Grim Reaper in the Apocalypse: Reaping Immortals

Atlan slowly took Scythe's handle, taking it out of the air and letting all of its weight fall into his hands. And as soon as he did, he felt the Scythe try to pull him down to the very ground.

He was surprised! The Scythe was trying to test him if he was worthy of becoming its owner.

The Scythe increased its weight, almost a thousand tons weighing down on Atlan's hands.

But the Scythe didn't know who it was dealing with. Atlan was originally a porter, with a physical strength unlike this world had ever seen. Not only that, he had an SSS class Grim Reaper Physique LifeSkill that allowed him to harness death energy to become physical strength.

He slowly lifted the Scythe and swung it around casually, as it weighed nothing more than a few kilograms!

The Scythe was surprised and tried to fight against Atlan's power by increasing the fire in its blades. But it was no use. Atlan was able to handle the Scythe without any problem at all.

He would have been able to do this even before he had his transformation into a demigod of death. So, the Scythe truly had no chance of trying to intimidate and test him. There was no way it was going to win against Atlan in a contest of strength.@@novelbin@@

The Scythe seemed to have realized this and started to use a different approach. Its reddish flames, which seemed to have been caught from the very hell itself, suddenly became brighter and spread itself down to the handle.

It was trying to see if Atlan was going to burn!

But of course, Atlan held the handle even as it got burned with fire.

Atlan could harness the Apocalyptic Hellfire itself! There was no way he was going to get burned by a small campfire.

"Had enough?" he asked the Scythe.

And the Scythe, realizing its loss, immediately tamed down and lost all its fire.

Then, it floated out of its hands and jumped up and down, like a very loyal puppy.

"Good. We'll be working together from now on, so it would have been awkward if you kept trying to test me," Atlan said.

The Scythe, knowing that Atlan was slightly annoyed that he was tested, immediately started to endear to Atlan by acting like a lost puppy.

Atlan laughed, making the Scythe happy. Then, it voluntarily placed itself on Atlan's back, making itself smaller, waiting for the right time when Atlan would need its help and it would expand to its full size.

"This is beyond my expectations. Thank you for making my new weapon," Atlan said to Custodire and the dwarves. He even bowed towards them to show his respect.

"No, no, we did nothing. The Scythe would have been destroyed if the semi-sentient chestplate had not moved and sacrificed itself," Custodire said, waving her hands in Atlan's thanks.

She didn't feel as if she deserved his thanks. As a blacksmith, she had failed. She was supposed to have been able to handle all kinds of materials, but this was something that she could not handle.

"Do not thank us, Star Porter. We helped you because of our debt. But now, it seems like we also owe you another debt. We have learned a lot from making the Scythe, so do not thank us. We have to thank you," the dwarves said.

In response, Atlan shook his head. "No, if it weren't for all of you, I wouldn't have my Scythe, plain and simple. I'm sure that if I had gone to any other blacksmith, they wouldn't have been able to make a Scythe in the first place," he said to them.

Atlan thanked them again before leaving Custodire's smithy.

Now that he had his weapon, it was time for him to search for more Canzers to interrogate.

Just like the Enchanted Queen said, they needed to find more clues about this mysterious object that could blur the lines between reality and Remedium.

And just in time, Atlan felt a surge of death energy coming from the southern direction.

He looked over and saw death particles almost flooding the very streets.

Atlan took out his Angel Wings and immediately teleported over there.

And as soon as he reappeared, he suddenly felt the whole ground shaking wildly, as if there was a war going on underground.

He was in a Symptom!

This meant that there was a Canzer wreaking havoc inside the Remedium right now.

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Atlan looked to his left and saw that there was a collection of Saviors standing around and preparing for the mission.

He walked over to them, and they immediately noticed him.

"Huh? Student Savior, why haven't you evacuated yet? Get out of the Symptom!"

Their leader gestured for Atlan to come towards them, and he did.

Atlan looked at their epaulet and saw that they were Pre-Intern Saviors, which meant that they were a realm above Student-level Saviors.

Right now, they all thought he was a Student-level Savior because of the epaulet on his shoulders.

However, one of them seemed to have recognized Atlan's face.

"Hey, wait a minute. Isn't he the Star Porter?"

As soon as the guy said that, the whole team looked at Atlan and scrutinized his features. Only then did a flash of recognition breeze past their faces.

"Oh, the Star Porter from the stories? The one who is rumored to have defeated a Specialist-level Canzer all by himself?"

The rumor about Atlan defeating the Basilisk had already spread far and wide. And it seemed to have reached this group as well.

However, it was clear from their expressions that they didn't believe an inch of the rumors. After all, they were Pre-Intern Saviors. They were above Student-level Saviors like Atlan, and they knew that fighting against a Specialist-level Canzer was way beyond their strength.

So, they had no other choice but to treat the rumors as nothing but lies.

Just then, the earthquake seemed to have gotten worse and worse. There was now a large fissure growing in the middle of the road, slowly spreading outwards and starting to affect the other streets.

"Damn it! We don't have time. We need to get to the Remedium right now!" shouted the leader.

"But, we still don't have a porter!"

And as soon as one of them said that, they all looked at Atlan, the Star Porter.