Limitless The Strongest Revenant

'That was a trick called death resonance. Its an ability usable to all reapers. Basically wh you interact with humans, if you burn a few souls, the soul inside the body of every human prest would resonate. They would feel an extreme fear and agitation and would be forced to follow the commands of a reaper.'

Liliy's explanation never said how the people were supposed to react. Maybe it was differt depding on my mood? Wh I invoked the Death Resonance, wh I was angry or irritated, the Reapers or people would tremble in fear.

'Hmm, if Nathan was already in a daze, I wonder if Death Resonance can actually work like a neuralizer,' I thought to myself.

"Okay Nathan, this conversation never happed. Last night you saw me come back after getting drunk. Wh I snap my fingers, you will return to normal."

I snapped my fingers and Nathan lost his dazed look and regained his ergy.

"Ah! Good morning Mr. Limitless. Are you feeling better? Would you like something good for your hangover? I can have the kitch whip you up something."

Hooley shit. It worked. Does this mean that MIB was created by reapers? Or maybe he was inspired by reapers? I wonder how complex or difficult the commands I can give were?

This is good, if I ever get into shit that cannot be explained. I will just neuralize the people a me.

"Thanks, but I am fine. Here is something for your troubles yesterday. Should another problem arise, please handle it in the same manner."

Th I discreetly slipped him 5 $0 bills. I could understand why people think that reapers are big tippers. As I am now, I could make $500 by shooting just 5 zombies. It was pocket change for me.

Nathan, seeing the face of Bjamin Franklin, practically beamed with happiness. Like a viper, his hand shot out and grabbed the wad of cash.

"Of course, Mr. Limitless! You can count on me. I am at your service! If anyone shady comes, I will risk my life to protect you! May your fate d the darkness!"

Finding his words amusing, I said nothing and left the lobby. The man continued to bow to me after I left. The two guards at the door tried to look imposing as they courteously oped the doors for me.

Feeling gerous, I took out a couple of $0 bills and discreetly handed them to them. The reactions of both were quite pleasing.

"Gtlem, please keep up the good work."

As if I were the geral of the tire army, the two gave a crisp salute and said in hushed voices.

"You can count on us, sir. May your fate d the darkness."

This was the reaction of the poor. Ev though they made good money, to be giv a hundred dollars to op a door was extremely gerous.

I could understand because I had be in the same position before.

It wasn't until I reached the sidewalk in front of the hotel that I remembered I still didn't have a car. With the Sirs, coming here, it might be a good idea to buy one.

If I was going to travel with them, it seemed silly to book cabs or taxis.

As a man, I felt it was my role to be the one with a vehicle. If I was going to travel with them, I didn't want to travel in a convoy of two cars. With me and the sev of them, a people hauler with a seating capacity of 8 would be what I needed.

I imagined driving a town in a big SUV with the Sirs. Such a mundane and trivial delusion. Yet somehow it gave me intse happiness. Imagining how they would behave, what they would say, it filled me with such joy, ev though I couldn't understand why.

I felt I should seize the opportunity. So I acted. I called a taxi and asked them to take me to the nearest Cadillac dealer. They took me to one near Camelback Road. After I got out, I gave the cabbie a hundred dollar tip. Needless to say, he was pleased.

I walked up to the dealership and wt straight into the lobby. At the reception desk was a woman who looked bored out of her mind. However, wh she saw me, she straighted up noticeably and fixed her hair.

"Uhm. Good morning, dear customer, may your fate d the darkness. What can I do for you today?"

Well, that was unexpected.

"I would like to buy a 04 Cadillac Escalade-V, I already built one on the app."

"Ah! Right away, Mr.?"

"Limitless. Please call me Limitless."

Half expecting her to suddly call out my stupid name, the woman accepted my ridiculous nickname and picked up the phone.

"Yes, hello? This is Janet and I have the esteemed Limitless in the lobby. He would like to purchase a vehicle."

On the other d of the line was a man's gruff voice.

[Janet, are you sure this man is a ghost? Has security checked him?]

"Yes," Janet said, smiling beautifully.

It seemed that ev here they knew about Reapers.

[Is he handsome? Like someone who looks like an angel?]

"Very," the woman replied curtly.

[All right, sd him up.]

Janet ded the call and quickly escorted me like a VIP to a service elevator.

A man in a bad mood got up and stormed into the front lobby. My hanced hearing picked up his conversation as if I was right next to him.

"Hey! I've be waiting here for over an hour! This guy just came in! Why did he go to the nd floor? We are both paying customers, so what the hell?"

"Dear customer, you are not the same. This man was one of our VVIPs, his time is too valuable to waste. So he will be processed as a priority. Please return to your seat."

"What? Why is this guy so important? I have be buying Cadillacs here for half a decade! I demand to be included in the same circle as him!"

Th I heard two sets of footsteps approaching the angry man and the receptionist.

"Huh? Why are you grabbing me all of a sudd, I didn't do anything wrong! Let go of me! You cannot treat me like this!"

"Mr. Hill, you have be blacklisted from this establishmt. We will not tolerate any form of disrespect to our VVIP's. Please leave."

"What? What the hell is this? What disrespect?! Who the hell was that person?"

I couldn't believe what I was hearing, so Reapers were so cherished that ev calling out their privileged was an actionable offse? I choked up at the culture shock momt.

"Looks like this is going to be fun."