Grim Reaper in the Apocalypse: Reaping Immortals

"How is this possible…" Lizzie uttered in pure disbelief.

She always thought Atlan was special, and that he had the potential to be strong, but she would have never thought he would be able to beat up four Specialist-level Canzers just a month from his awakening. It was truly mind-boggling that she even thought that she was simply imagining stuff.

He was supposed to be a Porter. Yet the LifeSkill to clone himself in perfect form, with all the power and skills as the original, was not something that a porter could do.

She looked at Ninth, who seemed to be completely used to this sight.
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"This is not even his limit," Ninth said.

At this point, Lizzie didn't even know what to say. Beating up four Specialist-level Canzers was not Atlan's limit? Beating one Specialist-level Canzer by himself without any help from other people was already a feat that was otherworldly. But somehow, beating up four of them wasn't Atlan's greatest show of strength.

At this point, Atlan seemed to have finished beating up the poor shadow Canzers.

The four clones took the shadow creatures by their scruffs and lifted them up towards the original Atlan.

They couldn't even struggle even if they wanted to. Atlan's clones had shown the shadow creatures that any time they tried to fight back, they would experience a beatdown that was even worse than before.

Unfortunately for them, they didn't seem to learn this fact only after they were all beaten to a pulp, turning the chitin hiding underneath their shadow form into mere powdered shells.

They were supposed to be Destruction type Canzers, famed for their ability to regenerate their injuries. Yet somehow, Atlan's clones were able to disable their powers without any trouble.

"I'll make this quick," Atlan said as he took out the scythe from his back.

Immediately, the blades caught on fire and emanated a power that only Canzers could recognize. That was Angel Power, and a very concentrated dose at that. They could feel the heat and purity of the flames even from far away. It was searing their injuries like adding salt to a wound.

As the clones gathered the shadow Canzers into one position, the original Atlan just swung his scythe, seemingly hitting nothing but the air.

But slowly, the pain on the shadow Canzer's eyes had faded, now being replaced by a sense of peace and serenity.

A second later, a single cut from their waste had appeared, completely dismembering the shadow creatures into two.

The flames left behind the Scythe consumed the remains of the Canzer, turning it into nothing but ashes that scattered to the wind.

Just like that, four Specialist-level Canzers were killed.

Atlan didn't need the help of fellow Specialist-level Saviors. He didn't need the help of Operators telling him what their weaknesses was. He didn't need a construct to disable their regenerative abilities.

All he needed was himself, and that was enough.

Lizzie, and the other surviving Intern-level Saviors couldn't believe their eyes. They had never seen this thing happen before, nor would they have imagined that it could happen.

They all looked up at Atlan with his Angel Wings spread out as he floated in the air.

Even after killing four Specialist-level Canzers, he didn't seem to be impressed with himself one bit. He was indifferent, as if this was something normal and to be expected.

The Intern-level Saviors couldn't help but shiver when they looked at Atlan. After all, they had done him wrong. They had sided with Otis and planned to kill Atlan in this Remedium.

Even though they weren't the one who was going to kill them, they were still complicit to the crime since they were the one who would have helped Otis do it.

They were afraid that Atlan would enact his revenge on them. After all, it was only fair.

But even after a few seconds had passed, Atlan did nothing. In fact, he ignored the Intern-level Saviors and went towards Lizzie and Ninth. It was as if they were invisible.

One man, the one who was going to cut off Atlan's hands because of Otis' orders, couldn't stand the fear and trepidation in his heart and charged towards Atlan with his sword.

"AAHHH!" he screamed, with his blade pointed at Atlan yet his eyes were closed.

As someone who was guilty, the man was sure that Atlan was going to kill him, just like how he killed the Specialist-level Canzers.

In his mind, if he was going to die, then he wanted to do it himself. He didn't want to wait in agony as Atlan deliberated whether he was going to kill them or not.

The man closed his eyes as he ran towards Atlan, waiting for the inevitable death coming towards his way.

Atlan caught the sword by his hands and did nothing else.

The man waited, but there was no death coming his way.

"Don't throw away your life," Atlan said. "I understand the desperation you have in wanting to live. You had to do what you had to do."

Atlan used to live in the Unclaimed Lands. Many people were forced to do what they had to do in order to survive. Atlan knew that this guy just wanted to live, and Otis took advantage of that fact and forced him to do something that he didn't want to do.

"Go. Run away. Tell the others what you saw here. Tell them that the Canzers have kidnapped Otis," Atlan said to the Intern-level Saviors.

At first, they were all confused and just stood still.

"Go!" Atlan roared.

Only then did they all disperse, running away in different directions away from Atlan.

They were saved. Atlan had all the rights to kill them, but they didn't. He gave them mercy and allowed them to live.

Meanwhile, Atlan looked over to Ninth and Lizzie.

Even now, the two of them were busy fighting the two Intern-level Fish Canzers that arrived.

Atlan raised his Scythe again and swung it in the air, instantly killing the Canzers and turning them into dust.