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Just forcing myself to say those words was incredibly difficult. Joshua, understanding my instructions, began fiddling with my GRI. The rest of the squad quickly grabbed their weapons and formed a circle around me.

Phillip commented with a slack jaw. "Unbelievable, you are still conscious despite looking like that. It seems His Majesty\'s confidence was not misplaced."

"Commander, zone selected. Ready when you are," Joshua declared.

{Reaper NA20230799-FRM, Limitless reporting for combat.}

{Welcome Limitless, squad registry detected. Verifying…. 2nd Amendment Squad members detected… Confirming member status… Full squad ready for combat… initiating summoning... Entering zone 1166-2 in 3...2...1...}

As I struggled to control myself, I felt the pull on my soul and immediately surrendered to it.

***

I was then thrown to the ground. The moment I arrived, I picked myself up and ran forward as fast as I could. If fighting could get rid of this feeling, I needed to kill something as soon as possible.

Instead of waiting for the group, I used my superior speed to move my body. The anticipation of battle allowed me to suppress my bloodlust somewhat. The {Honey Trap} was given to Joshua by Cynthia, so they should be fine without me.

Less than two seconds later, I saw the undead. They were a sight for sore eyes as my rage twisted my body. I then pulled out my MAC-11\'s and began firing at them. Bodies began to fall and I tried to use gun kata stances as I moved.

When the SMG\'s ran out of ammo, I switched to my 1911\'s. More and more zombies surrounded me as I continued to fight. Somehow, with each kill, my rage subsided, as if blood was the only thing that could quench my fighting spirit.

When the pistols ran out of ammunition, I shifted my grip from the handle to the slide. Wielding the two pistols like hammers, I began to bash the zombies around me.

Again and again, I smashed the eye sockets, jaws, and temples of the corpses that approached me. Since my opponents were undead, none of the enemies I pounded on the ground stayed down.

Soon my makeshift hammers broke apart as the 1911 frames bent or snapped from the impact. The Rank Fs all began to eat me as I resisted. When my body felt the pain of their bites, something inside me snapped.

Souls erupted from my body once more as I battled the hordes of zombies. I broke bones, shattered skulls, and bit flesh from the undead around me.

I continued this mad assault on the zombies as the dead and I tried to finish each other off. I forgot everything else as I fought with pure instinct.

With just my hands, I used the laws of physics to rip off arms and legs from the undead. Without even thinking about it, I ended up using ribs or spines as weapons, bastardizing the undead like a mad brawler.

As the enemies around me dwindled, I ran and jumped to find more. My suit was torn into a thousand pieces as I fought. But despite the chaos, every time I crushed a skull or tore a body in two, I felt immense pleasure.

{Regen} kept me alive, while {Limitless} became the reason I could fight. My instincts relished the feeling of death and violence. Like a fish in water, I surrendered my body to my bloodlust and unleashed my inner monster.

***

Suddenly I felt something warm on my forehead. A sticky red liquid dripped towards my chin as the smell of iron wafted through the air. It was only when I opened my eyes that I noticed the blonde saint kneeling before me.

"Claire?"

I tried to get up but noticed the large number of zombie carcasses in my immediate vicinity. The rest of the 2nd Amendment had guns pointed at me, all wearing sad expressions. They looked at me with faces of pity, shame, and pity.

"{Serenity}"

Claire solemnly invoked her {Fate} while dressed in a glowing robe. She cried pitifully as a warm golden light fell like snow on my head.

I wanted to tell her that it\'s okay, so I reached out my arm to wipe away her tears. But then I noticed that my whole forearm was blood red.

In a reflex, I tried to wipe it on my pants, but I realized that I was topless while my pants were in tatters.

"..."

"Patron, you are okay. You are okay."

The woman repeated her words like a prayer. However, it was as if the words were not for me, but for her.

Feeling that something must have happened, I invoked {Replace} and restored my appearance. When my body felt the texture of my suit again, I stood up and asked the squad.

"Anybody want to tell me what happened?"

"You went nuts, nigga. You were like an animal that wouldn\'t listen to reason."

"John, I think you need to get some rest. Whatever this was. It\'s not normal," Scott worried.

"Hefe, you fought over fifty zombies by biting off their necks."

"Boss, it looked like something out of a horror movie."

"White boy, stop fighting."

"John, after all the zombies were dead, you continued to beat their corpses. We couldn\'t stop you, so we ended up shooting you with blessed rounds," Joshua explained.

"Did I hurt anyone?"

"No, you just roughed us up a bit. Claire used her {Fate} {Serenity} to calm you down."

Hearing that my team had managed to keep me under control, I sighed in relief.

"That\'s good. Well done, everyone. Call the LLG. After that we go to a new zone."

"Hefe, I think you should stop."

"Boss, I agree with Santi. You\'re too high strung. You will break!"

While I understood their concern, resting was the least of my priorities right now. I had too much to do. Killing undead and preparing for my seeker war were things I could not put off.

"Joshua, give me my GRI."

"White boy! Listen!"

"Nigga! You are sick."

I walked over to Joshua and grabbed my phone out of his hand. As long as I didn\'t hurt anyone, all I had to do was quench my bloodlust with more blood.

"I\'ll be fine. Let\'s go. The night is young."