Grim Reaper in the Apocalypse: Reaping Immortals

Atlan couldn't muster out any kind of strength in his Soul System. It was as if he was simply an ethereal spirit that could not interact with the physical world of the Soul System.

He could not even comprehend how some Saviors could crack the glass of the SoulTime. It seemed impossible.

"How do the veterans do this?"

"They start slowly, making their spiritual manifestation of their bodies in their Soul System as strong as possible. It takes a lot of self-focus and imagination to make your manifestation as strong as your real body. This takes most Saviors half a century.

Once that is done, they slowly crack the glass of their SoulTime. And they slowly grow that crack into a large enough hole where they can get some of the sands of Time. This usually takes anywhere between a century and a thousand years."

The normal way of acquiring this technique was simply impossible for Atlan to achieve in his current state. Unless he could stop time and practice for a thousand years, then he wouldn't be able to crack the glass in SoulTime.

"This warning may be useless, but you must be careful in creating a crack in your hourglass. If it is too large, then your SoulTime could leak out, losing years of your lifespan in just a few seconds."

Atlan kept trying to smash his hand on the hourglass, but it didn't even budge. It was as if he was an ant trying to create a hole in a metal. It was simply impossible.

"There's no other choice. I'm going to have to signal Ninth and the others to retreat and save you."

Carmine saw the situation as unwinnable. If they were simply dealing with the White Canzer, then Atlan still stood a chance. But the appearance of this Huntsman threw a wrench in their plans.

And now, it forced them to retreat and consider this mission a failure.

EEEEK! EEEEK! the boar cried.

Atlan refused to give up. He was only a few meters away from killing the boar and harvesting its heart.

This wasn't just about surviving. It was about his pride. He wanted to be the first Student-level Savior to be able to fight against a Specialist-level Canzer and survive.

Think, think! Atlan said to himself. I need to sacrifice my SoulTime to heal my body!

Just as he thought that, an idea popped up in his head.

Wait a minute…the hourglass is not the only source of the SoulTime for me…

At the dark expanse of his Soul System, he turned his head away from the giant hourglass and focused on the mutations of his body.

Specifically, he looked towards the one with a symbolization of a leaf with its stomata open.

This was his Photosynthesis mutation, which allowed him to gain a year of SoulTime for each second he spent in the sunlight.

The reason why he hadn't been using this mutation all the time was because it was very noticeable. Every time he activated this mutation, his skin opened up its pores and absorbed the sunlight just like how a plant would.

People who saw this change in his body would immediately know that he was using a mutation. But, he already decided that the mutation he obtained from the Vineyard was a Wing mutation. If people investigated him thoroughly, they would notice this discrepancy.

And with regards to Carmine and the camera in his battle suit, Atlan was sure that they could not see his body. If he did, then he would have noticed the white light surrounding his body when he overloaded his False Mutation.

Atlan closed his eyes and activated his mutation. He felt a tingly sensation all over his body as his pores opened up like giant stomata, absorbing the black sunlight of the Remedium.

[SoulTime]

—4550yrs : 116d : 12hrs : 54min : 34s

—4551yrs : 116d : 12hrs : 54min : 34s

—4552yrs : 116d : 12hrs : 54min : 34s

He immediately looked over at his Soul System and focused his attention on the hourglass.

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Just like he thought, there were golden grains of sand that were floating down from the depths of space and phasing over the glass.

"If I have the sands of time, how can I heal my body?"

"Don't worry about that right now," said Carmine. "We're doing our best to contact Ninth and her team to retreat and find you."

"No need. Just tell me how to heal my body with SoulTime."

Carmine went silent for a second. "What do you mean? We can't just leave you there! This is not the end. You guys may have failed this mission, but that doesn't mean that you can't tackle it another day. This is only a tactical retreat."

"Just tell me how!" Atlan screamed.

"....fine! You must use those grains of sand and carry it out of the Soul System and spread it all over your body. If your injury is just one part of your body, then you just spread it on the affected part.

But since your whole body is affected, then you must spread it all over your body."n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

The sands of time that his Photosynthesis mutation gathered floated from the darkness of his Soul System down towards the hourglass.

All Atlan had to do was scoop all those golden grains of sand in his hand and transfer it out into his body.

Atlan poured the equivalent of one year of SoulTime directly into his veins. He could feel the grains of sand circulating all over his body, being absorbed by his muscles and skeleton as they passed along it.

He spent the next minute gathering a total of 60 years of SoulTime and siphoning it towards his body directly.

Slowly, he felt the fatigue and pain in his body subside and was replaced by a newfound strength.

He spread the SoulTime evenly, except for one place. He gathered a lot of SoulTime near his shoulder blades, where his Angel Wings were supposed to be.

Because of that, he could finally use the False Mutation of his Angel Wings and move his body despite the tremendous weight of his battle suit.

"Hrnggg…" Atlan pushed his body up from a prone position to a kneeling one.

Then, with one last push from the ground, he finally stood up on his own two feet.

"HOW?!?! DON'T TELL ME YOU WERE ABLE TO CRACK THE HOURGLASS!"

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