Grim Reaper in the Apocalypse: Reaping Immortals

"Are you okay?"

Atlan spoke to the Venunum, but it didn't react to anything he said. It continued to squirm like normal.

Looks like I can't talk to it.

He thought that he'd be able to communicate with the Canzer, but it seemed like his mutation was only limited to understanding their language for now. Unless he'd suddenly grow mandibles and mimic the squeaky sounds that the Venunum made, then they wouldn't understand anything he said.

"So? Do you want a hit or not?"

The guy offered him a new Venunum, but Atlan shook his head and refused. He didn't want to waste his SoulTime. Even though he was regenerating SoulTime by the second, he opted to save those instead because he knew that the Angels wouldn't be there to save him when it nears zero.

All the people here at the party thought that the Angels would still save them from death, but that was a faulty assumption. If they truly knew that they weren't immortal anymore, he wondered if they would still be so carefree about their SoulTime.

I would have warned them, but they would label me as a liar and a lunatic.

"You're missing out, man. But if you don't want one, then there's more for me!"

The guy took the isopod back to him and quickly attached it to his chest. And once it did, venom quickly spread through his veins. It hurt just enough for it to turn into pleasure.

Even though they're hurting, they're not suffering. That's weird…

Atlan quickly walked away from them and walked through the party. Pacman and the others still weren't there, so Atlan decided to walk around the mansion some more. He wanted to see what other people did at a party and try to see if he could make friends with them.

But as he walked around, he was disappointed to find out that most of what they talked about were things he didn't understand. They all grew up here in Genesis City, meaning they all had the same experiences that they could all relate to. They talked about their training before they got drafted, and how they were forced to eat only broccoli and chicken breast every day.

If Atlan told them about how he'd be lucky if he found any mushrooms in three days of digging and scavenging for food in the Unclaimed Lands, then he'd surely bring down the party.

With nowhere else to go, Atlan went out to a secluded balcony near the stairs. He was finally alone and the sounds of the party were muffled behind him.

He looked out into the white night sky and the black moon up above.

If the Remedium wasn't so dangerous, Atlan would have liked to spend his time alone here because of the serenity.

"Oh, sorry. I thought nobody was here."

The balcony door opened and someone came in. Atlan was surprised to see that familiar golden hair come inside.

It was Yasmine, the S class DPS genius. This time, she had her blonde hair tied up in a bun.

"Can I stay here? Every other room is occupied and I really want some peace and quiet."

Atlan nodded. She walked up to him and leaned on the railing beside him. Atlan caught a whiff of her floral and sweet perfume. It was subtle, but with his enhanced senses, he smelled it clearly.
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Both of them stared out into the distance, with the view of the desolate Genesis City around them. They stayed silent and just enjoyed the moment.

Yasmine took a big breath and relaxed. After being bombarded by girls wanting to talk to her about some girly stuff and boys wanting to be 'friends' with her, Atlan's silence and indifference towards her was a welcome change. He didn't try to hit on her like every other guy in the party.

There were even some guys who tried to give her Venunum to try and get her defenses lowered, but she refused them. Canzers were supposed to be their eternal enemy, yet here they were letting it inject venom right into their veins. She would never let herself be injured by a Canzer, even if it was just a scratch; her pride wouldn't let her.

She was probably the only one in this place who wasn't intoxicated with losing their SoulTime.

But when she peeked at Atlan, she was surprised to see none on his body.

"You don't have any Venunum?"

Atlan looked at her and shook his head. "No. I don't want to lose my SoulTime. It seems like a waste."

"I agree one hundred percent." Yasmine faced him. It was only now that she noticed how tall he was. He was a head taller than her! And his body was well-built compared to others, with his muscles clearly showing in his green battle suit. Must be because of his Physique LifeSkill, she thought.

"Honestly, I wonder why I even went to this party. Even though I'm surrounded by other people, I don't feel like I belong." Yasmine sighed.

"I feel you. Unless they're mushrooms or worms, I don't feel like I belong too."

Yasmine stifled a laugh. "Ah, I remember now. You're from the Unclaimed Lands."

"Yup. And you're from a Metropolis overseas, right?"

Yasmine nodded. "My culture is very different from here. We prioritize strength over anything, so instead of partying, we had royal rumbles where everyone fought till exhaustion or unconsciousness to practice their skills.

It's a place where strength ruled supreme and everything could be settled with a fight."

"Hmmm…sounds like a miserable place full of suffering. I think I'm grateful to the Unclaimed Lands now."

She smiled. "That place honed my skills and sharpened my sword. Now, I'm determined to become the best Savior in the whole world and prove to them that I can become strong even without their training."

Yasmine then looked Atlan in the eyes. "But it seems I've moved away from them far too late. Their teachings have seeped into my very bones. I feel like I could understand someone better if they attacked me rather than if they had a conversation with me."

"True! I feel like I could understand Canzers better than people."

Yasmine covered her hand and laughed. I didn't know he's such a funny guy.

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