Grim Reaper in the Apocalypse: Reaping Immortals

Atlan slowed down his steps as he came across a strange structure in the middle of the dark forest.

In all the time he had spent walking around the Remedium, he had never seen anything that resembled any human construction in the wild. Everything was filled with dead trees, shrubbery, and small streams.

But now, he was gazing upon a small cottage house sitting in the middle of a bald part of the forest.

It looked like one of those old-timey archaic houses where everything was made out of wood and thatches.

There didn't even seem to be any sign of electricity. It was lit up by a small torch by the side of the door, illuminating a small part of the dark forest.

If it weren't for its enlarged size, he would have thought that this was something made for humans. However, it was clear that this structure was not made for people like him. After all, its door was at least two times bigger than his height.

"Is this it?" whispered Atlan.

"Yes. The White Canzer lives here."

"Should I just knock on the door," joked Atlan, but strangely enough, Carmine said,

"Yes. You should just walk in the front door."

Atlan couldn't believe it. "Are you sure? This is a Specialist-level Canzer we're talking about, right?"

"The White Canzer's power is completely drained while it is controlling all seven dwarves. Right now, it is as vulnerable as an egg.

I wouldn't have asked you to come here if I knew that it could still pose a huge threat to you.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

But if all things go well, all you have to do is walk over to the house, find the White Canzer, and put the construct in its mouth."

The mission was simple, yet Atlan couldn't help but think that it was more complicated than what Carmine made him think. After all, things never went as planned; there were always some kind of complications that would occur.

"Should I create the construct right now?"

"Yes. I'll give you the code…"

Atlan opened up the control center in his battle suit and listened to Carmine's instructions.

A few minutes later, the code was done and his whole battle suit glowed a blue light. He felt the inner mechanisms in the fabric vibrating as they defied physics and created something out of nothing.

Soon enough, white particles floated out of his control center and landed on top of Atlan's palms.

These particles solidified into a very familiar shape, with a very vibrant and

appetizing

red color.

"This is…"

"This is the construct that will kill the White Canzer: the poisoned apple. Once you put it into the Canzer's mouth, it will enter a deep sleep for an eternity. At that point, the puppets under its control will lose all their power and turn into nothing but dust."

He didn't understand how an apple could be the White Canzer's weakness. He would have thought it would have some sort of relation to the Huntsman, after all, it almost died because of him.

"How does the apple relate to the Canzer? I don't understand."

He was intensely curious about this subject because he wanted to learn how a Canzer gets its weaknesses. If he knew how, then he could guess or learn about other Canzers' weaknesses by simply knowing their backstory.

"It's a long story for another time. Right now, you mustn't waste any time and shove this construct in the White Canzer's mouth. The faster we kill it, the better."

Atlan nodded. He knew that this wasn't the time to waste a few minutes listening to a tale.

He walked over to the wooden door and saw no sign of a doorknob. Instead, there was simply a latch.

He pushed it open, and surprisingly, the door opened quite easily.

Once he saw the interior, he couldn't help but step inside as he was overcome by his curiosity.

This was no ordinary building, this was a house. It looked like a place where real people lived!

There were messy clothes tossed around all over the floor. There were dirty pots on the sink, and each chair had its personalized touch, with the puppet's names carved on the wood.

Sleepy, Grumpy, Doc, Sneezy, Bashful, Dopey, and Happy.

It was written in a language undecipherable by humans, yet Atlan could read them clearly.

On the right was the living room where a long wooden couch facing the fireplace. The indents on the wood clearly showed the time the seven puppets spent on this place.

And in front of the couch was a luxurious red throne. Clearly, this was where the White Canzer sat.

"Why does it seem so…human?"

"...Sapient Canzers have their own society. They are more like humans than what we would like to believe."

Carmine didn't specify any further.

Atlan walked forward until he came across a hallway.

On each side were seven rooms, presumably reserved for the White Canzer's puppets.

He ignored all the other rooms and focused on the one at the end of the hallway. It was decorated with what looked like a mimicry of the royal architecture of the kingdom.

"The White Canzer was a princess, right?"

"Yes, she was. But don't mistake her for being naive. She is cunning."

Atlan took a deep breath and walked forward. He took the red poisoned apple behind him and concealed it.

If he was going to encounter the White Canzer here, then he wouldn't want it to recognize its weakness.

"The lights are off. There's no music playing. She is probably asleep. This is the best-case scenario for us. If you can sneak up on her, then it's mission accomplished."

"Can you tell me the layout of the room? I'll run straight to the Canzer and shove this construct in its mouth before it could even wake up."

"It's just straight after the door."

Atlan overloaded the False Mutation of his Angel Wings again and shoved the door open.

He quickly jogged towards the large pink bed on the other side of the room and headed for the headboard.

He pushed the poisoned apple forward.