Limitless The Strongest Revenant

"As you can see. Much like the {Fates} of the Sirens and myself, there is an inherent difference between the Formless {Fates} and the manifested ones. And that is the ability to be applied without restrictions."

"Restrictions?" Joshua asked.

"Yes. One thing I have learned is that {Fates} are malleable. My own {Fate} is malleable in a different sense, but let us use the {Fates} of my {Kindred}. Freyja's {Fate} is {Withstand}. It is normally cast to make her body resistant to blunt trauma."

I then drew Ebony and fired at Joshua's target. The .45 ACP made a hole, but it wasn't much. I ejected the magazine and pulled out a round.

"{Withstand}."

With the {fate} enhanced bullet, I pulled Ebony's slide back and chambered the round. I pressed the slide return and the gun closed. Aiming back at the target, I pulled back the hammer and fired.

The {Withstand} bullet hit the target and made a very large hole. A size larger than the first. I repeated the process, but this time I called two {Fates}.

"{Withstand}. {Hike}".

My last round was several times faster, ripping the target's head off. The people were in awe of my demonstration. I never showed others how I imbued my equipment with {Fates}. I guess the only time was when I tested it on Liv's shield.

"You three remember the AR-15 I used before, right? The reason you all called it a cheat was because it had a large amount of {Fates} on it. Specifically, {Fates} that reduced its recoil, weight, and sound signature while increasing its accuracy."

"But my lord, shouldn't that be impossible? How can you imbue an object with your {Fate}? I thought the shield you created before was a one-time thing," Joshua remarked.

"It was not. Unlike the manifested, they are locked into how they use their {Fates}. We, on the other hand, are not. We are free. You could say it is similar to what the saints do."

"Eh? Like us, Patron?"Nôv(el)B\\jnn

"Well, yes and no. It was really trial and error. But in the end, being Formless does not really give us any limitations. Like water, we can be soft and nurturing or hard and relentless. Everything I have used, from the way I fight to my tactics, has followed this principle."

"But I can't do it, boss. When I tried to use {Pierce}, it only applied to my hands. What I threw went farther, but that was it. I couldn't even use a bow and arrow because it didn't transfer to the arrow," Mike commented.

Santiago added. "I am the same Hefe. I can invoke {Combust} on my clothes or anything I touch. But when I do it on weapons, it only lasts a few minutes."

"I don't blame you, it's hard. From what I can tell, most of the formless have to use their bodies to summon their {Fates}. That is why they are so limited. But I was able to learn that you can do it by talking to your {Fates}."

"Huh?"

Practically everyone drew a blank at my words. I already knew this from the Sirens, but I was sure that my understanding was correct. {Fates} were sentient. {Rewind} and {Day by Day} were proof.

"Just try it. The next time you need power. Try talking to your {Fate}. For now. I created a {Kismet} to simplify the process. {Bestow} can only do one thing, place a {Fate} on an object.

"The shield I made before was infused with {Withstand} to make it tougher and {Carry} to make it {Lighter}. Meanwhile, the skewers that Eva sold earlier were improved by the Sirens and me, it is quite complicated, but basically, these foods would hypnotize you to relax. That was why they were calming like a drug."

"Wow. I always wondered why the burgers we ate that one time were so good. And it was because you infused them with {Fates}, my lord?" Addison asked in wonder.

"Yes. And like me, I believe that everyone in Hellsend can use their {Fates} to do all sorts of wonderful things. You just have to believe that your {Fates} are worth the effort and time to learn how."

"This is amazing! We can apply defensive {Fates} to armor and lifestyle {Fates} to equipment! We can even make custom materials for fortifications! This is groundbreaking! This will give everyone a reason to try to evolve! This is WAY better than trying to process monster materials!" Cynthia chirped excitedly.

Her words made me confused. When I modified a shield with {Fates} before, those who saw it called me a Production Reaper. I was under the impression that they were already using their {Fates} on items. Otherwise, what the hell were they doing?

"Cynthia. I expected the former Adventurers to be surprised. But why are you, Yvonne, and Addison the same? If you all did not apply your {Fates} to your wares, what does a Production Reaper even do?"

Addison then coughed as he had before answering in her place.

"My Lord. Becoming a Production Reaper does not really mean that your {Fate} is for production. Like most professions, it is something you choose to survive. I do not know about the other groups, but for us, all you have to do is be able to modify materials with soul."

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"Modify materials with soul?" I asked perplexed.

"It's like Blessings Patron. Anyone who can summon holy energy to bless an object is automatically a saint. It does not matter what your {Fate} is. You saw Golden Wick, right? We are all saints, even though everyone has different manifested {Fates}."

I nodded at Yvonne's explanation. Cynthia then scratched her chin as she smiled wryly.

"As for me, my lord. My {Fate} is actually Formless. It's called {Calculus}. I, uh... jumped off a bridge when I failed my engineering exams. My {Fate} makes me extremely good with numbers, but I created Red Moon with my wits.

As for actually making things, I can do very little. Let me show you."

The woman then pulled out a vial of liquid.

"This is an ordinary vial of water. I don't know how, but when I think of Dr. Pepper. It turns into this."

At her words, the soul poured into the vial and it slowly turned brown like beer.

"Please tell me that really isn't Dr. Pepper."

"Haha, no my lord, of course not. Aside from the color, it is still water. I tried to test it as fertilizer, tonics, and even threw it at zombies. This brown liquid is useless."

"..."

I didn't know if she was being self-deprecating, but I didn't understand her point. Once again, Addison added the missing information.

"My lord Limitless. What Cynthia showed you was the production process. We call it imagining. Although Cynthia's liquid shit is useless, others can use it to make tonics, medicines, and even enchanted amulets. Those who can manipulate materials to their will can even create stronger alloys for weapons and armor."

I began to massage the bridge of my nose, wondering what to do with the pile of useless information I had just learned. Slowly, I began to regret even asking.

"Well, so production reapers conjure shit into existence with some kind of voodoo magic shit. What about you, Addison? What is your {fate}?"

If we were strangers, my question would have been incredibly rude. But since we had fought together for so long, Addison nodded as he told me.

"My lord, I was a craftsman when I died. A blacksmith. I made kitchen knives and machetes. My greatest regret was when an accident maimed me and I died unable to fulfill my dream. It was a stupid dream. I wanted to make a sword so good that even the dwarves of fiction would call it great!"

Somehow, as he spoke of his dream, Addison's eyes seemed to sparkle. Sadly, I knew the end of that story because he was here in hell fighting undead.