\\jnn

"Will you betray me if they ask you to?"

Connie didn't move her head and just stared at me with fierce eyes. I could feel the fighting spirit flowing out of her body. It seemed that my last questions had offended her. But she still couldn't answer.

"Neither yes nor no. Then let me change the question. Is the owner of the Graveyard an ally of Hellsend?"

*Shake.*

"Are they an enemy?"

*Shake*

"Then what the fuck are they supposed to be?" I blurted out in frustration.

Phillip interjected before Connie could reply, "My lord, would you like to hear my thoughts on the matter?"

Not really knowing what else I could get from Connie, I crossed my arms and waited for Phillip to begin. He coughed lightly before speaking again.

"My lord, to put it bluntly. No one knows. The Graveyard Network is an independent body that moves to provide information and support to reapers. They created the network and regularly provide the GRIs, however, despite sending numerous people to find out. Our agent came back with nothing."

"What? Why? Did the people you sent all suddenly die or something?"

"No, my lord. They all came back with minor to moderate wounds. The main problem was that their brains were 'scrambled.' "

"Scrambled? You mean turned to mush?"

"No. What I mean by scrambled is that they had their memories mixed up. They suddenly claimed to be someone else, or thought they were demons, or forgot they were even a reaper. None of the agents we sent were of any use after that. We sent all the way to the Specters and the results were still the same."

"What?"

"And as if that was not enough, several battlefronts tried to capture them. We even came together for a joint capture operation. But despite the coordination, nothing of value was achieved. When the battlefronts lost Specter after Specter, they decided to let it go."

"Why didn't David and the other Revenants move?"

"Well, my lord, the only way to follow the Graveyard people was to leave the battlefront. You would know why they couldn't."

"Hmm. I guess that is true, but what about the bastards coming to the battlefront?"

Since the battlefront required the presence of the Revenant to function, they couldn't go on a wild goose chase. But even if that were true, why didn't David just detain those associated with the Graveyard when they came in?