Limitless The Strongest Revenant-Chapter 972: You guys hungry? [1/2]

"Wait! Zanele didn't say met meant the Sins got to become friends with the Successor, right? Her meaning was when they made love to them. I spent the night first with Beloved! So, Pride does go first!"

"Fufu. Liv, sweetheart, during the honeymoon I had Sunday the main body. That makes your entire argument invalid. I was the one who took his virginity, not you or anyone else here. I was his first; get over yourself."

"Get stuffed, you perverted molly! The soul avatars count! I timed the moment Possum gave me a root. I came first! Exa bloody well verified it!"

"Take some in your asshole, Lilly! Can you sluts even hear yourselves? Even with {Interpret} you bitches STILL cannot understand English? The woman said met. As in talk to the first time. I was obviously Honey's first!"

"And like I said, you retarded whore, I met Husband a month before you did! He gave his life to save me! I am his first!"

"Jas, are you honestly bragging that Shujin died because of you? Really? His {Fate} is {Rewind}, which is to go back in time. Obviously, it was because he regretted saving you! I thought you were supposed to be a genius?"

"HAHA! This is fun! If you're all dead, I can be first! Darling! Do you mind if we go outside and duke it out with Fakers?"

The girls all abruptly stood up and became confrontational. Even Liv and Aki were joining in. It was a topic I always avoided. The girls were extremely competitive about my affection. And frankly I lost interest trying to mediate between them.

As I exhaled, I wondered when the last time I ate was. Due to our bodies as Reapers, we didn't really need food. It was more like a hobby at this point. We ate because we wanted to, not because we had to. It was actually similar to sleeping.

There was only one activity that I was sure I needed to live. And that was fucking my harem. I couldn't go without it. I have no idea how I survived for years without making love to a woman. Ever since I married my harem, I couldn't imagine just lying in a bed to sleep.

'Hmm. My lifestyle is a bit eccentric, isn't it? I am perfectly fine giving up sleep, food, and everything else. The only thing I wouldn't compromise on would be intercourse.'

[Maybe your body seeks to leave its mark in light of the dangers you subject it to on a daily basis, my lord? It's the genetic disposition of a male octopus. For insects, the examples would be honeybee drones and mayflies.]

'Huh? What do you mean, Exa?'

[The examples I provided are animals and insects that have only purpose. To mate and then die. It is mainly due to their short lives. And the fact that most of the work is done by the females.]

'Hmm… maybe I am an octopus. Having tentacles would be useful. For you know… stuff…'

While Reapers do not die of old age, they do not typically live long if they always fight on the front line. Even if you somehow endure until the end, your soul would break from the malice long before anything else.

I glanced at the girls, and it seemed like they hadn't reached a consensus. Bella even began using floating power points in AR to prove everyone wrong. As everyone here had {Connect}, we all could see it.

'Well, so long as they do not beat each other, I don't mind,' I commented as I pulled out a burger from my storage.

It was then that I noticed Zanele and Olamide gazing at me with an unbelievable intensity. The prince, in particular, gulped and licked his lips. When I followed their line of sight, it was not directed at me but at the item in my hand.

Finding it weird, I tried to move the burger around. Zanele and Olamide's eyes followed it without even blinking. They were like dogs who locked onto a treat. It was funny as hell.

I walked over and held the burger out before them. "You guys hungry?"

Both nodded. The African prince wiped his drool with his forearm. Zanele, on the other hand, made a complicated expression before she spoke.

"But the meeting…"

I took Zanele's hand and placed a Big Mac on it. "Don't worry; they will come around after they discuss. It happens quite often."

A humongous person suddenly appeared in front of me. Olamide stood before me awkwardly. I noticed his eyes kept glancing at the burger in Zanele's hands. The dissonance between his size and innocence made me chuckle.

I took another Big Mac from my storage and threw it towards him. They were both African royalty. I assumed they wouldn't be interested. But, their reactions said otherwise.

'Exa, chairs, tables, and a spread, please.'

[Ready.]

I snapped my finger, and a circular dining table appeared. It had a simple tablecloth on it. Food taken from my storage was laid out in a gorgeous spread. Although about 70% of it was fast food.

Taking a burger, I unwrapped it and took a bite. Zanele and Olamide did the same.

"Are there no fast-food places in Africa? Why do you both seem a little too eager?"

Zanele made exaggerated sounds of satisfaction as she took small bites. She closed her eyes, pursed her lips, and had a glassy expression. Anyone who saw her would believe the woman just had a foodgasm. Of course, she couldn't be bothered to do anything else.

The hulking prince beside her ignored everything else and stuffed his face in glee. As they both seemed happy, I chuckled and focused on my food. After a few minutes, Zanele began asking for forgiveness for her actions.

"Successor, I never meant to ignore you; please believe me. It was just that the food was too flavorful! I had yet to eat a burger from McDonald's before."

"Do the countries on this continent not have McDonald's?" I asked out of curiosity.

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"Ah, they do. They are in South Africa, Egypt, Kenya, Morocco, and Mauritius. They haven't been very successful. And Zwe and I have always wanted to but never got the chance."

I tilted my head to the side as I bit off a piece of chicken from a KFC drumstick. "Why? If you wanted to eat it, then just eat it."

"That's um… It's because…"

Zanele stammered and couldn't answer. The one that did was Olamide, who joined us after gulping down a large Coke. A loud burp came out of the man. As someone who loved carbonated drinks, I could feel the satisfaction from the prince's belch.

"Wow, that was good. It's mostly because most Africans see fast food as trash, my lord."

"What? What do you mean?" I questioned in disbelief.

"Africans are poor. The prices most fast food places have are out of our middle class. I know they are cheap in your country. But, they are quite expensive here. And as local cuisine is cheaper, fresher, and healthier, they choose that."

As I stared at Olamide's physique, I could understand what he was saying. His muscles were practically cut from brown marble or something. If you are fed healthy greens and the best meat, you would be both lean and powerful.

I ended up looking at my own stomach in reflex. While I no longer had a bulging stomach, I wasn't fit like Olamide or Amari. When I was human, I was sedentary for a better part of a decade and it showed. I somehow began questioning my eating habits.