Limitless The Strongest Revenant

This was amazing for people who had {Auto}. But it also meant that if you did not have an {Auto} state, {Regen} would be useless. That was why Dearest didn't try to use it on the corpses outside. It wasn't that he didn't want to, it was that he couldn't.

{Regen}'s only weaknesses were that it did not ease pain and that it required {Auto}. And my {Kindred} just casually broke the rules of his own {Fate}!

If he could summon {Regen} without the {Auto}, didn't that mean he could heal any injury, no matter how severe? If the same applied to {Rewind}'s other abilities, wouldn't he be able to bring someone back from the brink of death?

{Rewind} would be without limitations! It made no sense!

'Dearest! How absurd! You are breaking common sense again! I am beginning to understand why Bella keeps calling you a cheater!'

'Haha, please forgive me for this one-time everyone, {Rewind} is kind of lame compared to Siren's {Fates}. Let me power up a bit too.'

What on earth was that man saying? Did he really not understand how ridiculously insane his latest {Kismet} was? Without the need for an {Auto}, he would be able to restore anyone and anything from any state, no matter how damaged it was!

With its weaknesses removed, {Rewind} could only be described as peerless. And my lover would probably give it to his army without prejudice. Just as Bella had said, {Rewind} was the only reason Hellsend was unbeatable.

No matter how much I loved Limitless, objectively speaking, as long as any army had {Rewind}, they would be able to achieve the same result.

Corpses, remains, wouldn't even zombies be in the realm of possibility? This man casually destroyed my world view of {Fates}. Before I could dig any deeper, the corpse on the ground started to wake up.

Within seconds, George's eyelids, nose, and skin grew back. With the rest of his body still lying on the ground like a bag of meat, the "head" began to open its eyes and look around.

"Hghg? Hjghghghghjgh?"

Incoherent babbling echoed as the George tried to speak. But since he had no voice box, he obviously couldn't speak. The rest of our group waited as more and more of the defender's body healed.

From what I knew of {Regen}, the pain of recovering from his condition would have driven most people insane. Dearest must have relied on the properties of {Disable} to work as an anesthetic.

Considering its amazing effects, creating a healing round like this should be something our forces investigate. My spouse walked over to the defender and knelt beside him.

It was a wise choice, for from this angle George would not be able to see the abomination his body had become. As more and more of the reaper's body healed, he began to look at us one by one.

He seemed to be in a daze, trying to make sense of what he was seeing. When his eyes caught sight of the adventurers in our party, he smiled and began to speak.

"N-Nyda? Is that you? The one in the armor is your boyfriend, right? Rio or something? The {Formless} bastard?"

I wasn't sure if it was because of {Disarm}, but George wasn't acting coherently. Normally, the first thing you would ask for in a situation like this was a status report. Instead, this near-dead defender wanted to gossip like an old lady at the market.
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"Hi George. Yeah, it's me... Um... Yeah. It's Leo... He's not just my boyfriend anymore.

I married him...He is my {Kindred} now..."

"Oh? That's wonderful...I'm happy for you. Marrying the one you love is the greatest happiness you could ever have...that's so great...shame I didn't get to see you in a dress...when did you say you got married?"

Seeing Nyda making small talk, the rest of us understood what the adventurer was trying to do. The worst thing anybody could do to those who were going through something traumatic was to remind them of it. It was normal to try to relax the patient before asking anything important.

"It was about two months ago. George."

The moment Nyda's words left her mouth, we noticed that George flinched. Then he began to shiver. George bit his lips as tears began to stream down his cheeks. Perhaps he was beginning to sober up, his once unfocused eyes suddenly regaining their clarity.

"She's gone...I can no longer feel my {Kindred}. Abigail. Abigail...Abigail....!!!!"

The defender began to sob loudly, crying pitifully. His remaining hand clenched and moved to push him up. The upper half of his torso from his neck to his sternum healed in the time that passed.

Seeing the parts of his internal organs scattered on the ground, including his lungs and heart, I feared he might go mad. While his torso was slowly becoming human again, his organs were still outside his ribcage.

But against all odds. George said something I never expected to hear. At that moment, he stopped crying and instead let out a death resonance.

"You there... help put me back together... I don't care if you know where my parts go or not. Just stuff them into my torso. The {Fate} to put me back together is yours, right?"

My {Kindred} nodded and began moving the organs. Looking at the countenance of Dearest, I already knew that he liked this man. Losing his wife to the enemy, yet not cowering in the slightest.

These were the men my man would move mountains for. As long as this reaper never gave up, Limitless would never let him fall. The burning desire to fight slowly began to burn in my lover's {Kindred} link.

"Thank you. I don't know your name, but I wouldn't be alive without you. The vampires stole my {Kindred}. I betrayed my duty to keep her safe. But in the end, I could not save her.

"You may report me and claim the bounty on my head. But please let me do one last thing. Since the love of my life is no longer with us, I would like to dedicate my remaining time to killing every last bloodsucker I can. You may do with my corpse whatever you wish after I am gone."

Dearest gripped George's hand tightly as his eyes stared into his.

"I understand. I am not a reaper from North America. I am here on another mission. But we are also on a war path to kill the vampires, you are more than welcome to join us. What is your name Reaper?"

Feeling the strength returning to his body, George ignored his miserable state and pulled himself up with my lover's hand.

Most people would have told this man to stay down. To rest or to heal. Given George's condition, that would be the only sensible thing to do.

"George Clay. Help me up, son. I got work to do."

But not the man I loved. With a smile on his face, my {Kindred} pulled the legless man up and placed him on a table. Then he took out Ivory and used {Bestow} and {Restore} on a bullet again.

"Are you willing to die for your revenge?"

"I am."

"Cool."

Dearest loaded the {Restore} bullet and shot George in the head without mercy.

'How absurd! I retract my earlier statement,' I growled inwardly.

I had it backwards. Hellsend did not exist because of {Rewind} and my lover's almost limitless potential. Hellsend came together because of this man's insanity.

You could give him the weakest {Fate} possible, and I was sure he would still find a way to massacre the undead.

{Rewind} did not defy common sense because it was powerful. It was powerful because it refused to follow common sense. Or rather, the man I loved was so insane that he had no common sense.

My {Kindred}, unaware of my thoughts, innocently asked, "Hmm? What do you mean, Lilly?'

'Nothing, dear. I just remembered how cool you are,' I said casually.