Limitless The Strongest Revenant-Chapter 1080: Omnislash [1/2]

"You know me?" I asked in disbelief.

One of the men winked at me and smiled, "How could we not? You're the hottest celebrity both on Earth and in Hellsgate right now!"

He stretched out his hand in front of him as if trying to draw a rainbow.

"The Reaper who has no limit. Arch demon slayer. The unofficial 8th Revenant. Saviour of North America. Commander of Hellsend. Husband of the Seven Sirens! All mighty impressive achievements." The pretty boy praised in a lively voice.

As a close to middle-aged man with an average face, pretty boys with handsome faces have always irritated me. An ugly man needs either an inborn talent or an insane work ethic to prosper; pretty bastards do not.

I, for one, knew that the world was not fair. Beauty was a commodity worth its weight in gold. And handsome men, like beautiful women, oftentimes got it way easier.

Modeling, hosting, acting—these jobs were ones that needed a minimum beauty standard. They paid good money, but unlike blue-collar work, no amount of effort would allow an ugly man to become a model.

'Unless you had surgery, maybe.'

As such, I had always hated pretty men. My definition of a handsome man was badass beefcakes with glorious beards. Or at the very least strong men who knew hard work. Guys who could defend their family, real men you could rely on.

That was what I considered handsome: dudes like Gerard Butler, Keanu Reeves, Robert Downey Jr., and Jocko Willink. I had no problem with them and even had a sense of admiration if we ever met.

But these bastards in front of me looked as gay as fuck boyband dropouts or K-pop douchebags. They looked like the types who bang all the girls but didn't have a single atom of discipline in their bodies.

"Of all the faces, you fucking bastards you use, It had to be those I loathe. Well done. I am going to kill you all now," I declared in anger.

The three pretty boys all smiled as if they were posing for a magazine.

One of them came forward. Tiptoeing as if his balls got caught by his thong or something. He even had yellow-green hair and what looked like a dozen screws pierced all over his face. I will call him yellow-green screws.

"Now, now John. We just want to talk. It is not every day one gets to meet the mighty Limitless," he praised, "You are sort of something like a folktale to the Archdemons now. Two of us here even want to thank you."

His words tickled the back of my skull for some reason. Rather than feeling great at the praise, I felt revulsion instead.

"You can take your gratitude and shove it up your ass."

The yellow-green screws covered his mouth in an exaggerated manner. He looked like the actors paid to react to dumb shit in commercials.

"Hearing you in person is such a treat! Like an angry chihuahua. Can I get your autograph?"

"Sure, choose a caliber and I will sign your face with a mag dump of it."

'I wonder if it's because I am racist or something,' I contemplated inwardly.

[I can guarantee you are racist, My lord. But that probably isn't why you find them appalling.]

Before I can answer, a second pretty boy, one with purplish-pink hair combed up to look like a boot, continued. The gay bastard had even his eyebrows and sideburns colored in the same vomit-inducing hue. I will call him Vomit Pink.

"You should know that each time an Archdemon kicks the bucket, demons of a lower stature can rise up the ranks. Bifrons and Andromalius were originally Earls, but we defeated them. That was why they were the 68th and 72nd." 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

I wanted to tell them to shut up as I really didn't care. But as I intended to go to war with these fucking assholes, knowing more about their command structure might help me in some way. It was only for this reason that I remained silent.

'If these bastards are anything like the villains in the game, they will also try to gloat or explain what the hell is going on.'

True enough, without my prompting, vomit pink continued his spill.

"The two of them undertook the dangerous operations all to regain enough malice to challenge us for their original positions." Vomit Pink grimaced and shook his head, "Although they are careful, it surely eats at my nerves to know that they are out to get me."

'Ho? So this means these bastards challenged each other like in arena matchmaking in gatcha games.'

Yellow-green screws then clapped and smiled at me like a chaste maiden. Rather than be impressed, I wanted to shoot him instead.

"Which is why we are so grateful to you, Limitless! By terminating Bifrons and Andromalius, you saved us from having to defend our posts against them. Now, the next time they revive, they can only revive those below us."

As much as I wanted to kill them all, the information they were sharing was top-tier. From the sounds of it, the reason Arch or Greater Demons concoct such plots is to raise their ranks.

"Ah, is that so? You're welcome I guess," I remarked in passing.

Yellow green giggled as he tried to act all cutesy, "Haha! You're so funny! And you're exactly my type! Want to be my apostle? I will give you anything you want, girls, money, booze, anything you could possibly want."

[{Mind Shield} has resisted mental domination.]

[{Mind Shield} has resisted mental suggestions.]

[{Mind Shield} has resisted mental subordination.]

"Sorry, not interested," I snapped.

But then Vomit Pink made a smug smile as he added, "What about an absolute guarantee that your precious harem will be spared?"

"W-What?"

[My lord, this is a trap. In every religion and legend, demons often attack what you hold most—]

'I know, Exa. Trust me.'

[…]

Vomit pink carefully approached me. He paused for every step, waiting to see if I would bash his face in. When I didn't, he got bolder and closed the distance.

"You fight for your harem, right? You wish for them to be saved from the end of the world? We are Archdemons; we control the forces who win at the end. Saving a handful of Reapers is not that big of a deal. I will even let you use my rest house."

"…"

"You hate them all, the Revenants. They all hurt your girls in ways you cannot imagine. If you follow me, I will give you all that you need to kill them. You don't care about the rest of humanity; we don't either. We will keep your loved ones safe."

He placed his hand over his heart and made a solemn face.

"I vow in my name, all you need to do is stop interfering with our plans. You know it deep down in your soul, John. You are no hero. Bow out now, and you and all your loved ones will survive the coming apocalypse."

When I didn't reply, yellow-green screws also came closer. Acting as if we were best friends, he threw his arm around my shoulders and got all handsy.

"It doesn't have to end there. If you want something, I can get it for you. Unlimited wealth, more girls for your harem, bringing back people from the dead. Such things are easy for us," he whispered in a seductive voice.

Yellow-green screws then cautiously tried to lower my hand; his pitch for my silence still had yet to end.

"Why risk losing what you have now, right? We are all reasonable here. You know about how far back humans and demons go, right? We consider Reapers the same as us. You scratch my back, I scratch yours. Accept my proposal, and you don't even need to fight any more, just be happy."

Vomit Pink placed his hand on my shoulder and gave his thoughts: "No wars. No death, only love, happiness, and laughter. We will carve out a paradise for your family in hell. No one will bother you or any of your children. I too vow in my name."

Hearing their thoughts made me think; they offered me exactly what I wanted. I didn't actually care about saving the world. All I wanted was to live in peace with my harem. I didn't really cared if we stayed in hell so long as we were safe and in love.

If they could promise that, it might be a worthwhile deal.

After all, if I refused, I had nothing but battle after battle in front of me: Antarctica, the other Successors, and finally whatever the snake crap meant.

The longer the battle, the lower the chance that I would survive with all the girls in my harem. I was a pessimist by nature, but statistically speaking, the best odds for the survival of my girls were for them not to fight.

If I could skip all the fighting and just jump straight to the reward at the end…

"That does sound nice," I murmured in bliss. Just imagining such a future made me smile.

"Right? All you need to do is call him a single name, John. Just one phrase. Just declare him as your master and you would have everything your heart desires."