Limitless The Strongest Revenant

Chapter 227: The greatest regret [2/2]

As Vincent's story continued, my mind recalled the weeping faces of Jasmine Denel and Josephine Benelli.

'They were our parents! I mistakenly believed they loved us, but we were nothing more than tools! Earning achievement will not be enough! We can never return! Virtuous? His majesty Clive was the one who decided to throw us here without any support!

He just wanted to maintain his image!'

Following Vincent's story, the only natural outcome would be a single scenario.

"Make the descendants' lives as miserable as possible. This would give them the greatest regret, which in turn would create the strongest {fates}," I spat out in anger.

Surprised that I knew the answer, Vincent nodded in agreement.

"Correct, the young lady was treated as if she didn't exist. While all of her body's needs for growth were met, her life was hardly what one would call happy."

Yes, it was incredibly similar to Jo's story. Descendants were treated as nothing more than tools. It seemed that the understanding was the same on different continents.

"However, my master made a grave mistake," Vincent said with a gloomy face.

Then he pulled out a photo from his wallet and showed me a beautiful teenager who looked like a doll.

"The young lady committed suicide at the age of fourteen. Being neglected by her father and shunned by her mother, the young miss lost the desire to continue living."

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"Unbeknownst to her, the young miss became a powerful reaper, but her potential and abilities were far inferior to those of her peers. Made a laughing stock of his failure, the master finally killed the mistress in a drunken rage."

'Good grief, this story was heavy as fuck, I didn't know if I should feel sorry for this Raymond guy or strangle him for his stupidity.'

"Unwilling to waste so much time again creating another Reaper similar to the Mistress, the Master ended up trying to impregnate as many Reapers as possible. He has still yet to succeed."

This child was pitiful. I hope she at least found some happiness after becoming a Reaper. Hearing her story made me wonder what kind of life the Sirens led. Once we reunite, I will have them tell me.

"So you see, my lord. Reapers are generally so calculating that instead of leaving the death of their children to chance, almost every parent murders his or her own child at the moment he or she wishes."

"Do you wish to do the same?" I asked Vincent.

"I do not care, my lord. Death is necessary to progress. At the very least, I hope that by becoming a reaper, I can develop the Deryck family to be strong enough to survive the coming storm. My only concern is that leaving it to chance creates room for error.

Vincent seemed to be thinking like me. Instead of trusting his own master, he would simply grow stronger and take the responsibility into his own hands. In the face of such determination, I had no choice but to suck it up.

"Very well, I will ascend you myself when you have concluded your affairs," I vowed.

"Thank you, my lord, I will make sure to live up to your expectations."

"Does that mean you will join the August enlistment? Does it always start on the first? I remember dying at the beginning of July, but the enlistment was on the 21st."

"I do not really know, my lord. I have never seen an enlistment. All I know is that anyone who enters Hellsgate outside of the enlistment would be considered a rogue."

"Okay, then my next question. During my enlistment, I entered alone, but I met wonderful companions who helped me survive. Do you wish to enter the world of the Reapers alone or with your family by your side?"

"If you allow it, my lord, I wish to enter with nine others. My brother, my friends, and my wife. As for my children, I will find others to enter with them first."

Oh? The fat bastard was not only married, but had children of his own. Although from his words, he seemed to be a doting parent.

"Very well, as payment for the service you have done for me, I will set no limit on the number you wish to bring. Use your judgment in choosing them, the only one I trust at the moment is you. If they cause me any problems, I will personally terminate them. Understood?"

"By your will, my lord, I will tell my family as soon as we part. As for your request for a second vehicle, please feel free, I can drive it to the Simmons family myself if you wish. I would also not mind if you take them all. I will take care of everything else with the vehicles, from registration to insurance."

"Just one for Earl, if you can get a car for Noelle, I would appreciate it as well."

"Understood, I will make the necessary arrangements. Your build from the apps was one in white with all the trimmings, shall we?"

The towering man gestured to my left as he gave a big goofy smile. I walked next to him as we chatted. Then I remembered a critical problem.

"Vincent, you know I have a Seeker war in two days? Are you not worried that all my promises to you will end if I die?"

Hearing my question, the American gangster continued walking as he answered.

"If it were anyone else, my lord, I would be worried. But considering what you have accomplished so far, I am sure you will win the war."

"And on what do you base such a prediction?"

"It is not a prediction, my lord, but an educated guess. I am certain of one thing, and that is reading people. You have a fire that burns within you that even the full might of the Savior would have a hard time putting out."

"That's a pretty bold assessment. And what if you lose your gamble?"

"My lord, I am a gangster. We do not gamble, we manipulate the game. If you were alone, I would hesitate to throw my hat into your ring."

"Oh? And why is that?"

"Because alone you are lacking. However, it is the women around you that have allowed you to become so powerful. Only through the Seven Sirens do I believe you will not only win but dominate."