Chapter POV: Robyn Lithgow-Smith

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"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU?!"

"Shut up, cunt!"

Despite the sounds of agonized screams, I pulled the trigger. My simple act began the complex process of the AA-12 firing. Metal pieces moved till the gunpowder detonated. A blast came out of my gun's muzzle. Along with it was death and destruction.

"UGH!"

A powerful shockwave slammed into the large bi-pedal elephant in front of me. Despite his thick skin, my pellets ripped through it like paper. Deeper, they broke bone and destroyed flesh. But it didn't end there.

Bang! A second 12-gauge Faker 00 buckshot fired. More of the same carnage destroyed whatever was left of the elephant. He still tried to move but I raised my 2nd gun and pointed it to his head.

"Gehuek! You… monster…"

I said nothing and simply ended him. The African shifter dropped to the ground, lifeless. The chaotic space fell silent. All that remained was the scent of gunpowder and blood. I took a moment to breath.

"{Withdraw} Snickers. Exa, reckon you could shut down [Wrath's Domain] for me?"

[Not at all, Lady Robyn. I must say the {Programs} performance is exceptional. It perhaps ranks in the upper half of the Sin Series of {Programs}. Only behind, [Curse of Sloth] and [Greed's Babylon].]

"Tsk."

As much as I wanted to deny it, I couldn't. With the Sirens pooling our brains, the Sin Series was incredibly bonkers. How was a Sheila supposed to beat a virus that could control entire countries? Or a place the size of a country in a fingernail?

I felt the drain for the souls for my {Program} shut off. It was incredibly useful but made me very tired. Letting go of my AA-12s, it vanished into my subspace. In its place, I took a candy bar and peeled away the wrapping.

"I need to make my way to a Specter sharpish; I'm feelin' weaker than a stubby after a bender!"

Taking a bite out of the candy bar, the taste improved my mood. I normally didn't like chocolate bars, but after seeing Possum eat them so much, I changed my mind. Now, each time I ate one, I remembered his face. The face of my {Kindred}.

Just remembering my man gave me butterflies. As if the world was filled with sunshine and rainbows.

That was until I noticed the blood covering my glove. I stretched my hand and saw that it was incredibly dirty. Not just blood; it even had pieces of meat on it.

"P-Please spare me… I-I will do anything… money, drugs, whatever you want. Just don't kill me…"

I looked down to see the sniveling prince on the floor. He was crouched down on his eyes with his ass in the air. Despite being one of the richest cunts on this continent, he was barely a Phantom. His skin was smooth like a baby's.

It looked like he had never even had to work a day in his life. When I came in, he was busy rooting a couple of Sheilas. I glanced at their headless corpses then back to the coward before me.

"Oi, tell me somethin', cunt. Those two over there reckon they're your wives, yeah?"

The prince glanced over the headless corpses and shook his head.

"There were just bodyguards whom I slept with. I do not have a wife. Why do I even need one, when it is so easy to get a woman?" the bastard replied shamelessly.

Despite being the same gender as my Possum, they couldn't be any different. My man was willing to go to war against multiple continents for my safety. This ugly coffee-colored ballsack just watched his partners die without so much as a tear.

Remembering how much Possum cried for me, my heart felt warm. I then began to feel pity for the headless Sheilas who died. They loved the wrong man.

Despite rooting a prince, they were pitiful. My life might have been shit, but Possum made it all better.

I finished off the Snickers bar with {Eat}. And slammed my fist into the prince's head. The sound of his skull cracking was incredibly satisfying. He was a Phantom, so he would not die from just this.

[My lady was that really necessary? The doorway back has been opened.]

"It was," I answered. I then stomped my foot into the ground. "(Float)."

When the Prince and the corpses lifted off the ground, I used {Shelter} constructs to bring them all to me. With my target in tow, I turned back toward the {Portal} back to Lilly's hall.

"My Time?"

[Just under five minutes. The fastest among all the abduction teams.]

"Ho? Hahaha, I'll cop it right in the niggerette face when I see her."

I stepped into the doorway and returned.

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When I came back, I exited through the gates Possum created with {Fabricate}. I could see the other girls were all present. They were watching one of Bella's screens.

"Exa, take control of the constructs and chuck the bodies back on the pile. And dump the prince on that nutjob's workbench, too."

[As you command, Lady Robyn.]

I used {Connect} and linked up to the screen the others were watching. It was a video of Possum's assault on one of the Specter Princes.

[It doesn't matter how we know Kaziema. What does matter is that I have your wife and son in front of me. Come here within ten minutes or I will kill them both. And just in case you know, this is not a threat…]

The face of my man was scary. It was completely devoid of any love or affection. It was the face of a demon. Possum then shot the foot of the preggers who was with them.

Despite her cries, Possum didn't even spare a second glance.

"Sigh, it definitely is quite unsettling, isn't it? Dearest's actions to anyone other than us."

"Indeed, even though she was pregnant, that hardly matters to Beloved. She wasn't us, nor is she part of Hellsend. That likely would be where his thoughts ended."

"Yes, his heart is incredibly callous to everyone else. The only reason Husband abandoned the original plan was probably because seeing dead Africans reminded him of the Simmons family."

"Agreed. I believe that was the cause of why Shujin had his soul collapse upon seeing the ruins of Kismayo when we arrived."

As the girls chatted, I didn't join them; my mind was preoccupied with something else.

I knew that Possum valued us more than anything else. But seeing how ruthless he was to others made me quite scared. This would be the face one would see if they lost the affection of my man.

And while I was sure that wouldn't be the case, I was still scared.

For one, Rhiannon and Pwyll might have started out lovey-dovey but the two eventually broke apart and never saw each other again. The stories I read in the Mabinogi said otherwise, but in the dreams I saw, it ended up badly.

[Look, woman, when your husband arrives, there is only one thing you need to do. Stab him with this. If you do that, I will let your son go unharmed. If you refuse, I will torture him until you agree. Do not test me.] Possum ordered in a cold voice.

"Exa, what is that red knife?" I asked.

[It is the Faker dagger covered in my lord's blood.]

"Hmm. So, Dearest intends to use {Sins of Limitless}? Would it work on a Specter Exa?"

[Theoretically, it can, but at the moment, it is only a guess, Lady Lilly.]

As we continued to watch, Possum then made the knife invisible before he sliced his hand on it. Limitless then grabbed the woman by the neck and forced her to look up. Squeezing his hand, Possum had drops of his blood fall into the woman's mouth.

[Cough, cough! What are you doing, you freak!]

Possum ignored the pregnant woman's words and walked over to the sleeping child. He made him drink blood as well. The human maids tried to stop my man, but he shoved them aside.

[What are you doing to my son?! Stop it! Just use me!] the mom cried.

Yet Limitless just glared at her. After feeding the child, Possum then strangled one of the human maids and made her drink his blood too.

"Exa. Is Husband intending to use {Sin's of Limitless} publicly?" the niggerette asked in confusion.

[Yes, my lady. My lord resolved himself to do so. From Lady Bella's findings, the human maid just now is a sleeper agent for Asia. We are unsure how she got there, only that she is a spy from another continent.]

"Ignoring the spy. Why is Dearest suddenly exposing our hand? We intended to keep it as an ace in the hole."

"It is probably meant to serve as a warning," Liv added.

Lilly began to massage her temple in irritation as she asked, "What do you mean, Liv? Wait. I see. So it is a message to Asia. Yes, that makes sense. They might already be trying to gain Limitless's blood."

[Correct. Those of Hellsend who have my lord's blood may sell it to our enemies. My lord determined {Call My Name} to be too dangerous to be stolen. Thus, he has decided to begin advertising that his blood is a deadly poison as well.]

As the girls began debating about Possum's latest decision, I simply looked at the screen.

Possum originally intended to get as many people to drink his blood as possible. This would have been a secondary goal for the cunts who join us in Antarctica.