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Limitless The Strongest Revenant

"If you intended to die anyway, don't die quietly like a pussy! Go out in a fucking blaze of glory!" _____ John Smith, an average man who dies heroically, is given a choice in the afterlife: pass on or return as a Revenant to battle the undead in hell. He chooses the latter and is granted a {Fate} known as {Rewind}, which allows him to reset his condition—including health, stamina, and ammo—to a previous point. Harnessing {Rewind}, John takes up firearms to fight the undead. Each zombie he kills earns him $200, rapidly amassing a fortune that surpasses Earth's wealthiest. With his newfound riches, he upgrades his arsenal to include tanks, planes, and even nukes. During his journey, John encounters the Seven Sirens, a group of powerful and alluring female Revenants. By helping them confront their personal demons, he earns their affection and devotion. Through intimate exchanges, John acquires each Siren’s {Fate}, further amplifying his powers. Now known as Limitless, John, alongside his harem of powerful female Revenants, leads a cataclysmic war that will determine humanity's future as its strongest Revenant. *************************** Author Notes: Harem size: 7 | No NTR | No Yuri | No Grape Novel Focus: Action, Adventure, Urban Fantasy, Reincarnation, Dark, Weak to Strong, Battle Harem, Beautiful Heroines, YANDERE Heroine, Military, Loyal Subordinates, Kingdom Building, War, Politics, Conspiracies, Overpowered, Face Slapping, Tragedy, Character Development, Multiple POVs, Betrayal, Alternate Realities, Demons, Zombies, Superpowers, Tower Climbing, Tower Defense, Wish fulfillment. I have paid for and own the copyrights to both the cover and character images. Official Discord link https://discord.gg/7yxSzd3szy, See you there!

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Never again [2/2]

"UNNIE! TWENTY FIVE!"

"TWENTY FIVE!"

"TWENTY FIVE!"

"IT'S TWENTY-FIVE!"

I smiled at their immaturity and innocence. No matter how you looked at it, these girls were barely over eighteen. They were as they should be, laughing without a care in the world. But in reality, as Reapers, every night in this place was a struggle. 

'Well, let's see how it goes.' I muttered.

Right now, the biggest problem with the Production Saints was their long cool-down times for blessings. If I could somehow get it to synergize with {Rewind} or {Eat}, I could get all my bullets blessed faster.

A few seconds later, Phillip entered the room and saw Golden Wick hopping like rabbits. 

"Ms. Yvonne, what in the world are you and your guild doing? I have complaints from the racket outside."

"Ah. Sorry, Mr. Scrivener. We will leave now. Let's go, girls. Esteemed patron, I will reach out to you again tomorrow, farewell."

"Patron! Thank you!"