Grim Reaper in the Apocalypse: Reaping Immortals

Thalassios\' exaggerated shock gave Sola a scare.

"Did you tell him that Athena and Ares were both willing to sponsor him?"

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"Yeah, I told him. But he still didn\'t cave."

Thalassios paced back and forth, kicking gray sand with each stride. He couldn\'t help but bite his lips as he tried to think.

"Did you tell him that they would be willing to both bestow him with powers?"

This time, everyone else couldn\'t hide their shock. They knew firsthand how territorial and greedy the Olympian Gods were. One time, they blew up a whole mountain because those two gods were having a dispute about who owned that piece of territory. Instead of sharing, they destroyed it instead so that none of them would get it.

If they didn\'t want to share a mountain, they especially wouldn\'t want to share a hero.

The fact that they offered a joint sponsorship on Atlan meant that they truly valued his talent.

Thalassios paced back and forth, biting his lips till it bled.

If those stories about Atlan were true, then he\'s the perfect porter. We can\'t let Genesis City hog him, Thalassios thought to himself.

"...we need him…" In his desperation, he let out a mutter.

Sola seemed to be the only one who sensed the distress in his voice. She didn\'t understand it. Sure, they didn\'t have student-level porters back in Olympus City, but they still made do by having other speedy Saviors take on the job.

Was Atlan really that impressive?

What she didn\'t know was that Mount Olympus wasn\'t the only one eyeing the Star Porter of Genesis City.

There had been a lot of talk and gossip between the HeadQuarters of each Territory, and Atlan\'s name seemed to come up more often than not. Once they found out about his accomplishment as a porter, they wanted him all to themselves.

They regretted the fact that they passed up on the opportunity of recruiting him to their Territory when he first got drafted.

Mount Olympus was one of them. They thought that they didn\'t need to lower their standards by accepting only a B class talent from the Unclaimed Lands.

But as it turned out, they couldn\'t be more wrong. Judging from all of his accomplishments in the recent events, everyone was sure that their first assessment of him was wrong. He probably had an A class talent, or maybe even S class.

Every Territory near Genesis City was already making contact with their HeadQuarters about the possible trade or transfer of the Star Porter. Of course, their request was quickly denied.

They would have tried to subtly recruit Atlan like how Olympus did with Razer, but they didn\'t have somebody on the inside. Now, Genesis City became even stricter on their internal policies about spies, giving them no chance to underhandedly recruit Atlan.

"I don\'t even know why he\'s still a porter. He can become a damage-dealing Savior if he wants to," Razer said. The fact that Atlan could make him bleed meant that he could stand toe to toe against other \'geniuses\'.

"If I battled him, maybe he\'ll realize that fighting is more fun than being a porter."

Thalassios looked back at the dome of Genesis City out in the distance. "Don\'t worry. We\'ll return here soon enough. For now, we need to go back to Mount Olympus."

He wasn\'t giving up on the Star Porter. He was going to give Genesis City an offer they couldn\'t refuse. Of course, he would use the fact that three Olympians died on Genesis City grounds as a bargaining chip to ease the deal.

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Genesis City Church. This was a place where citizens praised and worshiped the God who gave them everything they wanted. You needed nothing but faith and piety to pray to the two-headed God.

The interior and exterior decorations were full of Gothic inspiration. And anywhere one looked, they would see images of peace and tranquility that gave the impression that this was a place of healing.

After all, this was a sanctuary where Saviors and normal people alike recovered their lost SoulTime to extend their lives.

Usually, a blessing from a nun or a priest would do the trick. But there were times when an injury was so severe that they needed more than a blessing.

Sometimes, they needed to regenerate from a single blood cell.

These unfortunate souls were moved to the Intensive Care Unit or the ICU.

And outside of this ICU, a group of people were clamoring in front of a group of soldiers. They tried to get past the barricade of guards, but their electric batons prevented the group from advancing any further.

"Why can\'t we see our sons? This is an outrage!"

"Don\'t you feel sorry for us? We just found out that our kids lost all of their SoulTime from an accident, and now you\'re preventing us from seeing them!"

"I visited the ICU before! Why are you blocking us now?"

These were the angry parents of the youthful Saviors who lost their lives because of the onslaught from the horse of Pseudo Canzers. All they wanted was to see their children, but the soldiers prevented them from even taking a peek at the windows. They blocked it from the inside.

"I\'m sorry. We can\'t. Orders from higher up."

The soldiers had no other response to the angry mob other than those words, which further incited outrage in the crowd. But the soldiers couldn\'t tell them anything even if they wanted to. They were told to barricade the ICU and nothing else.

Why?

That was because, inside the ICU, they wouldn\'t see the regenerating bodies of their children. They would only see rows and columns of mangled corpses propped up by hospital beds with no signs of life in their body. They were dead. Fully dead.

Nobody should see this. If they did, then they would know that their immortality was gone. Perhaps, that would incite a disaster worse than losing immortality itself.

Among these corpses was the Scout from Atlan\'s first mission. He didn\'t survive his injuries. They only told everyone that he was still recuperating from his injuries.

And further down the line, to the very back, there was one particular dead body that was alone.

If Atlan saw his face, he would recognize him.

It was Garuun, the Specialist Porter. He was dead.

This meant that Atlan was the only porter left in Genesis City.