Grim Reaper in the Apocalypse: Reaping Immortals

The memory was still fresh in his mind. With her plump lips on his, there was no way he was going to ever forget that feeling.

He closed his eyes and remembered what happened when he achieved effortless focus and concentration during his fight with Lizzie. In his desire to get faster, he was able to tap into the hidden strength deep within his Soul System—within his Angel genus.

He forced himself to believe that there were, and always would be, Angel Wings behind him ready to supply him with lightspeed quickness. Lizzie told him to always think about the feeling of the Angel Wings as concrete as possible as if it was manifested in reality.

Deep within his Soul System, within the 10 different genuses in his possession, he honed in on the second helix structure made out of pure white materials and glimmered brightly in the dark.

This was his Angel Genus.

He focused and tried to connect to his Genus. He needed to convey his need and his desire for the power that it possessed.

After a few seconds, he finally made a connection with the Angel Genus. Slowly, it started to leak out some kind of white gas that expanded outwards and slowly exited his Soul System.

The white gas slowly revolved around his body until it finally settled near his shoulder blades.

It started to recreate the power of the Angel Wings even without its physical manifestation in reality.

If someone was able to peer through the different dimensions, then they would see the outline of the Angel Wings attached to Atlan's back.

Meanwhile, Atlan closed his eyes. The world turned slower. His focus intensified. This was the same feeling he had when he was able to catch Lizzie in their sparring session! Altan successfully achieved it once again!n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Lizzie told him that this kind of power was called 'False Mutation!'

With this kind of power, he was able to bring out a fraction of the power of his mutation, without the burden of manifesting it in real life! Due to its lack of physical presence, it was not limited to Atlan's low stamina or his inability to keep mutations for a long time.

He could keep using the False Mutation of his Angel Wings indefinitely!

Powered with this newfound strength, Atlan slowly stood up straight, commanding the battle suit to submit to his direction.

The battle suit and the Canzer essences inside it fought back against him, using its collective strength to try and push him down using their weight.

However, they were soon repelled by a force that was all too familiar for the essences. It was Angel Power. It enveloped Atlan's entire body and coated him with a protective barrier that the Canzer essences could not break through.

Instead, the Angel Power slowly wore down the last drudges and remnants of the deceased Canzers.

Even fully alive Canzers were affected by Angel Power. These 'leftovers' had no chance of trying to overpower someone blessed with the power of the extinct Angels!

Atlan raised his leg and found it to be infinitely easier than before. It was still heavy, but there was no longer an oppressive force actively trying to squeeze his bones to the point of fracturing.

Meanwhile, Carmine paced back and forth trying to figure out a solution for this current predicament.

"I could get rid of the anti-gravity module…but no…it will only help him stay in place, but it won't help him move forward. How about—"

Just then, he looked forward and suddenly saw Atlan take a step forward like an astronaut taking his first steps on alien land. There was caution in his movements, but Carmine was sure that he moved with excitement.

"That's great!" he shouted. "You took your first steps—"

But before he could even finish his first sentence, Atlan raised his other foot and took another step. But he didn't end there. He took a few more steps in succession without taking any breaks in between.

Carmine felt like he was looking at a toddler progressively advancing from barely walking, to a full stride like an adult human!

Atlan finally felt freedom in his movements. He could walk, he could raise his hands, and he could even jump a minuscule bit, which utterly surprised Carmine to the point where he fell on his butt.

"But–but…but how?! I'm happy that you're able to walk normally, but…but I just can't understand how!"

Atlan's movements were completely different from when he first put on the battle suit. He couldn't even stand up straight before, but now, he could even jump and walk better than other Saviors who put on a normal battle suit.

He quickly walked over to Atlan's battle suit and inspected his craft. He checked the internal circuitry and the modules he put inside to make sure that they worked properly, but he found nothing wrong with them.

He thought the battle suit malfunctioned, which allowed Atlan to walk normally, but he was wrong. The battle suit was fully powered up.

This was supposed to be a joyous occasion.

Now that Atlan proved that he could wield the battle suit well enough to enter the Remedium, then the mission would go on as they planned. However, as an Operator and a fellow curious mind, he couldn't help but keep his mind on the battle suit.

How is this possible?

With his expertise in battle suits and constructs, he had no viable explanation for how Atlan was able to suddenly walk with the battle suit on when it weighed him down heavily just a minute ago.

As a Specialist Operator, he thought he knew everything there was to know about his field. He was proved wrong.

"Can you tell me how you did it?"

Atlan kept silent for a second. He contemplated on which answer he would give to Carmine. Should he lie completely and tell him that he didn't know what happened, or should he tell him a half-truth?

His first instinct was to lie. The more secrets he kept to the world, the safer he would be.

However, he couldn't help but sympathize with his curious eyes.

"It's because of my mutation—the one I got from the Vineyard."