Limitless The Strongest Revenant

"Sniff…Can't have me moping around here. My lord, permission to scout the perimeter. The others should be coming back soon. We definitely do not need any more surprises."

Pixie tried to wipe away the tears on her face as she stood up. With the skills I have as well as my ability to be in multiple places at once, I knew exactly where everybody was. Thus, this excuse from my {Vassal} was just that, an excuse.

However, I wasn't so insensitive that I would blatantly call her out on it. She probably needed a few moments alone. Or rather I believed she needed the one she trusted the most. The one who held her heart in his hands.

Only the truly stupid would not figure out that said individual was Delroy Baxter. Actually, before I had Pixie choose, I already had one of my avatars speak to her guardian seperatedly.

"D, are you aware how Soulgears are made?"

"Huh? No, my lord, I do not," the Jamaican replied.

"What about why Pixie wishes to go to the 19th floor?"

"Ah, that I know, she wants to visit her mother. I guessed that she might be working as a defender there. She asked me that months ago. Why?"

As D was an adult man, I had no need nor desire to break the news to him gently. Men were expected to be not only tougher but emotionally resilient. It was not about a matter of gender, it was more a matter of expectation.

Even if he had qualms about it, I would at most give him a few minutes to process the shock. And as I will be fighting with this man for a long time, I needed to know how strong his mind was. Only then would I know how to use him.

"D, soulgears are made from dead reapers. The soulgems are processed and are merged into items. {Day by Day} is made from Sierra Richards, Pixie's mother."

D visibly flinched before he stopped walking. The Lizardkin around us said nothing and passed us by. They obviously had no interest nor intended to wait.

"Brutha…Does Pix know? Y-You plan to tell her?"

Impressed with his response, I nodded in admiration. Rather than think about anything else, my {Vassal} thought about his lover immediately. Despite being denser than a black hole, this bastard treated Pixie extremely well.

As my Avatar was connected to each other naturally, I was up to date. Pixie already chose to drink the poison. Thus, I nodded at Delroy.

"I already did, Pixie chose it herself."

D's hands gripped the LMG in his hands tighter. I could hear the leather of his gloves tighten from the strain. The Jamaican looked at me with a downcast expression.

"How did Pix take it?"

"She is weeping at this moment. Go to her, she needs you. I am fine escorting this group on my own. Follow a Switchblade. Exa will take you to her."

'Exa.'

[I understand. Leading Delroy Baxter towards Pixie Richards.]

One the of the loitering missiles reduced its altitude to be more visible. With my hand I pointed it out for D. He no longer tarried nor said anything further. With a nod, he began running after the Switchblade at top speed. Towards the woman he treasured, he ran.

Nodding, I approved of his attitude. Despite friendzoning Pixie on numerous occasions, Delroy Baxter, cherished Pixie Richards. Whether as a lover, a friend or a little sister, I didn't know. But here in hell, labels hardly mattered.

'What was more important was who has your back.'

With my {Vassals} on route to meet each other, I controlled my avatar to resume protecting the Awakened. This location that D and I were at would be the last location this group could assault before the five-hour deadline would pass.

Back towards the egg using Sunday, looked up the night sky as I waited. With the Lizardkin replenished, we would soon move to assault the 32nd floor. While the resistance of the vampire's army was quite weak to me, in truth it was a formidable force.

More like if it was anyone but my party, they would not be taken down even with Juno's entire army. Each fallen zone was defended by three to five Rank C Vampires. Leo and Nyda despite being Rank B Adventurers struggled to kill just two.

This meant that three to five vampires were already enough to hold most enemies at bay. And it wasn't like Leo and Nyda were weak either. The Adventurer pair were good enough to be the representatives for the branch on my floor.

If only the fallen zones only had a single vampire. But unfortunately, there was no such convenient thing. Along with each Vampire was about a force of two hundred Ghouls. And along with those Ghouls was anywhere between four hundred to a thousand zombies.

However, despite such numbers Juno's armies ravaged the Ghouls with impunity. So long as the Vampires were terminated, the rest of their forces simply died under the feet of the 50- foot behemoths or get torn apart by the 10-foot lizards.

Enjoying the moment of peace, I began to contemplate.

Liv's words were true. Just from the forces from the 31st floor, it would already be enough to take out a state in America. If even just one floor's worth of undead got out, the effects to the human's would be catastrophic. Explore more at My Virtual Library Empire

Funnily enough anime, manga, even television, showed what might happen in the end of a zombie apocalypse. There would be panic, chaos and people would forget their morals. Malice would run rampant and turn humans into nothing more than beasts.

Yet somehow, despite all the media around it, there hasn't been a single tale to coming back from that event. No story from either east or west allowed the humans to recover and restore the world after zombies began to appear.

'As if it was an accepted fact, that there was no way to return. That that moment, the dead leave their graves, it became pointless to struggle.'

Was this also meant to serve as a warning to us? A prediction from IRIS that once the undead arrive, we could pretend all we wanted, but the world would end. Normally zombie apocalypse media was quite rampant and popular. Almost as good as post-apocalyptic stories.

Nukes, mankind's best answer to anything became the reason the world went to shit in such tales. And while there were stories of lives after a nuclear war, it normally showed that nukes could not stop what was coming.

"It's funny when you think about it. We are so afraid of what Nukes can do. But it is like IRIS is telling us using them hardly does anything. Just how many stories showed that Nukes were ineffective in anything but destroying the land," I thought out loud.

Feeling that worrying about such things was pointless, I stood up and brushed off my pants. That was all still in the future. I could ask all these things when I meet with the Astrologer in the sun. For now, I had to prepare for our dive to the 32nd floor.

[Limitless, the words you spoke earlier. Were they real?]

A sudden digital transmission from the leader of the Awakened cause me to gaze at her direction. Her body had remained immobile since she began to rapidly incubate the egg. And due to having {Call My Name} she probably eaves dropped on everything Pixie and I just talked about.

"Which words are you referring to, Juno?"

[The ones about soulgear being made from dead reapers.]

"Ah. Yes, it is. Why do you ask? Do you find humans pitiful?"

[Not in the slightest. I have seen the ingenuity of humans. They used monster corpses to fashion objects of great utility. Thus, I find it hard to understand why Pixie was shocked.]

I see, for the monsters the act of turning of Reapers into soulgear was not repulsive. Was it probably because she was from a different species? I suppose that wasn't the case. I mean despite the supposed cruelty in killing livestock, we would not stop just because a few vegetarians complain.

"Well, it is quite different for humans. We consider it a bad thing to desecrate the bodies of the dead for our war."

[Why?]

"Because it's wrong."

[Why?]

"…"

[You hold such claims even in the face of annihilation?]

How would you explain the concept of morality and ethics to someone like the awakened? Unable to find words to use, I opted to use yet another analogy instead.