Limitless The Strongest Revenant-Chapter 954: If they insist [1/2]

"Marry me." The woman repeated once more.

"W-What? Why? You don’t even know me."

"Africa is a land based on the strength of will. Here, whether good or bad, having the power is the only way to do anything. I felt it earlier. You did not hold back. You treated me like a real warrior despite being a woman. Your color aside, I can work with that."

"What the fuck are you even saying? What does my color have to do with anything?"

"The elders of the Nkosi clan are quite old-fashioned. They would never allow me to marry sea scum. But with enough gifts, they should turn around. Come, let us be one in spirit and flesh!" Nomvula declared with a sweet expression.

I almost killed this woman, and here she was proposing to me. I had heard that women instinctively liked guys who treated them like crap, but this was insane. Nomvula’s eyes seemed particularly intense as she slowly walked toward me.

Luckily, I was not alone. Four figures came forward. With their near-perfect bodies, they stood like a wall of angels protecting me. Huh? Four? When the fuck did Jo get here?

"Take another step, cunt. And I will feed you to the zombies. You ain’t getting anywhere near my Possum."

"Haha, you deluded fuck. You think you can have my Darling just because you asked? The Sirens and I have been beating up sluts and gold diggers like you even before we got married. You THINK you will fare any better? Get ready for an ass-whooping!"

Jo and Robyn came forward and drew Faker blades as they scoffed. Meanwhile, Bella and Aki turned to the princes and Zanele. Their faces had grave expressions. Faces between psychopathic bloodlust and murderous rage.

"If you cherish this woman, make her stand down. There is only one thing no one may ever joke about in front of me. And that is taking away my Honey. Excuse me while I beat this woman senseless. Oh, and tell her clan I did it. Have all of them come at me; I don’t give a shit."

"Amari-san, Zanele-san. Please handle the aftermath of the Nkosi clan. If you cannot, and they become a problem, let me know. My personal unit and I will pay them a visit and annihilate their bloodline to the last drop."

Their bodies seethed with anger. But the links I saw with the four Sirens in front of me were as calm as the wind. It seemed that they really did find a way to shield their emotions from reaching me.

"Girls, please stand down."

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"No!" x4.

Despite my gentle request, the girls all snarled back and got into combat stances. Nomvula audibly swallowed in nervousness. She began to turn her skin and hands into those of a leopard. I couldn’t blame her, given that the Sirens really meant to kill her.

I meant how could anyone else think otherwise. The girls were leaking out resonance so thick it was suffocating even to Reapers. Given that my girls and I would only kill more and more in the future, I expect our pressure to get much worse.

Most weebs dream of being in a relationship with a yandere. And although I had the same thought before, that was no longer the case. Yanderes were more trouble than they were worth. You had to worry about if and when they snapped.

"My {Kindred}. Please listen to me. I wasn’t asking."

While my voice was firm, I didn’t shout. My emotions swelled from my link. It included negative feelings about the troublesome side of marrying Yanderes. As I knew this would hurt my girls, I abruptly cut off my {Kindred} link to all of them.

Yandere’s had plenty of issues. They were violent, chaotic, and had their own misguided logic. But the most irritating fact must be their immense jealousy and insecurities. As I saw the reaction of the Sirens now to Nomvula, I felt frustrated.

It was like all my efforts to reassure them were in vain. If after all this time they still feared I would cheat, I no longer knew what to do. I was either the biggest moron at explaining, or they had never believed me from the start.

I loved them. I adored them. I spoiled them. But if I let them do whatever the fuck they wanted, they would walk all over me. A relationship must have boundaries. That is the only way to get any semblance of respect.

And while I was angry at my girls, I would still die for them in a heartbeat. I could never leave them. They were my world. If they cannot control themselves, then the only thing left to do was for me to control everyone else.

’Exa, get me my 30mm Ma Deuce.’

[Done.]

Raising my hands, the 30mm gun appeared in my hand. The girls who just noticed our link disappear all turned around. Ignoring their angry reactions, I pulled the trigger. A powerful rat-a-tat rocked our surroundings as I shot Nomvula with giant bullets.

"Wai…"

The African Induna couldn’t even complete her words as I sawed her body in two with 30mm rounds. I intentionally spared her soulgem and only shredded her flesh. My shots went past Nomvula and raced onward to the other Africans.

Though over a kilometer away, many couldn’t withstand the bullets. They were dismembered or skewered. The African Phantoms saw the carnage. They stepped forward to shield the weaker Wraiths.

I wasn’t sure if they were politicians, but even they failed to stop the 30mm projectiles. Like mannequins, my large high-caliber Ma Deuce devastated everything it touched. Screams and cries of pain and agony soon followed. And I heard them all.

"Ahhh!! My arm!" "See, this is what the sea scum are like!" "Violent like animals!" "Africa is doomed." "Ugh… that hurts like hell." "It tore our defenses like grass." "How is no one dead?"

’Exa.’

[IF-Restore Switchblades inbound.]

At the bloody carnage, Switchblades loaded with {Restore} fell down like comets. The drones blasted everything with their heavy ordnance. Fire and a large plume of smoke resounded. Dust and debris filled the air and lingered like a cloud.

"Amari. Share it with every single fucking Reaper on your shithole of a continent. I am married and am not interested in taking any other woman but my harem. And that if they insist, they will gain nothing but a 2nd death anniversary," I growled.

The African made a bow as he answered. "I understand. Limitless. I will make sure everyone knows."

I turned to his mother and continued, "Zanele, I grow tired of this. Tell me about the Successor matter. NOW."

"Y-Yes! It will be done as you wish, Successor. I will arrange for us to return to the village. Or do you wish to speak here?"

’Exa, please open a portal back to her place.’

[I have prepped everything needed. You may open a {Gate}.]

"Please don’t be angry, Darling. It’s all the bitch’s fault!"

"Possum, I’m sorry…"

"Uhm… Honey? I can open a {Portal} for you… Do you need me to… "

"Anata, may I please join you?"

I intentionally did not make eye contact with any of the girls, nor did I answer them. As I closed our link, there was only a void in which our souls were once joined. Without a single word more, I ignored the rest of the Sirens and created a doorway.