Grim Reaper in the Apocalypse: Reaping Immortals

Atlan landed in front of the glass tomb of the White Canzer. Finally, despite the odds stacked against him, he was able to defeat a Specialist-level Canzer all by himself. He didn't need the strength of Ninth or the protection of a Tank. All he had was his wits and special tricks to aid him; that was enough.

TWANG!

The arrow flew through the air at lightspeed and reached Atlan's back at record time.

He didn't even react. He didn't have to.

Before it could pierce through his chitin armor, the arrow's normal sturdy texture suddenly turned into woven yarns that suddenly exploded and frayed.

It hit Atlan's chest with nothing but a whimper.

It bounced off the chitin and landed on the ground before turning into particles that dissipated into the air.

Atlan looked back and saw the Huntsman puppet with its bow pointed straight at him.

The Huntsman desperately tried to take out another arrow from his quiver, but they all turned into soft yarns that quickly turned limp and useless.

Without the White Canzer's power keeping the puppets alive, the Huntsman's second life was close to an end.

Slowly, the ends of his toes and fingers turned into yarns. It spread towards his whole body before slowly unraveling.

Instead of fighting for its life, the Huntsman seemed to have accepted his fate. He spread his arms open and accepted the loss of his own life.

But before he completely disappeared from his life, he looked at Atlan.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

'I know you can understand me now…and I just want to say…thank you…'

In his very last moments, the original Huntsman's memories returned to the puppet. Despite dying because of him, the Huntsman felt nothing but gratitude towards the strange human with strange powers.

If it wasn't for him, he would have been trapped under the White Canzer's spell, unable to live a life that was truly his. He would have to spend an eternity becoming nothing but her own plaything. He would have to go on without a consciousness of his own.

He smiled as his head slowly unraveled into strings and yarns before disappearing in the air.

Atlan could no longer feel any power from the Huntsman or the White Canzer.

Once everything was over, he took a deep breath. The adrenaline from the fight still hadn't worn off, but all he wanted to do now was to lay down and take a small break.

Throughout the whole fight, Atlan had been on the edge. After all, he was fighting monsters several realms above his own level, all while he couldn't use any of his powers out in the open.

In hindsight, it was very fortunate for him that the White Canzer killed the Huntsman.

If it weren't for his death, then Atlan wouldn't have gained the 'Fog of War' LifeSkill that was extremely useful in these situations. If it wasn't for that power, he wouldn't be able to show off his mutation without Carmine and the rest of them finding out about it.

It also allowed him to have the element of surprise against the White Canzer and the Huntsman puppet. If it weren't for that, he didn't think he could have won against them.

Once everything was over, Atlan released his grip on the 'Fog of War' LifeSkill.

Slowly, the fog dispersed into the wind, leaving Atlan all alone in the dark forest Remedium.

"It's coming back! We're finally getting a signal. I hope nothing bad happened to our Star Porter!"

Once the fog cleared, Carmine and the rest of the spectators could finally see and hear everything inside the Remedium.

They half expected to see Atlan being consumed by the White Canzer, but thankfully, that wasn't what they saw.

Instead, they only saw an empty forest.

"What happened?! Where's the White Canzer? Where's her puppet?"

Carmine was full of questions. From what they last saw, Atlan was on the brink of being hunted by the Specialist-level monsters. And the worst part about it was that he didn't even run when they told him to.

Just then, Carmine spotted something on the corner of the video feed. It seemed to be a glass tomb with the White Canzer sleeping peacefully inside.

Carmine gasped loudly, getting the attention of the other Operators in the room.

Once Carmine zoomed in on the image, everyone finally saw the reason for his surprise.

Everyone's jaws collectively dropped.

Somehow, the White Canzer was vanquished!

"How…how is this possible…"

"The White Canzer is done…it's entombed…"

"I can't believe it…but how?!"

Then, the answer arrived in their thoughts. The only way this outcome could be achieved was if someone put the poisoned apple construct in the White Canzer's mouth.

There was no way that the White Canzer voluntarily consumed this dangerous material, which meant only one thing: Atlan was the one who did it.

That implication was perhaps even more incredulous.

A Student-level Savior was somehow able to defeat a Specialist-level Canzer all by himself. And not only that, he was also a Porter—a job that was famous for having no fighting ability.

"Atlan…Star Porter…did you do this?"

"Yes. I got lucky and found the right timing."

He couldn't lie about it. After all, the glass coffin was right there for them to see.

Of course, he wasn't going to tell them the truth on how he did it.

"...Ho…how…can you help me understand how a Student-level Porter like you is able to fight against a Specialist-level puppet and reach the White Canzer in one piece? I truly cannot understand."

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"I got lucky. As it turned out, the fog didn't obscure the view only for us. The White Canzer and the Huntsman puppet was also affected by it too. And luckily, as I stumbled my way through the fog, I bumped into the White Canzer right in front of me.

We had a small fight, but I was able to win the tussle and put the poisoned apple in her mouth."

"..."

Carmine and the rest of the people listening to Atlan's story couldn't help but be awestruck at his luck. He must have been blessed by the goddess of luck herself for him to be this fortunate.

Even with how unbelievable his story was, they had no choice but to believe it.

The alternative would be that Atlan fought them off by himself, and that was simply impossible. So, they just accepted that Atlan was simply lucky.