Limitless The Strongest Revenant

Hero Syndrome. In manga and anime, the main characters were often made fun of for a number of things. One of them was being a magnet for trouble. The term associated with this was hero's syndrome.

Basically, for the hero to shine, he had to get into trouble. Saving a kingdom from a monster, slaying a dragon, or averting a catastrophe. These were the stories worthy of someone who bore the title of hero.

Most people believe that it was natural. Someone who was blessed like a hero just happened to be in the right place at the right time.

Some went further and believed that it was fate trying to correct the imbalance. But others, especially those who had brains, felt otherwise.

And that was that the mere presence of a hero would set the wheels of fate in motion to create the disaster. This theory undermines the expectations and understanding of many. The hero was not created to stop the catastrophes. The catastrophe happened so that the hero could shine.

This has led many to find the very idea of the hero to be a pitiful soul. At least readers like me anyway. If your very existence created misery for others, you should not have been a hero in the first place. And now I was on my way to believing that I had somehow become a hero.

"This must be a mistake, right?"

"Huh?" The Phantom next to me grunted in confusion.

'This has got to be some kind of bullshit. How is it that the moment I step off the 24th floor, I uncover a grand conspiracy? This is fucking bullshit! I am no hero! How the fuck can I have hero syndrome! And I fucked my harem!

I am not an Isekai virgin cuck!'

Unable to hide my irritation, I began to rant in my mind. One of the things I hated most about hero MCs was that they were celibate. What the hell was the point of having a heaven-sent harem if you refused to sleep with any of them?

But since the hero often had to maintain the purity of his harem members for some bullshit reason, celibate heroes were the industry norm. I, for one, was a bastard who was far from being a hero. And I was no longer a virgin!

'Beloved, what troubles you so? Calm down. What does hero syndrome mean? Is it an ailment of some sort?'

'Husband, you're too tense. Breathe. We are here. And we are with you. Tell us what is wrong.'

'Hero's syndrome? Hmm... Maybe? After all, you did become the one who broke the armistice. Your actions pretty much drive the world, Dearest. So maybe you are one?

Ah! And you can do things no one else can? WOW! Congratulations, Dearest! You are the hero of this story!'

Lilly's words made me feel like crap. I knew hero syndrome was made up crap. But the longer I was in Hellsgate, the more I saw the influence of IRIS.

It seemed far-fetched, but someone who was familiar with manga and novels would have a higher chance of survival in Hellsgate.

I definitely believed that to be true.

Isekai, zombies, and apocalypse novels and games transcended time and distance. Literally anyone in the world could immerse themselves in the media and have "what ifs". What if this was all real? What if it was true? What would I do?

It was as nuts as the Area 51 conspiracy theories. A bunch of old fucks were manipulating the entertainment industry to introduce thoughts, concepts, and behaviors, all for a sinister purpose.

For humans, the line of thought would end there. Because as good as it sounded, the biggest question was why?

Why go through all this crap?

But for someone like me? Someone who died and was reborn as a reaper? I could see the reason. It was an indoctrination to a reality you could not see.

IRIS was fucking incredible in that regard. Unfortunately, Trinity joined the party and deliberately falsified the propaganda.

The questions I had at the moment were simple. Was hero syndrome something IRIS was warning me about, or was it from Trinity? What was it trying to teach me? Is it really possible to be a harbinger of disaster? If I was one, wasn't I kind of screwed?

'Beloved? What is wrong? Please talk to us.'

'Husband, I have been brushing up on hero syndrome. You think too much about it. Lilly is delusional, so ignore her words. I, who have the highest IQ in this group, am telling you. You do not have hero syndrome. This is all a coincidence.'

'I am not delusional, you bottom-heavy, charcoal-skinned tweeny!'

Jas's words broke my train of thought.

'Wifey. Please explain.'

'I'll give you three points. First, no one could have known that you would learn and ally with Roach; most Reapers would kill a champion rank on the spot.

'Second, {Advent} is the only reason we even learned about the Duke's plans, it is impossible for anyone to know that you would even bring Delroy Baxter. Third, even if they guessed all that, how could anyone guess that you would create {Restore}?

'Without this {Kismet} or all the Sirens by your side, George R. Clay would have no choice but to either die by execution or remain in hiding.

'To believe that someone could orchestrate all of this would require the ability to see the future beyond even {Variance}! It is statistically impossible! They would have to know not only your personality, but even the monsters!'

I see. Jas was right. The only reason I learned all this at all was because I had no qualms about talking to monsters and examining corpses.

Even if someone could have guessed my actions, they wouldn't have known that Delroy's {Fate} could talk to the dead.

'I still do not understand any of this, but I agree with Jasmine Beloved. This is unlike you. Even if someone orchestrated all of this, it does not change what we must do.'

Liv's straightforward personality was endearing at times like this. The problem with pessimists was that they were often paralyzed into inaction because they thought so much. And while I was a pessimist, since I died I have decided to never stop for anything.

'Fuhahaha! Dearest, forgive me. I could not resist teasing you. You are far too adorable when you are confused! I will also tell you the biggest reason why you are not a hero! Do you want to hear it?'

Happiness and pride poured out of Lilly. It was so comforting as it poured into my soul. I looked in her direction and zoomed in on her face. The Untamed smiled blissfully as she continued.

'Dearest, in these stories, the hero is usually with a Saintess, right? Unless you plan to take the Wolves or some other reaper as your woman, you will never have one. For you have chosen to surround yourself with villainesses. Ones despicable enough to be called demons.'

Right. My worries were stupid. The scary thing about the hero syndrome was the reason I didn't want to be associated with it. And that was being a harbinger of disaster, all to become a better hero.

'You are right. Liv, Lilly, Jas. Thank you. I am glad that you three are here. I was stupid. I don't know why I think I was cursed with hero's syndrome.

George has regained his full body. We will be leaving in a few minutes.'

A sudden surge of warmth and affection wrapped around me like a hug. Energized by their love, I pushed the hero bullshit to the back of my mind and steeled my will.

I had stumbled upon this conspiracy by accident, and as I intended to destroy anything that tried to get out of Hellsgate, I had only one course of action.

When I looked at George, he smiled with satisfaction for some reason.

"What?" I asked, confused.

"They are good women. You have gone through fear, doubt, love, and purpose in a matter of minutes. As {Kindred}, their main job is to keep your soul from collapsing and It seems they do it extremely well."

"They are the best women! Past, present, and future. And as long as they are with me, I will never fail," I said proudly.