Limitless The Strongest Revenant

I arrived back at the North American Battlefront receiving area with a similar sensation. Being slammed to the ground and having a building crush me from behind.

However, unlike before, the discomfort barely registered. Maybe it was because this was my third time imitating a flattened object. Or maybe it was simply because {Limitless} was now operating Liv's {Fates} like a champ.

'Damn, the effects of a superior body really do make a difference. Thank you, {Limitless}.'

Speaking of which, I needed to get a kiss or some blood from the Sirens. As Bella said, I would be useless without their {Fates}.

"And I was looking forward to {EXA Reload} as well. Shame."

Taking a few seconds to observe the surroundings, I noticed that there were a lot more people in the receiving area. Like there were more than five times as many.

As I looked around, I noticed a woman looking at me suspiciously. She had rainbow colored hair and a bunch of nose rings. Frankly, she looked like a fat man, the modern woman who looked like the people you saw arguing about their pronouns.

"Tsk. I should go, nothing good comes from mixing with such people."

Then someone shouted at the top of his voice.

"ITS HIM! ITS LIMITLESS! BLACK SUIT AND RED TIE! GET HIM!"

Others who had heard all the noise turned in my direction. I could feel more than a hundred people staring at me. The feeling was similar to the way the zombies turned to me when I sniped them at the fort.

"Huh? OH SHIT! IT'S REALLY HIM!"

"QUICK! GRAB HIM!"

Like a pack of wolves, the people around me charged at me, their intentions unclear. But one thing was for sure, their faces were rabid with desire.

Their fervor was like a prison full of convicts who saw a beautiful prostitute after a decade of masturbation.

If it was just one or ten people, I might be able to fight them off. But when you had over a hundred people all charging at you, it was disconcerting to say the least.

Unfortunately for them, I have been fighting hundreds all this time. And my response was always the same.

"{Withdraw} M60, AR-15, MAC-11's, Ebony and Ivory. BRING IT ON, YOU FUCKS!"

Those closest to me were within range before my weapons materialized. I called for {Code} and began to brawl with them. Not sure what the hell was going on, it was better to incapacitate people first then ask questions later.

Using my superior speed and powerful body, I hit my attackers where it hurt. In their balls. I had kicked three people in the balls before the people started to slow down a bit.

When one woman came, I mercilessly slammed my fist into her sternum, knocking her to the ground.

I knocked down another five people before the M60 appeared in my hand. As I felt the cool and comforting sensation of steel, I shouted with glee.

"You better start running, you bastards!"

Even if we were in hell, it was impolite to suddenly attack someone. The current generation lacked manners because they were not disciplined enough.

In my generation, saying I feel offended meant absolutely nothing.

I aimed the business end of the M60 and put my finger on the trigger. The people who recognized my weapon all stopped abruptly. Some raised their hands to surrender, others turned around and ran.

Maybe I was stupid, but I really did not care. But if they wanted to fuck around, it was my responsibility to let them find out.

The M60 started spewing lead with an iconic ratatat as 7.62×51mm NATO rounds blasted the mob that was coming for me. Much like the zombies, the men and women caught in the lead rain were all riddled with holes.

With my new {Kismet} I had more control over the pig, so I swept it from side to side with ease. Like a magical broom, the trash before me parted like the Red Sea. A second later, the AR-15 appeared in my left hand to join the party.

There were those who tried to use other people as cover.

But because both the M60 and the AR15 had full metal jackets, they needed to hide between three and four people if they wanted to come out unscathed.

Since the ass-whooping I got from Zach, I stopped using ball rounds on the M60. Instead of throwing the undead back, I opted for FMJs and just shredded their bodies like confetti.

With both of my weapons firing nonstop, blood soaked the receiving area in less than a second. Of the one hundred that came at me, I only managed to take down less than two dozen, but the rest stopped or fell to the ground.

I wasn't heartless, so anyone who dropped to the ground was no longer a target, but anyone still standing or trying to crawl was welcome to eat lead.

Because of {Gather}, I had already memorized the faces of everyone who came after me, while screams and yells filled the air as I continued my resistance.

Less than a minute later, both of my guns ran out of ammunition as the entire area suddenly fell silent.

As the gunfire stopped, numerous people began to raise their heads and look around.

Of course, even after such a demonstration, no one died. Those I shot were all pierced by bullets in non-lethal places.

Due to my superior aim, it was easy to ensure that everyone would survive. I ignored the rest of them and reloaded the AR-15 and M60. Unsure what to do, the mob refused to stand up even after I finished reloading.

The scene was similar to David's arrival during my enlistment.

More than two hundred people were on the ground, afraid of being hit by stray bullets. I felt infinitely powerful as I saw their cowardice and hesitation.

'Of course, that's how most people would react. Who would be willing to run towards a shooter with automatic weapons?'

Unwilling to waste any more time on this farce, I rested the AR-15 over my shoulder as I yelled in a loud voice.

"Anyone else?"

When no one stood, I approached one of the bleeding ones.

"{Stock} AR-15, {Retrieve} 1887."

I switched weapons and aimed my shotgun at the poor fool's eye.

"Why did you all try to gang up on me, answer me before I blow your brains out."