Limitless The Strongest Revenant-Chapter 969: We fought for it [2/2]

Due to my harem's heavenly beauty, I often forgot that they too were not perfect. They were fearless against anything that could be killed. But it was hard to find strength against things beyond their control.

Time, fate, and reality. No matter how powerful one's punch becomes, humans are powerless against such things. This was why my girls were so unsettled. If Zanele's words were true, then I'd lose the Sirens if I embraced {Rewind}'s legacy.

But then I remembered something {Code}, the former Minerva said to me.

"This is why you are allowed to affect reality and command powers you normally could not. It is because you are literally challenging {fate}. The reason the current reapers die to {Soul Breaker} is that they do not even know who it is they are challenging."

"Because they are not you. Shouldn't you already know why you are different? We leave you this warning, Limitless. We can only hide you from him three times. Do not challenge fate beyond that."

{Fates}, all this time I had believed that they were based on regret. But now I understand they are not. It just so happened that regret and desire often coincided. But I didn't have to regret first before I could use my {Fate}.

'I just have to create a desire strong enough that it warps reality.'

So, what if every Successor ended up killing or leaving their sins? The average divorce rate in America was over 50%, but that doesn't stop people from getting married. Just because the statistics were against you, it didn't mean something was impossible. Wasn't I proof of that?

They told me a Formless Reaper would never amount to anything.

Few believed I would survive and win my Seeker war against Savior.

Most people believed I was nuts to even try to create my own battlefront.

'Yet, despite everything, I am still here.'

Time and time again, I broke the limits the world placed on me. And this time was no different. Who cared about what happened to the other Successors? They were not me, and I was not them.

'I refuse to let anyone tell me what I can and cannot do.'

I intentionally allowed my fighting spirit to manifest. A powerful gush of Death Resonance flowed out of my body. It quickly filled the entire room. I took a deep breath. Then, I flooded my girl's links with affection and determination.

"My precious Kindred. Believe in me. Believe in us," I spoke aloud.

"…" x7

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The Sirens all stared at me in silence. Taking my time, I enunciated every word for my harem.

"I am yours and you are mine. Even if you let go, I never will."

Still, they remained silent.

"The past lives we share. Originally, I felt insecure about them. Back then, do you all remember what you said to me?"

One by one, I gazed at the faces of the seven women I loved the most.

"You all said that your love for me goes beyond whatever affection you had for my past incarnations. I was saved by those words. Now, it is my turn to reassure you. No matter what I see behind the doors, it can never be greater than the love I feel for each of you.

"Even if we came together because of the Sins and Successors. They are not the reason why we stay together all this time. We chose that. We fought for it. Even an Archdemon died for us to stay together. What others consider impossible, we eat for breakfast," I joked.

Barely noticeable at first, but bit by bit, I felt a burning feeling begin to consume the Kindred links of my girls. It was hot, powerful and unyielding.

It was courage.

My lips curled into a smile as my battle harem picked themselves up to meet my expectations.

"Even if time, reality, or fate says I can't love you beyond the first night, I must prove them wrong, won't I? My precious Kindred, my seven Sirens. Will you fight together by my side?"

At that moment, all seven of my girls began to shed tears. Without another word, they all threw themselves at me.

"YES!" x7

Aki suddenly teleported inches away from me. My Kamisan greedily took my lips and stuck her tongue down my throat. Like an oasis in a desert, the Japanese beauty ate me up like a drug. Her passion, her fear, her resolve—I felt it all.

And like the horny degenerate that I was, I welcomed her devotion with both arms open.

One after another, they sought my affection. It took some time, but the girls all calmed down after I gave them some loving.

I was never ashamed of my love for my girls, but even I believed we went overboard in our display of affection. After today, Zanele and Olamide probably would never doubt my love for the Sirens ever again.

Based on the fervor of my girls, they must have been stressed out about this very topic. Making a relationship work took a lot of effort. The girls and I had many responsibilities. So, we preferred bliss over stressful discussions.

But relationships only grew stronger as they overcame trials and hurdles together. And as my girls and I would live for eternity by each other's side, growing together was the best outcome.

'I am glad we came here.'

The girls then all stuck to me even closer than before. It was quite comical, but I didn't mind. Zanele, sensing that we were ready to continue, proceeded to continue her story. She was a bit flushed in the face and tried to ignore the weird position that the girls and I were in.

If I had to describe it, I was wearing the Sirens. They were so close to me that our bodies practically melded together. Yet such clinginess made me happy. So not only did I not mind, but I also welcomed it.

"Ehem, to continue, I used Omar's Sins to investigate the link between a Successor and his harem. And as I mentioned, nothing worked. I tried to warn them and keep them apart. I even slandered the other party. Nothing worked. It only made their love stronger.

"Yet, after they spent the night, their discontent in staying together was just as intense. Omar met four Sins before he left the continent. Two died by his hand and two ended their lives themselves. Regardless of how the Sins died, the Successor always grew stronger."

The Sirens pressed against me, hearing our predecessors' grim fates. It was as if they wanted to reassure themselves that I was still beside them.

"When I asked Omar to share the visions he saw, he only said that I could not understand. And that it was his burden to carry. Unlike Luciano, Omar didn't dissolve the army he created before leaving. But less than two years later, those who came with him all returned.

"They then shared that Omar met a woman and then suddenly disbanded their army the next day. That's when I realized that patterns emerged from a Successor's insights. The very first of these patterns would be that a Successor would isolate himself after the fifth Sin."

Hearing Zanele's words, I once again applauded Saraswati's insight. Zanele did not help develop Africa. But her long years were not wasted. She instead held the key to my future in her hands.