Grim Reaper in the Apocalypse: Reaping Immortals

Instead of ticking down like normal people, Atlan's SoulTime was instead going up! This meant that he was getting more life as time passed by instead of losing it.

This is definitely not normal. Is it because of my Physique LifeSkill? Is it because of my bloodline?

Either way, he wasn't mad at this power.

He was an actual immortal. If he did nothing and lived a normal life, then he would live forever, and even extend his lifespan as he got older!

Neumann also told him that each injury corresponded to a decrease in SoulTime. His increasing SoulTime meant that Atlan had the equivalent of regeneration powers! This was especially helpful in missions to the Remedium.

He dared not tell this to other people. And even if he did, would they believe him? The women would envy him because he had the ability to get younger as he got older.

"Do you understand SoulTime now?" Lizzie asked.

Atlan nodded yes.

"Saviors only see their SoulTime after they advance to the 2nd stage, so they only find out about this fact later," Lizzie explained.

"It's also the reason why veterans, usually tanks like me, are needed in beginner missions. Newbies don't know how much SoulTime they lose when they get injured, so they get a bit reckless thinking they have more," Neumann added.

Lizzie looked at her watch and saw the time. "Oh, we should continue our conversation outside. Mass is going to start soon, right Reverend Fifty-seventh?"

The priest nodded. "Don't worry, you can take your time."

Then, he turned towards Atlan and clasped his hands.

"Once again, I congratulate all of you, especially our star porter. Unfortunately, I won't be able to join the celebrations as I have a lot of stuff to attend to. If only I could delegate praying, hahaha." The priest congratulated them before saying his goodbye and going back to the side door.

"You see your SoulTime now? What does it look like?"

"How much time do you have?"

The excited youths couldn't help but crowd over Atlan and ask all sorts of questions. Neumann had to reign them back in.

"Guys, don't be rude. You can't expect someone to give you sensitive information when he doesn't even know your names."

They all felt embarrassed and quickly introduced themselves.

"I'm Semi," the tank said, grasping Atlan's hand with both hands.

"Call me Pacman," said the pugilist.

"Robin's the name." the archer introduced himself.

The last one was the Stun Wizard, and Atlan felt like he saw steam come out of her ears, but he must have just imagined it.

"...Tryna," she tried to shake Atlan's hands, but she wasn't looking at him so she missed quite a few times. It took Semi's help for her to shake hands with him.

Atlan finally knew everyone's name—except for one. Someone was missing from the group. The Scout was nowhere to be seen.

"What happened to our scout?"

They all gave him a sad but optimistic smile. "He's still recuperating from his injuries. They said that he got dangerously close to emptying his SoulTime," Pacman said.

Atlan was confused. "Can't the priest bless him with more SoulTime?"

Neumann sighed. "They are–they did–but he's still unconscious as of now."

Suddenly, Atlan had a bad feeling. What if…

What if his SoulTime went to zero? Without the Angles, the scout's SoulTime wouldn't be injected with more life as it ticked down to zero. He'd be dead.

"Where is he?"

"He's in intensive care in the church, which prohibits any visitors. We'll just have to wait until he wakes up. He'll be really jealous once he learns that we got our Experiences before him," Semi joked to lighten the mood.

Atlan wasn't sure that he was dead. If he was dead, I would have sensed it.

"Anyway, let's change the subject. We're having a small party tomorrow evening to celebrate. It'll be a big gathering of all of us in the Student Realm. You should join us, Atlan."

"No offense to sir Neumann, but you really shouldn't be hanging out with old people like him. All the people there will be our age."

Neumann grunted, but he didn't argue. He agreed with them that Atlan needed to socialize with people his age.

"You'll get to see a lot of new faces there. Everyone will be there! Geniuses, Young masters, and most importantly, some chicks!"

Tryna, the Stun Wizard, elbowed Pacman once he mentioned other girls to Atlan. She could be quite aggressive when she needed to.

"I've never been to a party before."

Pacman put his shoulders over Atlan and whispered. "That's fine. With your talent, I'm sure there'll be some beautiful girls lining up over you–OW!"

"You should…join us…," Tryna said shyly, her arms still embedded in Pacman's ribs.

Since they were inviting him with open arms, Atlan decided to join them. Of course, he had no idea what to do at a 'party'. From the stories he heard, he was supposed to get 'wasted' or whatever that meant. He'd have to ask Wemby later.

"Sounds interesting. I'll join."

The youths, especially Tryna, shouted in happiness when they heard that.

"Okay, plan your party some other time. It's time for all of you to return home," Neumann said, herding the youths out of the church.

"See, Atlan. Old men like Sir Neumann hate seeing us young folks having fun," Pacman said jokingly.

"Ahem…under 200 years old is still very young."

Soon, all of them were on their respective mounts out near the entrance of the church. The youths all said goodbyes to Atlan and reminded him of the time and place for the party.

They all went on their own ways escorted by Neumann, who gave Atlan a small wave goodbye.

Atlan and Lizzie entered her truck as she escorted him back to his house. While inside, Atlan asked her a question.

"Will you be at the party?"

She chuckled. "That's only for young'uns like you. I'm old," she said as she tucked her curly hair in her ear.

Atlan muttered under his breath. "You look young though…"

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