Limitless The Strongest Revenant-Chapter 980: Heroine - : Even if [1/2]

Chapter POV: Liv Ivaldi-Smith

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"Fuck…"

Hearing my Beloved's reply, my heart grew fearful. The Sirens who normally were discussing with each other in the Siren server all grew silent. We often complained about Beloved's excessive desire for us. But Zanele's explanations made us pause.

What if the love we all share at the moment is a lie?

That single question made the girls and me freeze. Everything I knew about my {Kindred} revolved around how much he loved me. We repeatedly promised each other that our love would never go cold. But what if it wasn't even his decision?

"Successors are incredibly powerful. The rules that bind to typical Reapers do not apply to them. They have no limitations on {Vassals}, {Kindred}, or {Kismet}. The ability to draw in souls is far greater than any Reaper at the same level. As well as inhumane metal resilience."

One by one, Zanele explained the oddities we all wondered about. How could Limitless take in seven {Kindred} which even Revenants could not do? From the sounds of it, Beloved also does not have to worry {Vassals}.

"Why? Why was such power given to these individuals, I wondered. As I spoke with them, I knew that they were all visionaries. But how was it possible for every single one of them to be like this? So, when I investigated them further, that was what sent me to learn about their past."

Beloved then interjected, "How could you even know that? You never left the country! Even David keeps my records under lock and key."

"Indeed. That was also something that stopped me. At least in the beginning. But that was also the time I met Rolland and Blanche. They saw value in my work and invited me to join IRIS because of it. I was originally forbidden to say this, but to show my sincerity, I will."

The moment she said those words, everyone in the room flinched. Few were oblivious to the power and influence IRIS wielded. Even as a Northerner, I often heard of them. They were a group even our Head of Wisdom, Lok, couldn't ignore.

The Sirens and I had many speculations. That both Rolland Winchester, the Virtuoso, and Blanche Voir Millénia, the Astrologer, were part of IRIS. But this was our first proof that we were right.

"In exchange for my help, Blanche gave me the records of the Successors. They were from North America, South America, Europe, and Asia, dating back centuries. So while I only met five in person, I know of more."

Beloved gritted his teeth and clenched his fists. My sisters, who were near him, tried to soothe our man with their touch. The Sirens' silence spoke volumes about how unsettled everyone was. We knew it shouldn't be possible, but we couldn't help it.

"Successor, one of the things I was in charge of was determining how your kind are chosen. The process itself was something no one, not even IRIS, could understand. Nature itself created Successors. Our search led us to your blood. A very special kind of blood.

"If given to normal Reapers, Successor blood was poison. The same held true for humans. Only a select and incredibly unique group could handle it. Ah, those were the findings of other IRIS members. I have no expertise in biology or chemistry. They just told me."

Zanele then bit her lip. Her face seemed like she was conflicted about what to say. Still, no one pressed her. From her body language, I could tell that her next words would have immense implications.

"And? It sounds like you are telling me that IRIS tried to artificially make Successors."

Despite the audacious claim, Zanele didn't deny Beloved's words and remained silent. After a few moments, she spoke slowly with trepidation.

"I am not sure. That was the division Rolland was in charge of. He had screened thousands of people and had me analyze the records. And… my task was to determine who among them would have the highest chance of becoming one."

"You have got to be shitting me," Beloved snapped.

"Yes, your appearance changed, so I didn't notice immediately. But you were candidate No. 3953. Name: John Smith, born in Phoenix, Arizona, of Frank and Maggie Smith. Employed at the Department of Transportation. Lived over 25 years without any notable achievements.

"Despite growing up under abuse by Frank Smith, you had immensely chivalric tendencies. This was caused by the influence of the Simmons family. You were so loving. But you became bitter after Caroline Fisher betrayed you. I-I was the one who chose you."

The Sirens and I gasped in surprise. Aki, Lilly, and Jas physically restrained our Kindred. Immensely thick death resonance began to leak him. Like wisps of smoke, black lines began dancing around him as his pupils turned black.

'His soul is collapsing.'

It wasn't like I couldn't understand why he was feeling this way. Despite all one may achieve, no one wished to learn they were part of an experiment. Few would be able to continue believing in themselves in such a situation.

It questioned if one's decisions were truly their own. Or if they were influenced by others. Just like the curse of affection Zanele mentioned earlier. Beloved must be wondering if there was any meaning in his struggle. In his journey.

My sisters invoked my Kindred's benevol to calm him down. Lilly, Aki, and Jas tried to reassure him with their bodies to soothe him. The rest of us would focus on the conversation. When it came to Beloved, the Sirens were of one will.

"Zanele, why were you so sure Honey would become a Successor? Is it related to what you learned about them?" Bella inquired in a cold manner.

Jo, whose eye had turned red, added menacingly, "Did you test Darling's resolve by abducting my sister around him? If you had Zanardi's slut, it wouldn't have been hard to time it when he passed."

Olamide carefully began to move, only for him to suddenly smash his face into the floor. Along with it was a threat from Robyn, who glared at the Africans.

"I am not in the mood, nigger. Stay down, I will not ask again." She then turned to Zanele and snarled. "Nelle, answer."

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Zanele trembled as she continued to explain.

"Yes, Lady Bella. I had a team. We found that all Successors have progressive mindsets. It's because they were once talentless individuals. The worse the life they lived as humans, the better they respond to the burdens and missions they are given.

"To answer Lady Jo, yes. After weeks of watching, they believe John Smith would act as they needed him to. It was his final test, so to speak. The Successor candidate had to face impossible odds for no reward. I was told only 1 in ten thousand got that far.

"That was the final key that allowed the Successor blood to become compatible. As John Smith eventually became Limitless, it seemed IRIS had succeeded in manufacturing its own Successors. No wonder you arrived extremely late. The bouts all but ended."

Hearing the last part of her sentence, I asked for clarification.

"I do not understand what you are trying to say."

"We have discussed what the Successors are. Now, I will discuss their legacies. Simply put, I believe that the legacies are the past lives of the previous Reapers. Each time the Successors claim this legacy, their outlooks change.

"I mentioned earlier, right? The moment the Successor claims the Legacy of Sloth, they suddenly disperse the armies they had formed with great effort. In the other battlefronts, even the way the Successors spoke drastically changed."

In a certain manner, I was able to understand. Much like how Robyn and Jo would suddenly channel other people. If even the Sins were affected by the legacies they carried, it made sense. Just being one placed us in the same danger as Beloved.