Limitless The Strongest Revenant-Chapter 1018: The exact same thing [1/2]

Even after I deleted Rashid's gigantic soulform, the power of my strike hadn't ended. Powerful shockwaves continued to roar. Loud bangs, as if someone was firing a tank round, resounded. Without a medium for the energy to travel, it turned the area chaotic.

Dust flew up as if a sandstorm arrived. Those behind me flinched as they got enveloped by the aftermath. Not even the smell of blood remained. It was as if I crushed an ant. The remains were so tiny I could no longer sense them.

'Wow, that was something.'

Despite the attack being simple, it showed extreme power. Unlike the destruction I caused with modern weapons, my strike used only muscle. There was no gunpowder, no electric charges. I simply bashed him dead.

Yet the power of {Fast Forward} made me understand just how vast the potential it had. It reminded me of video game characters having ultimates on command. If before I always complained about not having one, now I do.

I tightened my grip on the mace in my hand. My swing caused more damage than 120 mm tank shells and anti-armor missiles. What would happen if I used it on a Specter? Or maybe an archdemon?

'Wew! Came down. It's a good tool, but I still have to test it in actual battle. It's a good thing I came here. Otherwise, I might not have gained {Fast Forward} before we move to Antarctica.'

The whole mechanic of cleansing malice felt troublesome. But seeing the power of {Fast Forward} made me willing to deal with it. My {Entropies}, if used correctly, would allow me to manage my malice while granting me a new trump card.

When the effects of my devastating strike finally subsided, the visibility improved. It was then that I heard someone scream in disbelief.

"H-He…gulp…He really killed him. He killed Rashid. A son of a Revenant. T-This man…This man is insane!"

Hearing the rambling of Induna Nomvula, I turned to face her. The moment she saw my face, she began to tremble. I did my best to make a smile full of insanity as I announced for everyone to hear.

"I am just getting started. I intend to kill more of them."

"You! You monster! What about their families? Their clans! Who will protect the lands they leave behind? Africa will be torn apart all because of your ambition! You are not a Reaper! You are a demon! An enemy of humanity!" she yelled hysterically.

Amari and Olamide tried to calm down the woman who began to weep. Probably to make sure she doesn't attack me so I would not kill her. For all her arrogance, Induna Nomvula really loved her countrymen. That was why she was in tears.

And while some of the Africans were on my side, they had bitter faces. Zanele closed her eyes as she caressed the beads on her neck. Even Nandi and Zinhle had gloomy expressions. They already understood what was coming, yet they couldn't object.

'You cannot save a cancer patient without removing the tumor.'

This was a common problem when one tried to be a hero. When you take out a corrupt leader, who succeeds him is actually the most important thing. Civil wars are usually tragic. The new rulers are often worse than the tyrants they replace.

Good men normally died somewhere along the way. That was because, in order to change anything, one needed to be ready to bathe in the sludge of sin. And only bastards like me were up to the task.

'Hmm. I guess if I ever do gain my legacies, I will be a Renegade.'

If I were a Paragon, I would take my time to support a local African leader. We would use diplomacy as the primary tool and force as a last resort. That was the civilized way. Sadly, I knew it would take far too long. People in power had selfish agendas.

I then felt my body shiver. It did so without my instruction. I wasn't tired, nor was I in danger. But somehow, my body knew I was about to make an irreversible decision. And it made sense. It was because I was afraid. How could I not be?

The only way to rapidly change a government was through overwhelming force. But the history of the world also had plenty of horror stories on why that wasn't sustainable. Basically, if you killed everyone who had a conflict of views all the time, that's how one becomes a dictator.

"Sigh, sadly, I couldn't care less about Africa. My main problem is I need Africa to get stronger. And in order to do that, I need them to listen to me," I muttered under my breath.

While I had no intention of lording over the continent, I needed them to help me. But they would resist, that was certain. And I planned to keep on killing them till they listened. It was incredibly barbaric and inhumane. But that was the fastest way. The alternative was even worse.

To the average African human and Reaper, I would be nothing but a tyrant. A villain or even a demon. But I had no time to spare for their feelings. I will help them get back on their feet, but it would be on my terms. That was right as the victor.

Deep inside, I felt my gut twist in knots. Though I'd resolved myself, faint whispers of my mind echoed. It grew terrified of what I intended to do next. But in my hesitation, I only thought of one thing.

The Sirens.

My family.

Those who followed me.

If I did not do this, they would all perish. It was that simple. Unless Antarctica was reclaimed, the end of the world is already a certainty. And while I originally planned to mind my own business, that would only end in tragedy.

For my loved ones. For my Kindred. I willingly chose to butcher everyone who stands in my way. They may hate me all they want. I will bear it. No matter how heavy, all so I never have to see the cold, unmoving corpses of my harem.

As I re-centered, my body stopped shaking. I let go of my Faker mace, returning it to my storage. I got carried away trying to vent. But I accomplished most of my objectives. I saved Olamide and learned about the Successors.

Once I cleanse Hannibal of malice, Operation Rock finally comes to a close. Only I had to throw Africa into a civil war and murder its royalty to do it.

"Sigh, I miss the girls. Exa. Sent a memo to those present. Until I say so, keep my {Entropies} a secret from the Sirens. I do not wish to worry them."

[I understand. I will send out the notice, but I believe you are making a mistake.]

"Did you already tell them when I was experimenting earlier?"

[No, I have not. None of the children did, either.]

"Good. I will tell them when the time is right."

[And when will that be? This power would greatly help us if the Siren's gain {Entropies} as well. Why do you not wish to tell them?]

"I will explain later. Just follow my commands for now," I commanded.

[I understand.]

I quickly opened my links. I then sent emotions of longing and desire to my harem. No matter how fucked up my life may get, so long as I have them with me, I could handle it. Like a drug, I once again used them as my crutch.

"{Never Alone}."

Invoking my benevol, my cufflinks turned into armlets. As the peace and calm of blessings enveloped me, I felt warm. Like a lie, the rampant thoughts in my mind all turned quiet.