Limitless The Strongest Revenant-Chapter 876 : I have plot armor [1/2]

"Look lady I don't…geurk!"

"Wrong answer cunt! Try again! Think long and hard while I am still being nice!"

"Kruek! I only was given the letter! I do…blearugh! I don't know her personally, okay?"

"Give me her contact info then, before I shove my foot down your throat!" Robyn threatened.

As our Chaser began a one-sided walloping, the group next to them were not as physical. However, they were just as emotional high strung.

"Judy, I am telling you despite being the heir to the Fair family, I don't know anything either. I can ask my family, but you all need to calm down."

"Eh? But I am calm. Just tell me what I need to know. Call your parents, like right the fuck now. Easy right?"

"Josephine, you are from Europe. You know how Reaper families there are. Fluffy also has her own issues with her family. So please, just…"

"Do I look like a give a fuck?" Jo said with a cheerful smile.

"…"

"Soldat-san, you are a prince, surely you must know. Ask for your father, he is a Revenant. If not, give me his location and I will pay him a visit."

"I-I… My father is not seeing anyone right now. I'm sorry."

"Aww, but that's okay. I guess nukes it is then, right Aki?"

"So, it would seem, we should prepare the family for Ascension when we get back, Haru has been pestering me when he could become a Reaper."

"WAIT! WAIT! WAIT! WHAT DO YOU MEAN NUKES?" Mia shrieked in panic.

People had only two ways to react to things they do not know. It was either with fear or curiosity. The former pushes you away while the latter draws you in more. Most often the reaction one gets was normally based on what once felt the so-called gut feel.

It has been so long since the first time I heard the words "Revenant Project." The one who first said the words to me was none other than the man who allowed me to join the Reapers.

"See you on the other side, John. Welcome to the Revenant Project."

At first, I thought it was just a project to create Revenants. But now I was not so sure. For one thing from what I read from Blanche's letter, the Revenant Project had many participants, and I was only one of them.

In any endeavor who joined the thing was just as important as what it was for. Even in projects they were structured in a variety of ways. Off the top of my head, I knew of three. And just from Blanche's words it was obvious what we were in.

The first was like a movie. You had a lead and everyone else was support. There was no contest who was more important, but the supports needed to cater to the lead in order for the thing to go anywhere. As I wasn't instructed to help anyone this wasn't that.

The 2nd was similar to construction. You have various groups that were brought together to work for on a single goal. Just as you brought architects, carpenters, masons, engineers and the like for buildings.

They all needed to work together provided their expertise. The thing with this type was that there was a clear reason why people were brought in. No one called a pianist to join a construction project. And much like the first type the Revenant project wasn't this either.

That only left the third type. Competitive projects. Often used by the military, it was when you called multiple group of people to all try to achieve the same goal. Only they weren't allowed to help one another.

This naturally meant that there could only be one winner. And who ever held the competition would be who gets to decide who one. Even in Video games the concepts of all three types were prevalent.

For the first you had story driven RPGs. For the second you had MOBAs. For the third you had battle royals. And from the looks of it. Blanche's words all but confirmed that I was in a battle royal for Reapers.

'Well, technically it isn't a MOBA, more like a RTS. I had both the Sirens and Hellsend.'

There was a huge difference in fighting alone, with a team or with an army. If what I surmised was correct this means that the other "Players" the Successors would also be doing the same thing as me. The only problem was, I didn't know what the objective was.

"It would have been great if its something straight forward like kill everybody else," I murmured absentmindedly.

Games grew more complex the more objectives were needed. As I didn't even know what the objectives for the Revenant Project was it would be hard to decide what to do. What if it was like a race of some sort? In such a scenario butchering everyone had no meaning.

Amazed that I managed to quickly understand the concepts I was in, I sighed. If IRIS really mean to use Video games as a form of education it was serving me well. At the moment, at least I had a guide no matter how vague.

Blanche didn't give me an objective but listed that completing it was worth the risk.

[Do what you came to do and leave as soon as possible.]

As she didn't tell me what I was going to do was pointless it means I succeeded. Sometimes you gained more information from context rather than the answer. But it did raise the question, "How could Blanche see me, when she cannot see the others?"

[The futures of Successors are hard to see, so I do not know where he is. Only that he is there.]

'Hmm. I do not have information. Let's just work with the girls.'

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I walked towards Bella. She gazed upward towards the skies. Her eyes dazed meant my girl wasn't really "present", either the Brazilian was in cyberspace or was sifting through tones of information. But still, it didn't hurt to ask.

"Bella? Honey? Are you there?"

Without moving, Bella's voice resounded in my link, 'Yes, Mr. Code?'

It was awesome to talk telepathically and all. Unfortunately, when the emotions rampaging around the girl's links were too loud, I preferred to talk the old fashion way. To put it into context, the {Kindred} Links were like rooms. And the emotions, voices.

The more emotions were in the link, the more people were talking at once. And when the girls couldn't control what they were feeling, it showed. The voices sounded just incoherent screaming. Who in their right mind would prefer to talk to someone having a mental breakdown over a casual chat?

"Do you think you can speak to me with your voice Honey? Your link is kind of distracting at the moment," I confessed.

Bella turned her head and spoke robotically, "I see. Is there something you want to ask?"

"I want to know what your suggestions are for what to do next."

"Oh that? Its quite simple, Honey. I am currently in the process of getting my hands on every nuclear missile in North America, Russia, China. France and the United Kingdom. I am about 30% in."

Hearing the names of the top five countries with nuclear stockpiles I froze. Given the abilities of {Code}, Bella and Exa, I wasn't surprised if this woman could gain the ability to launch every nuke in existence. But the fact was if she did, WWIII would probably begin soon.

"I feel like I am going to regret asking, but why would you need them?"

"Haha, how stupid are you Mr. Code? It's like asking why you need a big gun. Naturally because you want to murder something. The Sirens and I are all working to find this fucking Successor. And once we do, I will send every nuke I can command to wipe him from existence."

"…"

Well fuck. It's not like I didn't expect that. In fact, from how crazy my girls were, it was the only logical outcome. If this bastard had the power to kill me, what would my wild pack of rabid yanderes do? Naturally they would all move to gut him no matter the cost.

'Exa, how many nukes is Bella trying to get?'

[The five nuclear states have a combined number of 5,800 Nuclear warheads that can all be fired in less than one hour. Assuming an average yield of 150 kilotons per warhead, it would be equivalent to 870 Megatons, or 41,429 times of the Fat man used in Nagasaki.]

'And if all of them hit a city of Africa?'