Grim Reaper in the Apocalypse: Reaping Immortals

Carmine wanted to talk to them about their choice, but they weren't listening.

The elderly men and women talked with each other, but surprisingly, their voices turned completely silent.

Atlan watched their mouths move, but there was no sound coming out of them. It was as if they were muted!

Despite that, the old men and women were conversing like normal. Judging from the nods and the dialogue exchange between them, it seemed that they could still understand each other without sound.

Carmine and Ninth were no strangers to their 'secret' talk.

The Elder Heads often convened with each other to talk about important matters, but since they were just ordinary mortals, they didn't have the strength to keep their conversations private from any prying spies.

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So, they were given a blessing from the Genesis God Himself. They could talk to each other in private by letting only the five of them hear each other's words.

No overpowered LifeSkill power could overcome the power of a God. Even Saviors at the top of their field had no chance of ever hearing the conversation of the Elder Heads. This was a fact.

But when Atlan looked at their voiceless mouths, he sensed a familiar feeling surrounding their bodies. It was like an invisible gas that revolved around the Elder Heads.

Wait…that's…that's Angel Power! It surrounds them and prevents any sound from coming out of their conversation.

Then, a rude thought popped up in his head.

Can I eavesdrop on their conversation?

Atlan didn't know if he could, but he knew that he understood Angel power much better than others. It was in his bloodline. There was an inherent power inside him that could completely understand the hidden mechanics inside that invisible gas.

But how?

As he observed the invisible cloud of Angel power gas, he noticed that there were ripples in the fluid. And if he looked closely enough, those ripples coincided perfectly with when one of them would speak.

As he focused on the ripples, he heard a faint voice reach his ears.

"....this plan is incredibly risky, yes. But it's the only one we've got."

Atlan almost voiced out his shock when those words coincided perfectly with the mouth movements of the bearded old man. Somehow, he could understand their conversation.

Why can I understand them? I haven't even done anything yet…

Atlan didn't know how he suddenly understood their conversation, but he decided to roll with it and use it to his advantage.

People who were used to privacy would not hesitate to voice out their secrets.

This may be one of those times.

"Is there truly no other way? We can ask for help from the other Territories. They must have talented individuals with more experience who can pull off this plan without the excessive risk," said the old man who sat on the very left side.

"I agree. The Olympians have multiple talents who had been given the talents of Hermes. They are quick," said the long-haired woman sitting next to him.

But the bald old man who sat on the very right side shook his head. "They'll demand an excessive cost. It's no secret that our God's heart has been targeted. We don't have any capacity to pay off their demands or else we'll be in tremendous debt."

Atlan couldn't believe his ears when he heard those words.

God's heart…The Church is the Genesis God's heart. Or more exactly, is that what the giant Door is? It's the God's heart?

With that revelation, Atlan finally found the reason for the Door's importance. It turned out that it's the God's most important organ itself!

If a God died, then their territory would die with it. Ninth was not lying when she said that the fate of the entire City depended on disarming the Ifrit bomb threat on the Door.

"Then we'll pay it off! Debts can always be paid off one way or another. We are not lacking in treasures," replied the old man on the very left.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

This time, the bearded old man was the one to answer.

"It's not what they want. It's who…"

The five Elder Heads slowly turned their heads to the black battle suited youth on the opposite side of the table.

Atlan was very thankful for his SSS class Physique LifeSkill allowing him perfect control of his own body. If not, then he would have jumped out of his seat once they all looked over to him simultaneously.

He was afraid that they figured out that he was eavesdropping on their conversation.

The bombshells that they were dropping were secrets that could topple the whole belief system of the whole City itself. They would surely kill to make sure they were the only ones who knew the truth.

"The boy has garnered attention from all over the territories. They have been offering tons of benefits for his transfer. If it were any other time, we would have taken it. Alas…" said the bearded old man.

"We already owe Olympus a lot for the deaths of their kids during their friendly visit. Not to mention our God's aversion to the Greek Gods, we can't ask them to solve our problems for us," said the old woman with her white hair tied up in a bun.

"The Territories around us have resorted to sending spies by the hordes. They want to find leverage so that we'd be forced to transfer the boy over. But we can't let him go. No matter what," said the bald old man on the right.

It was three against two. And with their points heard, the two finally acquiesced.

"I relent. The boy bears a responsibility that is vital to the survival of this City, so we can't risk the other territories getting him," said the straight-haired old woman.

"Still, this emergency takes precedence. We can't worry about future matters if there's no future," said the old man on the left.

Once the conversation was over, the bearded old man looked over his peers.

"So, are we all in accordance with this plan?"

The rest of the Elder Heads nodded.

They deactivated their 'secret' conversation and could finally voice out their words to the table.

"Then, we have decided to let the Star Porter take on this mission."