Limitless The Strongest Revenant

Chapter 1004: Let me be happy [1/2]

A common thing that you heard today was that men are hard to please.

But I disagree. Men were pretty easy to please. You either used sex, violence, challenges, or food. That was what got us excited; that was what made us move. There were a lot of videos about men doing the dumbest shit, yet they were happy.

To men, the ones who often went unseen, unheard, or unvalidated. It took very little. There were the farmers, oil rig workers, miners, soldiers, plumbers, electricians, bricklayers, and so many more.

While the modern wamen bitched about the patriarchy, they only saw the top 1% of men. For the rest of us, we weren't even seen as human. In that way of living, we had to find what little joy we had to keep on going. And sadly that used to be a wife and kids.

Now?

When most marriages ended in divorce, could we really fault men for walking away? Funnily enough, this trend is evident in both the East and the West. As women grew smarter, they tried to fill our shoes. And, of course, some of them could.

But then why would we even need them? What men needed was a loving wife. We didn't need a stronger partner. We wanted someone who would welcome us when we came home after a long day. Someone who would appreciate our efforts and want to pamper us.

It didn't matter what the world thought so long as we had our own little kingdom. But as most men were denied even that, we returned to our roots. And that was, of course, violence. Violence had the greatest and most basic way of releasing stress.

I have seven wonderful wives. But Zanele's lectures bottled up my anger. It all began to boil over. The fact that someone toyed with my precious women. That even my own life was used as someone else's experiment. And the realization that I was not a hero but a mere chess piece.

'I mean they told me even my own feelings were fake. Who the fuck wouldn't get annoyed?'

While I never really imagined being the savior of the world, who didn't want to be the protagonist? The one to save the world, kick ass, and get the girl. But to hear that I was only the latest in a long line of heroes who had been nothing but fucking failures made my blood boil.

In reality, I sent my women away for this very reason. I loved them so much. And with them with me, I knew I could handle anything. But there were still parts of me I didn't want them to see. Parts I grew ashamed of.

'Exa.'

[Yes, my lord?]

'Do you have a way to fake my link?'

[No, I do not, my lord.]

'How did the Sirens do it?'

[They refrained from making a program as they knew you would ask for it. Instead, they asked Lady Vela to implant suggestions in their minds. Whenever their emotions rose, it stopped them.]

'Sigh, my girls really are the best. They had Jo brainwash them. Very well. Send a message to my girls. Tell them I need to vent.'

[I understand.]

Upon hearing that, I closed my links. The warmth of the Sirens that soothed my soul abruptly disappeared. In its place was an absolute void. At that realization, I grew even more irritated.

"This fucking world! Why can't you just let me fuck my harem and let me be happy!"

Yelling in frustration, I brought my spiked mace down on the boar's meaty stomach. Like a beanbag chair, the contents of the stomach shifted. My strike ripped apart the flesh, skin, and organs. From the holes, fountains of red gushed out.

[Henry!]

[On it, Granny!]

But 30mm {Restore} rounds from three Ripsaws structured up the holes in a single moment. Yet I couldn't care less.

"FUCK the Revenants! Fuck the Successors! Fuck the Undead! Fuck the Revenant Project! FUCK YOU ALLL!!! ARGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!!"

Taking a step back, I raised both my arms and used the mace as a mallet. Using my elbows and shoulders as fulcrums, I sent the Faker Morning Star hurtling to the pig!

"BUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHHHIIIII!!!!!"

As I was tenderizing pork, ripples like those on the surface of water flowed through the boar's skin. Squirts of blood like those from an overgrown pimple gushed out all over the place. The boar's hide managed to hold together. For now.

After all, I was not only venting on this pig from one place but from seven others.

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I was having an unofficial competition with Sabel on the boar's back. My goal was to break the pig's spine. Hers to ensure it wouldn't. Naturally, I put my everything into each strike. But Sabel nuked the entire length of the boar's back with {Restore} Switchblades.

I wiped the sweat coming off my brow as I called to her, "Daughter, do you really think you can stop me?"

[HEHEHEHE! Of course I can, Daddy! You may be the coolest ever, but I am still an AI!]

Drawing my arms back, I smiled, "Do your best then. You haven't seen anything yet!"

I swung with all my might and heard the sharp crunch of thousands of bones fracturing. Shifting my leg, I twisted my core. Like a top, I used my momentum to spin the Faker morning star. The revolving swing allowed me to recover faster for a second strike!

CRACK!

As my weapon sliced the hide open, blood gushed out in disgusting amounts. But I didn't stop. Faster and faster I spun. I kept hammering the spine of the boar. As the monster was as large as a house, it was like trying to break the core pillar of a building.

But I didn't mind; the reverberations I saw as my blows made the flesh tremble pleased me greatly. I was extremely aerodynamic because of {Carry}, so I didn't encounter air resistance. Like a meat grinder, chunks of the boar's meat were torn off by the spikes!

[Ahhh! Daaadyyy! That's cheating!]

Sabel tried to heal the pig by raining Switchblade 300s along the worst-damaged parts. But she wasn't fast enough. After who knows how many blows, I tore enough meat that I finally saw the bone of the spine. I then went after it like a hammer on a nail!

[DADDDYYY!!! STOP!!!]

Despite my cute daughter's screams, I did not. There were no soulgems here, so I didn't need to be careful. I bashed a single part of the pillar like bone again and again. Each of my strikes caused the fractures to grow deeper. Until it finally cracked and broke.

{ARGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!}

A soul-powered scream resounded. But that hardly mattered. I began to thank Africa for birthing this motherfucker. I finally found the best punching bag ever.

"Say it to someone who cares," I grunted.

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On the Pig's face, a couple of my avatars were having the time of our lives. We were playing pass the boar. Like a tennis ball, its massive head bounced to the left and right. Thanks to its immensely thick neck, there was no danger of it getting decapitated.

'I think. Not that it actually matters.'

Monday and Tuesday positioned ourselves on the left and right sides of its checks. As if we were playing tennis, we swung our spiked mallets on the boar's face. The sharp ends dug and tore flesh off from it.

When we began, it was still screaming. But after its eyes, snout, and mouth got fucked up it quieted. Henry's MAARs have been raining 40mm {Restore} grenades on it, but it was too slow. The damage outpaced his recovery.