Limitless The Strongest Revenant

'Fuck, this is too complicated. Let's put it on hold for now. Right now I just need my car.'

"To answer your question, that would be a no. I have no intention of paying with souls. I will use cash."

Vincent might have been disappointed by my answer, but there was no sign of it. He smiled, typed a few things on his computer, and returned his focus to me. He held his hands together and waited for some reason.

As if studying me, the bastard's eyes felt uncomfortable. My irritation was already through the roof.

I drew the 1911 I had on my hip and aimed just above his ear, a bullet that tore off a piece of his earlobe flew the next second.

Despite my actions, Vincent just smiled and wiped the blood away with a handkerchief.

"Truly magnificent. As expected from the one called Limitless."

With my warning shot useless, I unhappily sheathed my weapon.

"You seem calm for someone who has been shot. Are you not afraid of me?"

"No, I am not afraid. I have an uncanny ability to sense killing intent. You had none when you drew your gun. In contrast, I felt that you would kill me when I negated your resonance."

"Is that right? Get me my damn car, I don't want to spend another second in this place."

"Now, now, esteemed one. I have verified that you are someone I have been desperately searching for. And if what I have learned about you is correct, I am someone you would want by your side."

'Ugh, fuck! Another bastard with an inflated ego, I have had enough of talking to these fuckers.'

Suddenly missing Bella, I stifled my displeasure and just kept silent. One thing I learned from my father was the power of silence. Sometimes the lack of words could be more threatening than a thousand curses.

Vincent didn't back down and continued. "Esteemed one, let me be blunt. I wish to join the Reapers."

"Dafuq?!"

"I know how it sounds, but I want to join the reapers."

"Why?" I asked curtly.

Vincent stood up and knelt at my feet. After resting his forehead on the ground, he continued.

"My family has been slaves to a Specter for generations. He rules us like sheep. Because of our usefulness, we are treated as tools without will or freedom. Yet they are careful to keep us in check, never allowing us to join them."

I guess it was to be expected. When a human sees what a Reaper can do, it was only natural that he would want to join our side.

"I could care less about your sob stories, Vincent. What does it have to do with me?"

"'Esteemed one, I would like to ask you to become my handler. In exchange for your protection, I will serve you with everything at my disposal."

"..."

"The only thing I ask is that you protect my family from the reapers and Trinity. When I am strong enough, I will take over, and in exchange, I vow to be your ally even in death."

Family, huh, as someone who had a gun pointed at mine, I could understand his sentiment. I was told that reapers don't age. If generations of their family were kept on a leash by a Specter. Then there must have been a reason.

"If you are aware of my affairs, you should know that it has been barely a week since I arrived in Hellsgate. Why are you so sure that I can protect you from your current master?

Vincent raised his head as he answered. This man was so tall that his eyes were level with mine as I sat in a chair while he prostrated himself on the floor.

"My lord, it is because of your killing intent. My family is descended from the Gambino family. We were forced to work for the Specter when he began to threaten our wives and children."

'The Gambino family? As in Al Capone? Aren't they the most notorious of all the American crime families?'

Despite my inner surprise, I continued to press the modern-day gangster.

"You have yet to answer me, Vincent."

"My lord, the Reapers were generally a clique that stuck to their own. You, on the other hand, have only one focus, killing the undead. The 2nd Amendment and the LLG are groups that would never have been created if you were a traditional Reaper."

This was getting tiresome, why do these people always make such roundabout explanations? I got up from my seat and prepared to leave. Fuck my car, I will just find another dealer.

As I was about to leave, Vincent desperately grabbed my pants to stop me.

"I have seen them, my lord! The undead that walk in the sun! I have seen them! Humans are powerless against such monsters! I want to prepare my family to fight them! Please give me a chance!"

"DAFUQ?!" I asked again, stunned.

Seeing that I had stopped, Vincent started talking as if he was selling me a pitch in an elevator.

"My Lord! I dedicate my family to you! We will all join the reapers and become your power! I do not want to be at the mercy of the dead when the end comes! Please! I have no one else to ask!"

That's when I remember what Zach said.

"Now do you understand? Out of the seven battlefronts there are rumors that Antarctica was already breached. If we do not strengthen our forces we would be next!"

"She didn't tell you? Look boy the reason why there are no people in that continent is not because it is cold. Its because the place has undead prowling the lands. They already have a sizable number of Corrupt crystals summoning monsters to the surface."

Normies would be one thing, but if an undead brute, an army of draugrs, or even a corpse eater came to Earth, what kind of damage could they do?

If Vincent really was a man born and raised in a Mafia family. He should be familiar with death and violence. Yet, such a man trembled in fear like a child.

Against my better judgment, I asked him for more information.

"Explain."