Limitless The Strongest Revenant

I couldn't ride a horse in my lifetime, but like any other child, I dreamed of being a knight. The sound of thundering hooves, the tremors of an unstoppable charge, and finally the rush of carnage that followed.

I may not have been able to do that in my human life, but I would say I was experiencing something similar right now.

Joshua timed it perfectly. The black warhorse slowed as the club crashed to the ground, missing us by a few feet. As the wooden weapon buried itself in the dirt, there was a straight path to the cyclops' head.

"AHHHHH!!! OPPAAAA!!!!!"

Angela Kim, the racist bitch in front of me, shrieked in fear as our steed mounted the weapon. A few seconds later, the platform we were standing on slowly lifted off the ground. The monster was probably surprised by the sudden increase in weight of his club, so he couldn't continue his crazy swings.

"Gela, give him a good smack before we go."

The armored stallion bravely rushed the weapon up to the outstretched arm of the cyclops. To be able to balance himself while carrying two people, Joshua was practically born to be a horse!

"I got it, Oppa! Hey, ball sack! Say hello to my baby!"

"John, whatever you are going to do, do it now!"

Angela turned her body and grabbed her spiked club with both hands like she was swinging a bat. Despite her slim build, being able to carry such a heavy looking weapon meant she had the muscles somewhere to back it up.

Knowing this was my stop, I sheathed my M24 and drew the Winchester 1887. I then placed my feet on Joshua in preparation to jump off at a moment's notice.

The warhorse finally reached the cyclops' shoulder and continued to prepare to jump. His wife then swung her body like a major league batter as her club pulverized the hand the monster was using to cover its eyes. A loud crack resounded like a thunderclap, along with the Cyclops' fingers bending in odd directions.

"GWAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH..."

I then jumped off the horse and used 's superhuman agility to grab the back of the Cyclops' neck. Luckily, his armor had ropes attached behind him, giving me an excellent handhold. The couple leapt off and hit the ground with a loud crash. Before I could begin to worry, I saw a mounted woman dashing away on her horse, chattering as she went.

"WOHOO! SEE THAT OPPA! Want Cyclops' meat for bibimbap?!"

"Maybe later, Gela did John get on?"

"White boy? Yeah, jumped like spider-man! On the back of head."

"Well done, Gela, I'll give you a pounding as a reward."

"A pounding? Longer than 2 hours, yes? Last time was too short."

'These fucking perverts. Really? A pounding to get a pounding as a reward? Fuck!'

I ignored the husband and wife gossip and concentrated on my task. The Cyclops I was riding began to rage and stomp the ground in anger. Dark blue blood spurted from its fucked-up hand as it made loud, violent roars.

Not wanting to delay this any longer, I picked a spot on the back of the Cyclops' head and stabbed the muzzle of the 1887 as if it were a spear.

"Let's see if Cyclops' hide can withstand 10-gauge slugs at point blank range. {Mage}!"

I pulled the trigger and used {Reveal} to aim at the monster's weak spot. For a human, it would be the cerebellum part of the brain. Or the area covering the point where the spine and brain were connected.

The cerebellum was the part of the nervous system that controlled movement coordination, balance, and depth perception. If taken out, most people would not even be able to stand.

After one round, a small, shallow hole bore into the Cyclops' skin. As the 1887 had {fates} on it. I handled the recoil like a pro and kept the weapon buried in the monster's flesh. I quickly turned the lever that ejected the spent bullet and loaded a new one before firing again.

Blood and tissue were blasted out of the hole like sawdust as the 1887's 2 7/8-inch lead cores tore through the sturdy muscle and skin. Because of the speed of my actions, I got about five rounds in before a large hand cast a shadow over me.

"About time. I was tired of waiting. {Save} {Thief}!"

I scaled the giant while cocking the 1887, raining bullets into the bastard's wounded eye. From the pain of my assault, it dropped its club and used both hands to grab what was behind its neck. As I fell to the ground, I was able to devastate its already injured face once more.

Feeling renewed agony in its head, the Cyclops brought both of its arms forward in an attempt to block further attacks. Seeing my plan come to fruition, I smiled as I prepared to deliver the killing blow.

"{Rewind}!"

I vanished in a burst of light before I could hit the ground. At the same moment, I reappeared on the back of Cyclops' neck. I was standing in front of the basketball sized hole. I then stabbed the 1887 again and emptied my magazine tube into the monster's cerebellum.

At some point during my last volley, the Cyclops' body began to sway and fell lifelessly to the ground. I jumped off its back and made a combat roll to minimize the impact.

[Limitless, confirming the death of the Rank E Cyclops. Remaining enemies are one Rank E Cyclops and 384 Rank F Zombies].

"ROOOOOOAAAARRRRRR!!!!!"

Before I could even get to my feet, the other Cyclops let out a ferocious roar and began to charge at me, his club ready to strike. His violent steps matched the zombie horde that shook the ground. I used {Thief} to keep my balance and prevent myself from falling.

As I waited for the giant to approach, the Normies tried to attack me left and right, but without even giving them a glance, I drew the Punisher 1911s and wiped out the group near me.

Funny how it was only three days ago that a dozen Normies scared the crap out of me. Now I could kill these guys with my eyes closed and I was only halfway through the night.

"Hmm. Nothing I have right now would hurt that bastard. At least not enough to deal it a fatal blow. The 7.62×51mm NATO rounds would lose kinetic energy if I fired them from this distance.

"If even the 10-gauge rounds needed more than a dozen close-range shots before I could penetrate the muscle, there was no way the 7.62 rounds would do anything."

I scanned around and noticed the huge club next to the body of the Cyclops I had just killed. Since I was in {Thief}, I could theoretically carry this huge weapon and beat the other one up with it. Feeling confident in my next plan of action, I moved to pick up the oversized staff.

"{Sheathe} Ebony, ivory. Alright, here we go!"

{Thief} used the powers of {Carry} and {Pack} to lift the huge piece of wood. It was so enormous that I couldn't even hold it completely. I barely managed to grip the handle like a pillar. Fortunately, my {Fate} reduced its weight to the point where I could lift it.

Swinging it like a stick, I ran awkwardly toward the remaining Rank E monster. With both of us coming at each other, it didn't take a minute for the Cyclops and I to get within striking distance. The giant must have assumed that I would fight him like an ogre.

"Sorry to disappoint you, brother, but I am a reaper. Hyah!"

Taking the initiative, I threw the massive club at the monster's knee. The speed of my throw due to {pack} turned the blunt weapon into a rocket.

Its weight returned after I let go, further increasing its momentum. The massive projectile shattered the Cyclops' knee so thoroughly that the humanoid monster's face crashed to the ground.

"{Draw} M26."

The Cyclops then pushed its upper body off the earth as it roared. Waiting for that moment, I threw the frag grenade I had summoned into its mouth. The 5-second delay was just enough time for the grenade to enter the monster's maw before exploding.

A muffled explosion rang out as the inside of the Cyclops' jaw was riddled with shrapnel. Unlike the outer skin, the tissue inside the jaw of a living creature was extremely thin. Betting that the undead had the same body composition, I gambled on hitting the cerebellum through the mouth instead.

The Rank E monster suddenly closed its eye and lost all strength. It crashed to the ground with a loud thud and then stopped moving. Overwhelmed by my gamble, I didn't even have time to celebrate before tremors shook the ground.

"Ah shit, how many more of you fuckers are there?"

[Limitless, confirming the death of Rank E Cyclops. Remaining enemies are 361 Rank F Zombies].

"Well, fuck. Do I really have to shoot over 300 zombies again?"

Just then, I looked up to see a black horse with a female rider in bloody clothes. She was holding out her hand. I ran towards the woman and raised my hand to grab hers. Angela grabbed my hand and pulled me onto the horse.

"White boy, you have big balls! Smaller than Oppa but still big!"

"Kimchi can you even open your mouth without being a racist bitch? Besides what happened to you?"

"Arm broken from swing. Cuts from crash landing. Also your cock not big enough to shut me up. Only Oppa's can."

"I am glad you are alright John. But Gela, can you please stop bringing up the size of my genitals?" Joshua begged.

"But its true Oppa! Asian standard is bullshit. Your hung like horse!"

"John, you have a plan? I hurt my leg from the jump earlier I can't run much more."

"Are there any cliffs around here?" I asked non nonchalantly.

"There is one not far from here. Our Phantom was a mage with large aoe spells. She originally casted them while overlooking this plain."

"That works, bring me there. I will take these fuckers bungee jumping."

"Oppa can we just leave this loony?"

"{Thief} Cancel. {Draw} Big mac. {Eat}. {Draw} Med bag."

Tired from the constant fighting, I pulled out a Big Mac to satisfy my hunger. Even though I was rewinding, the mental stress from the repeated battles wasn't so easy to remove. {Eat} For some reason, not only restored my stamina, but also affected my mood.

"Ew.. White boy those burgers don't rot right? I saw video, it was bad!"

"Shut up Kimchi, Here, eat a {Heal} tablet and give one to Joshua."

"Oh? Good white boy! like boy scout!"

Along with a racist Korean on a horse, we sped toward the cliff. All while hundreds of zombies were chasing us. It was time to end this.