Limitless The Strongest Revenant

After I dropped the keys off at Earl's I went to a cheap hotel nearby and got some shut eye. Earl was worried when I showed up close to midnight looking like shit. The man almost forced me to sleep on his couch. But as Earl already had two daughters of age, I thought it was not appropriate.

When morning came my body woke up exactly at 6:00 AM. This was half an hour later than I when usually woke up. Why did I needed to get up again?

"Ugh, shit, I'm going to be late for work. I don't want to go." The drowsiness in my eyes wouldn't go away as I got up half asleep. The Monday mornings were the worse part of my life. The monotonous paperwork, den of scheming back stabbers, credit grabbing bosses and the thankless exhaustion were all what I had to endure.

"Wait! Why did I need to again?"

People didn't want to die, to not die people must eat. To eat one must either raise livestock, hunt or gather. If you couldn't, you pay someone else to do so. To have enough money to pay someone you needed to have a job to earn money.

"WAIT! HOLD UP! One, I already died. Two, I didn't even need to eat. And three, I earn way more killing undead than working at my job."

I then sat back down on the bed as my world view got smashed to bits. After a while I started to chuckle uncontrollably. It then turned to hearty laughter before turning into full blown hollering.

"HAHAHAHAHA! I AM FUCKING FREE!!!!! I NO LONGER NEED TO GO TO WORK!!!!!"

Just saying this statement caused unimaginable pleasure that shot up through my veins like a drug. To many their job was just a means to eat. It held not their joy, passion or even interest. There were few who were blessed to be the exceptions to the rule. Unfortunately, I wasn't one of them.

I got hired at the department of transport after graduating. Due to my poor records, I hardly had anywhere else better to go. How many people in the world across countries, races and social classes just wanted to be free from the burden of working.

"Well, if you consider my new job is killing or dying to the undead, I guess it is not much better," I quipped to myself.

Yet unlike earth my fate in Hellsgate relied on no one else but me. Even if the stakes were higher, I felt more alive in hell than I ever did outside of it. I lied back on the bed as relief flooded my system. Right, as a reaper I now could earn substantially more from the undead than any job on earth.

These past two days have been fruitful as I got 48 hours to take care of my stuff. Once Hellsgate opens, I need to fight for an entire night and use the morning after to rest and prepare for the next night. And unlike my job, there was no vacation from Hellsgate. I will be fighting till it closes or death takes me a second time.

"Maybe this would the best time to cut off all my ties to humanity."

With my mind made up I went to the bathroom and took a shower. I then went to the breakfast buffet and ate my fill.

I loaded plates with sausages, toast, fried eggs, pancakes, waffles and a lot of bacon. A cup of black coffee completed my meal. While {Eat} restored my stamina it did not completely negate my hunger.

As reapers were spiritual beings, did we even needed to eat to survive? I just noticed that I actually knew nothing about reapers, not the simple stuff anyway. I didn't know our genetic makeup, what we ate to how we reproduced.

"Which reminds me I remember both Aki and Bella saying something about reaper sex."

While eating I pulled out the reaper phone and began looking at the FAQs. There were hardly any people as this hotel was hardly 1st class. Luckily the breakfast buffet was good. I searched across the FAQ app with the keyword "Sex" and I found an article.

[Reapers and Reproduction]

[Reapers while devoid of any physical urges still retain the capacity for both sexual intercourse and reproduction. Similar to eating and breathing, this human instinct requires years of conscious training to remove. Reaper sex however carries dangers the prior two do not. Rules are enforced by the battlefronts due to this fact.

[Wraiths in particular are in a extremely vulnerable position as they had yet to acclimate to their new identities. Reapers are spiritual beings composed of soul and essence. Sexual climaxes, particularly for male Wraiths contains a huge amount of their essence.

[Transferring a large amount of a reaper's essence to another is several times more pleasurable than mere human sex. Unfortunately, reapers have an innate instinct where we "thirst" for essence. This causes wraiths to literally drain each other to death after they experience reaper climaxes.

[It is only when reapers become phantoms do they gain enough essence that sex would no longer be an issue. This stage is also when they have enough self-control to resist their instincts. Children born from reapers are known as Descendants. Born as humans, these children possess bodies almost as strong as phantoms before their death.

[This potential is further magnified once the child dies and awakens their {fate}. The best time to awaken a child would be around 21-24 years of age. Killing a Descendant is considered a crime against Hellsgate and would incur the death penalty.

[For your own safety, please evolve to phantoms first before procreating. Also remember to notify your handlers if you are able to conceive Descendants. Remember that making babies is also to save the world. May your fate end the darkness, Reaper!]

"…"

Why was I no longer surprised at how insane the world of reapers was. So, reaper sex was so good it supposedly fried one's brain and have wraiths drink each other dry. The stuff about Descendants I already knew from Jas and Jo.

Still, I wonder how good it would feel. Was reaper pussy so different from human ones? I wondered if there would come a time I mate with another reaper. Would I really bring Descendants into this fucked up world?

I finished my meal and checked out. I then took the metro and went to my office. Upon arriving around 10 AM, the same old faces greeted me. I had been working in this place for over five years, yet I failed to remember any of them. My life here had only three beats, come in, work and go home.

To anyone who mingled with me I played the role of quiet officemate. Returning the greetings with a simple wave I slowly walked into my cubicle.

It felt weird knowing that this would be the last day I would see this place. Yet the happiness overtook whatever melancholy I might have had. I booted up my slow ass computer and began typing my resignation letter.

Because I no longer needed a referral or reference to the future, I listed out my thoughts as brutal as I could. Everything from my fuck up moron of a boss, to my retarded lazy ass co-workers, to the boring idiotic work that should have been automated ten years ago if management just took the time to upgrade.

As I wrote a woman came to my cubicle and slammed a large stack of folders on my desk. I forgot her name, but this was the office's girlfriend. By that I mean she has dated and slept with everyone in the office.

"John! Happy Monday! Listen, I will be going on a cruise to the Caribbean with the boss this Thursday. Won't you be a good boy and finish up all this files for me? They came in bulk last week and I only had time to do like two of them. In return I will give you free access to my onlyfans for a week.

Deal?"

I normally accepted such a deal not because I was interested in her porn career but because my boss gave me flack if I didn't help her. But that wasn't the case today.

"Look woman. Your saggy boobs and loose holes are not worth that pile of crap you brought. I will be resigning today so I suggest you find another way before you get your dumbass of a lover fired for your stupidity."

"Excuse me?!" The woman gasped in disbelief.

I ignored the slut, printed out my letter and walked out of my cubicle. Still slack jawed the woman remained in front of my desk like a statue even after I left.

"Yo! John! Perfect timing! I got here over 200 audit forms for you to complete! I have a hot date tonight so I can't spare the time to do them."

A man blocked my way carrying over a large stack of paperwork. This fucker regularly dumped work on me and threatened to beat me up if I didn't comply. As I couldn't afford to get fired over such matters, I acquiesced to him and became his errand boy.

"{Thief}."

But that ended today. I threw my letter in the air and slammed my fists over forty times into the man in front of me. He naturally dropped the files onto the ground as he crumpled like a paralytic messy heap.

After the hell I went through, humans were nothing in my eyes. I made sure to hit only his torso so no one would notice the bruises. The assault took him by surprise as he began to vomit blood.

I cupped his mouth with my hand before slamming my knee into his sternum. I caught my falling letter as I leaned into his ear then tried invoking death resonance for the first time.

"Show yourself in front of me again and next time, there won't be anything left of you to bury."

No waiting for a reply I left him on the ground choking from lack of oxygen. Unperturbed I turned around and headed towards the boss, letter in hand. When I looked around, I noticed everyone in the office all stood up and stared silently in my direction. Naturally they all had faces as pale as snow.