Limitless The Strongest Revenant

Ignoring my former classmates, I followed Tildi as she led me to the eastern vista. It was a small place outside the main restaurant. Rustler's Rooste was a well-known streak house in Arizona. Its main attraction was the beautiful scenery overlooking it.

Because of the commotion at the door, people generally saw me in a better light. Harry, by contrast, was considered a fool. When I was at school, it was the opposite.

Outside of Harry and Caroline, I hardly interacted with anyone. I was known as Caroline's boyfriend. Since she was the belle of the campus, the attention she got naturally rubbed off on me.

A lot of guys came up to me and asked me to break up with her. I fought with most of them, so being with her naturally had its own problems. Most of the class was nice and Caroline was warm and friendly to everyone.

It was only now that I understood that she was warm and affectionate to sneak in favors here and there. Somehow, despite her beauty, I no longer found her dazzling. Instead, she looked kind of plain.

The heavy makeup didn't help. My sense of beauty was changing. Probably from hanging around with Reapers too much.

"Here we are, my lord. The waiters and waitresses will be here shortly to take your orders. Please enjoy, my lord. And let me know if you need anything."

"Get us your best wine girl! And make it snappy."

It was only for a moment, but I saw the Tildi's hand crush a part of the table. She must have wanted to kill the arrogant bastard. I used {announce} to calm her down.

Surprised by my actions, Tildi looked at me and bowed.

"Thank you, my lord. I almost slipped."

"It's okay, just do as he says. I will pay for it later."

"As you wish, my lord," Tildi ignored Harry and quickly left.

As she did so, a group of beautiful women approached. A white-haired German, the blonde chief saint of Hellsend, Warren's girlfriend, and the raciest Korean I ever met.

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"AMI! You're here!" "HI Patron! You drip slays!" "Patron! Boo said you were here!" "White boy! You come to eat?"

I face palmed in annoyance. It was bad enough that the guys had caused such a ruckus earlier. But these beautiful women coming here could not be a good sign.

"Hello everyone, no, I have my own party with my old classmates. Please go away."

Despite my cold reply, Isolde came in and hugged me. Yvonne and Claire bowed while Angela tried to pull Isolde away.

"Hey! You want die? Sirens coming! Get away from white boy!"

Isolde smiled mischievously as she rubbed my face against her chest.

"But this is innocent skinship! Ami is my brother! Also, I am already spoken for."

"Isolde, Lady Vela is going to flip out later, you know? She might hit you."

"I have thick skin, Claire," the wyvern replied.

Yvonne jumped into my chest for some reason as I tried to push Isolde away.

"Woah! Look at all the pretty girls!" "They all know John?" "Dude, they look like movie stars!"

Harry and some of the males in my class crowded in front of the female Phantoms and tried to mingle.

"Hi! I'm Harry Evans, heir to the Evans Group Inc. Would you like to join us? You look like you fell from heaven. Maybe I can help you get home?"

Flashing his signature smile, Harry mixed in a corny ass pickup line along with the name Evans Group Inc. Anyone in Phoenix would recognize that name. It was what usually got him laid.

I glanced over and noticed that Caroline was abandoned. Probably due to Tildi's hostility towards her partner, the rest of the class had begun to avoid her. She looked like a sad puppy about to burst into tears.

It was funny. Despite Caroline's beauty, Isolde naturally commanded the room. Her grace, figure and allure would give even the Sirens a run for their money. Obviously, Harry left his partner to chase after the prettiest woman present.

Used to the attention, Isolde ignored Harry as she continued to speak only to me.

"Ami! Help me! The girls keep saying I am not funny!"

As she pleaded like a child, the rest of the Phantoms giggled at her antics. Knowing her terrible sense of humor, I pushed her away as I replied.

"Isolde, I agree with them. You suck."

"AMI! I'm hurt!"

"EXCUSE ME! AREN'T YOU BEING RUDE? I AM TALKING TO YOU!"

At my former friend's outburst, the Phantoms looked at him with fierce expressions.

"White boy, this limp dick bastard with you?"

"WHAT? LISTEN, YOU CHINK, I WASN..."

Before he could continue, a heel suddenly landed on his torso. The force of the kick sent Harry flying over the tables. Everyone was in awe of the power of the small woman who had attacked our classmate.

Despite being in a cocktail dress, Claire lowered her foot in a cool manner. But her eyes were not smiling.

"Shut your mouth, you fucking trash! You are not even worthy to say Sister Angela's name!"

"Wow! Claire, isn't that what Lady Vela calls her Vela Kick? I give it a 6 out of 10."

"Claire! Stop kicking shit! Your shoes get dirty!"

Ignoring the humorous banter of the Phantoms, my former classmates instead tried to see if Harry was okay. Caroline was the first to help him up. Despite everything, I did nothing.

However, I could sense that my former classmates were becoming wary of the people in front of them. As if frightened by the Reapers, the rest of the peanut gallery quickly found their chairs and sat down.

At the sound of the crashing tables, a number of waiters and staff came out. Funnily enough, everyone present was part of Hellsend. Tildi, the last to arrive, saw the wrecked tables and chastised the culprit.

"Ms. Knight! Please refrain from beating up my lord's guests! What are you people even doing here? I already told you not to interrupt my lord's party! Apologize!"

Like sad little puppies, the four phantoms bowed their heads as they followed her words.

"Ami | Patron | White boy"

"We're sorry!" x4

It was funny, because even though Tildi was fairly new, she already had the other four on a tight leash. I waved and said goodbye.

When I was looking for a table, I noticed that everyone was already grouped together like they were in high school.

"John! Sit here!" "No, come sit with us!" "Ours is closer!" "What? Our view is better!"

People who didn't know I existed. People who gossiped about me. Even those who fought with me now all tried to invite me to their table. This was what power and influence did.

I ignored their words and instead sat at the table with only two people.

"Harry, does it still hurt? Should I call an ambulance?" "Shut up! As if a kick from a slut like that could hurt me! I am fine! Stop fussing."

I ignored the two in front of me and looked at the beautiful scenery instead. Since this was my first reunion, I didn't know what people usually did. I figured I would just wait for the Sirens and leave with them when they arrived.

Then a girl raised her glass as she began to greet everyone. "Alright everybody! While we had a bunch of hiccups! Welcome to the Carl Hayden High School Class of 2014 Reunion! Cheers everyone! Let's all have fun, okay!"

If I remember correctly, she was supposed to be our class president. She was nice, but she was a book nerd who only cared about her grades.

Reapers don't age, and in 100 years everyone here would be dead, if I was a Specter by then. It would be the last time I would remember the people here.

Although I hadn't enjoyed my time in high school very much, it was unfair to let the others celebrate.

Thinking of such a reality, I joined in and clapped my hands. Amidst the applause of our old classmates, the celebration began.