Limitless The Strongest Revenant

Defense was an important aspect of combat. Whether as a commander or as an individual. I remember playing an RTS in my youth where the AI scolded me for being too aggressive. The character that rebuked me for being a drunk made it all the more insulting.

"You aren't REALLY going to leave your base defenseless like that ARE you?"

I vividly remember the game prompt. Turns out the mission itself had the AI constantly attacking you while you were doing an objective. They put that prompt in to save players the hassle or save-scrumming.

But even in games where you didn't have a base, I often played hyper-aggressively. If it was a squad RPG, I would take a tank just because I had to. If it was an FPS, I rarely chose slow and armored builds. I only had one plan that always worked. ATTACK!

But that was only in games. In truth, my addiction to offense in games was because I rarely did it in real life. After all, unlike in games, I rarely had the opportunity to "redo" my circumstances. If everyone could redo their lives, would anyone still choose to be a failure?

In my opinion, this was why soul games were so popular. It was incredibly frustrating to learn the mechanics. I don't think anyone enjoyed rolling around like a drunken squirrel. But by taking the hard road, players got better.

I had an acquaintance who wouldn't shut up about the phenomenon. According to him, anyone who triumphed in a Souls game was no longer a scrub. Ask any Dark Souls player to play a normal action RPG, and most will show an above-average skill level.

Basically, because the skill required to win a Souls game is so above average, those same players find everything else super easy. I couldn't relate to that because I never managed to finish one. I mean, I was part of the game-to-relax faction. Life was already fucking me up, so why buy a game that was only going to fuck me up more.

In contrast, what I loved the most were turn-based RPGs and RTS games. They were different from soul games in one way. Such games reduced the importance of a single individual and emphasized the power of a commander.

Although Cloud was the most iconic character of turn-based RPGs, people also remembered his motley crew. I myself adored Tifa for a very long time. My porn history would show just how much. But my point was that while individual power was an important factor, coordination and teamwork were just as important.

And I know I had the chance to act like my favorite archetypes in strategy games. The adrenaline junkie addicted to combat. My blood was boiling at the mere thought of being able to cut loose. Of course, those who felt my emotions directly had their own opinions on the matter.

'Beloved... once again, your desire for blood is worrying...'

'Dearest, your penchant for fighting sometimes makes me doubt your sanity. I hope you are prepared for adequate payment for my protection.'

'Sometimes? Possum is always like this! Go wild Possum, your Sheila's got your back!'

'HEHEHE! Darling is so cool! Cut loose your majesty. You don't have to worry about anything!'

'You bitches need to stop spoiling him! Honey is already a moron. But whatever, as his {Kindred}, I guess taking care of the aftermath is also my responsibility.'

'Husband, do as you please, I will not let him harm you.'

'Anata, in exchange for protecting you, I want a date!'

Some wanted me to calm down. Others encouraged me to go crazy. Some thought that instead of expressing dismay, they could just profit from the situation. But I know for a fact that they were of one mind at that moment.

It was at times like this that I loved them so much. My testosterone must have shot into the stratosphere. The thought of fighting for my life made my lips curl into a smile.

Of course, the blood also rushed to my head, so much so that I began to get tunnel vision.

'You all better be ready. After I kill this motherfucker, I will put a baby inside all seven of you.'

'...' x7.

At their silence, I rushed forward.

"[Analyze]! [Inventory] AA-12! {Blink}!"

I leapt through subspace and closed in on the Alpha.

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Name: Lizardkin Raptor (Monster)

Rank: Champion (estimated to be near rank B)

Soul: 250,000 (estimated)

Observed Abilities: {Scythe Rush} (tentative name), {Anti-Fate Scythe}, {Adaptive Agility} (tentative name), {Burrow Strike} (tentative name).

Background information: N/A

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Unlike most games, my [Analyze] did not show any information I did not know. For most of the targets, my AI seemed to be providing information to the screens I was seeing. This automatically meant that if Graveyard and my AI knew nothing, I would see the screen in front of me.

It was even more useless than the one I saw for Andromalius. The current status screen had nothing of concrete value, except that it was updated in real time, everything was a guess. Disappointed, I left subspace and appeared a few meters away from the Alpha's right side.

As the monster sliced the lizardkin like pieces of meat, it dodged bullets with the smallest of movements. I charged at it, using the reptiles as cover. However, I suddenly felt cold, as if a pair of eyes were staring at me.

Before I could react, a trio of Blood Odachi appeared to my left. A powerful blow struck them, shattering two of the swords. I felt a wave of energy pass me by. Only to hear several thumps on the ground coming from all directions.

I felt a shiver run down my spine. {Sonar} detected that everything within ten feet of me suddenly disappeared. This meant that Aki's bladewing had just saved me from death.

The fear and excitement sent my brain into a frenzy. Slamming my legs into the ground, I ran forward.

"THAT WAS AWESOME, YOU FUCKING BASTARD!"

As I screamed, I raised my AA-12 full auto shotguns and pulled the triggers. The sound of the shotgun shells was loud. The AA-12s that shot them out like puke were like handheld thunderbolts. Repeated destructive bangs rang out.

Probably not expecting me to approach, the Alpha tried to jump. But it couldn't! We both looked at its leg and saw that it had fused with the ground. My shells began to slam into its body at the same moment. It then shielded its face and crouched down.

This move was probably the {Scythe Rush} that cut Monday and Tuesday in half. I was too close! My mind realized that it was about to use its skill, but I barely had time to do anything!

I kept running and firing my weapons, fully intending to put my weapon in its face. Worrying about it at this point was stupid. I trusted the girls to find a way. I was sure they would not let me down.

The moment the Alpha began to move, a {Portal} suddenly opened in front of me!

Unable to stop my momentum, I entered helplessly. In the subspace, I saw an exit not far from where I was. I ran towards it, elated that my girls had pulled off a miracle!

As I stepped out of the portal, I realized that I was no longer on the ground.

The sounds of the wind whipping around screamed in my ears. I was 100 feet in the air. Oriented to the ground. Experience tales at My Virtual Library Empire

Surprised, I quickly glanced down and found the Alpha in front of what looked like giant egg shells. My links told me that my {Kindred} were behind them. Jo and Liv to be exact.

'This is not working. Exa, are we certain that my rounds are affecting it?'

[Yes, Lady Bella and Jas have deduced that any object charged with soul does no damage. On the other hand, blunt trauma works, though barely.']

'And those eggshells?

[Those are makeshift shields made from the fragments of the Alpha dragon's corpse. Lady Jo observed that lizardkins wrapped in {Shelter} died faster from the Alpha's attack than those without. Lady Lilly believes that the scythe reverses cause and effect.]

'What the hell does that even mean?'

[If your shield was originally strong enough to withstand the Alpha Raptor's attack, using {Fates} actually lowered your defense. So, similar to their Lady Jas's suggestion for ammunition, the Sirens intend to block the attacks with shields made from its former body instead.]