Grim Reaper in the Apocalypse: Reaping Immortals

Atlan, feeling the chest plate wanting to get out, immediately released it from his inventory.@@novelbin@@

And as soon as he did, the chestplate immediately flew towards the glowing Scythe.

"What's happening?!" asked the dwarves. They had never seen this type of thing before and were alarmed.

"Stay your hand. That is a semi-sentient chest plate. It's not trying to sabotage the Scythe, it's trying to help it. It knows what it's doing," said Custodire as she eyed the chest plate with a bit of a smile on her face.

She would have never thought that things could end up like this. After all, she knew best what kind of item that chest plate was. It was not even just a normal semi-sentient piece. It was a relic from the olden days, worn only by the very First Savior of the world!

This could only be a work of fate. After all, a semi-sentient weapon could be considered to be broken. After all, it wasn't a normal weapon, but it wasn't fully sentient as well. It seemed to have lost any capacity for sentience due to the loss of time and its owner.

But now, the chest plate was willing to sacrifice itself to complete the Scythe. It was willing to sacrifice its semi-sentience to give the Scythe a new life, a new chance to become sentient!

Custodire couldn't believe this sight.

As the chest plate melded into the Scythe, the Scythe glowed a bright light even brighter, turning its inside temperature a lot higher than before. The chest plate, trying to envelop the Scythe, was caught up inside the hot temperature and started to melt as well.

This was painful for the semi-sentient chest plate, but it endured. It was going to save this Scythe no matter what happened.

The Scythe, which was supposed to explode into a million pieces due to its complexity, was suddenly subdued by the chest plate. It was being embraced, just like a mother embracing her child.

The Scythe soon began to dim, as the internal temperature inside its body became lower and lower, slowly solidifying the process that Custodire and the dwarves worked on.

After a few seconds, the Scythe was finally cold to the touch. It had finished forming without exploding into a million pieces. It was done!

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But they couldn't celebrate just yet. The chest plate, which had done its job, soon lost all its luster. Its semi-sentience was slowly fading away into death. The chest plate had been far too damaged after enveloping the Scythe that it had now turned into a melted piece of metal.

But just before it fell to the floor, a mystical force suddenly pulled it back up.

The Scythe itself was welcoming the broken chestplate! Slowly, the melted chest plate began to be pieced back into pieces and fully melded with the Scythe, creating a kind of metallic look for the Scythe's handle.

To symbolize its new birth, the Scythe's blades suddenly lit up in flames, showing everyone the true strength and luster that it had from the start.

Custodire and the dwarves couldn't believe that the Scythe was complete! The complexity and strength that the Scythe exuded were far stronger than they had anticipated.

They could hardly believe that they were the ones who created this weapon in the first place. It was as if it was suddenly birthed by the heavens, not made by their grimy hands. If they were to compare it to the masterpiece of the magical sword and shield, the Scythe was somehow much better than that! They couldn't believe it.

Usually, when a weapon is broken down and made into something new, the quality will always go down. Even the very best blacksmiths in the world and history would have not been able to keep more than 90% of the original weapon's strength.

But now, Custodire and the dwarves were able to make a weapon that was greater than 100%!

The Scythe far exceeded the sword and shield. They could feel it just from the aura alone. This was a weapon that only the very peak of Saviors could look at, much less wield.

Not only that, it felt as if they were looking at something alive. It wasn't just a weapon, it was a living being!

This was the side effect of the chest plate's sacrifice. It was able to imbue the Scythe with the potential to be alive, to have its own life, and be able to transcend the title of semi-sentient. Someday, it could become fully sentient!

Custodire and the dwarves felt their hair stand on end. After all, this was a dream of all dwarves and blacksmiths. It was in their very blood to dream of that time when they could create something that had consciousness.

And now, they seemed to have achieved that.

It was not because of their skill, but it was because of the materials they used to create this Scythe.

Even still, this was a breakthrough for them. It gave them a lot of insight into weapons that they otherwise wouldn't have been able to gain. It transformed their smithing by leaps and bounds! Even Custodire felt as if she had increased her knowledge and skill by at least two stages!

This was a tremendous leap forward!

The dwarves could only chuckle to themselves about this situation. After all, they were trying to repay Atlan the life debt they had for him, saving their lives.

But now, after completing the Scythe and repaying their debts, they were once again in his debt.

After all, they had experienced a great transformation in their smithing knowledge, and it was all thanks to Atlan. So, in the end, they weren't able to repay all their debts to Atlan.

Meanwhile, Atlan looked at the floating black and flaming Scythe in front of him. Even though this was the first time he was seeing this Scythe, it felt like he had been waiting for this his entire life.

Slowly, he walked forward until he touched the Scythe's handle.