Grim Reaper in the Apocalypse: Reaping Immortals

Atlan, who'd been silent all this time, finally spoke up.

"Why me?" he asked them.

He didn't hear much about the reason why they were so insistent on him going on this mission.

He knew that it wasn't because they wanted to kill him or something. Surprisingly, judging by their secret conversation, his transfer was desired by a lot of Territories, but they had no intention of letting him go. For some unknown reason, they said he had to stay in Genesis City at all costs.

If that was true, then they wouldn't send him to his death.

"This mission necessitates a Savior capable of carrying heavy constructs that are designed to be able to disable the Ifrit from a long distance. Correct me if I'm wrong, but as I recall, the more complex the construct, the heavier and denser they are."

Carmine nodded at the old bearded man's words.

"It will take multiple Saviors just to carry the construct in the Remedium. That is not ideal. Having more people on this job will only increase the likelihood of something going wrong.

So, the job required for this mission is a single Porter."

Atlan looked up at them. "And that's me? But I am not the only Porter in Genesis City. There is Garuun, who is in the Specialist realm. Wouldn't he be more suitable for this kind of mission?"

At the mention of Garuun, both Carmine and Ninth showed pained expressions.

"Sigh…Due to unforeseen circumstances, Garuun is currently unavailable for this mission. This leaves you as the only one capable Porter that is available to the City."

"And as you said, he is a Specialist Savior. His aura would immediately intimidate and alert the Ifrit, causing it to be volatile for self-destruction," explained the old lady with a bun.

"You are only in the 3rd stage Student realm. Your aura is nonexistent. The Ifrit will treat you as nothing more than an ant–a small fry–which will give you enough leeway to approach the Canzer without spooking it too much," said the bearded old man.

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"You're not factoring in the fact that he'd have to face the Remedium all alone! He doesn't even know his way to the basement, how will you expect him to avoid all the traps inside?!

It's better to assign this mission to Saviors who have experience in the Church's Remedium. Even if it meant having multiple people carrying the construct, they only had to activate it on the Ifrit. They don't have to fight it." Lizzie didn't back down.

Kudos to the Elder Heads, they didn't lose their cool when she spoke rudely in front of them. They were too old to get angry at a child lashing out trying to protect another child.

"They are not porters. Plain and simple. Speed is the key to the mission, and only the Star Porter can carry the construct inside without impeding his agility.

And as for the dangers of the Remedium, we can simply teach the young boy. He has shown a tremendous ability to learn, and we estimate that it will only take a few hours of preparation and teaching for him to learn everything there is to know and do in the Church basement."

The elderly woman with her hair tied in a bun showed a rare understanding expression on her face. She sympathized with Lizzie's emotions.

"Do not worry, child. We are not leaving him out to die in the Remedium. Trust me, we are just as invested in his life as you are—probably even more." She muttered that last part.

The bearded old man looked at Atlan in the eyes and asked, "What is your decision, child? Will you accept this mission?"

Atlan stayed silent as he thought about his decision.

On the one hand, this mission was extremely dangerous. Unlike in every other mission he joined–which to be honest, wasn't that much–he was always accompanied by much more experienced Saviors who guided him in things he didn't know.

But in this mission, he'd be all alone. He'd be walking on unknown territory, facing unknown threats.

However, risks always come with rewards.

"What about the Sapient Canzers that will be arriving in the Remedium? Who will be dealing with that?"

The bearded old man looked at Ninth. "We are giving this responsibility to Ninth and her team. This is their chance to rectify their failure in their mission."

Ninth and her team looked up with surprise at the Elder Heads. They didn't think they'd get this chance at all. They thought they'd have to live with this failure etched in their hearts forever. But now, they had the chance to finish what they started.

"We humbly accept this responsibility," Ninth said as she bowed her head. Her team followed her lead and thanked the Elder Heads as well.

This was exactly what Atlan wanted to hear. He almost couldn't hide his excitement.

If he was able to witness the fight between Ninth and the Specialist-level Canzers in the Remedium, then he'd have the chance to reap the high-level deaths that will occur in the aftermath!

The last time he reaped the death of the Giant Werewolf rated at the Specialist level, he obtained the Pre-Intern realm LifeSkill Bloodline Transformation! That power proved to be something that could defeat Sapient Canzers with ease!

He was almost salivating at the thought of all the experiences, LifeSkills, and genuses that he could get from this mission.

As long as he stayed on the sidelines, he could reap the rewards while Ninth and her team did all the hard work. Of course, there was always a chance for things to go wrong, but that just came with the job.

The rewards were completely worth it!

Atlan already decided that he would take the mission, but he didn't show it on his face. He showed them a contemplating expression on the verge of making a decision.

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"If I am to take on this mission, then I would be putting myself at a tremendous amount of risk," Atlan said, his words trailing off.

The bearded old man seemed to know where Atlan was getting at. "Go on…"

"If that is so, then I demand that I be given a reward equal to that of the risk that I will be partaking."