Grim Reaper in the Apocalypse: Reaping Immortals

Atlan didn't need Carmine's warning; the arrow's terrifying pressure and aura were enough to make him know that this was no ordinary attack.

It wasn't like before when it was only chasing the heart. This time, its only objective was to destroy him.

He immediately jumped backward, hoping that he would be able to lessen the impact of the arrow. But he knew that it wasn't enough. The electric and magma power imbued into the arrow was not something that could be lessened by simply physical means. He had to fight it using supernatural powers.

He had no other choice but to overload his False Mutation once again. It was the only way he was going to suppress the powers hidden inside that arrow.

If he couldn't, then not only would his battle suit get brought down to only three layers, but he would also get knocked unconscious for minutes at a time.

By the time he would wake up, the boar's heart would be destroyed and the Huntsman would be staring at him right in the eyes.

As he concentrated and tapped the Angel genus in his Soul System, his whole body was coated in a power equivalent to what the wing mutation would have given him.

He felt intoxicated by the powers once again. He knew that this was enough to at least suppress the arrow's supernatural force from knocking him out completely.

However, just as he was powering up his False Mutation, he found himself falling short of the power that he needed. It was as if the gas was empty on his machine.

And instead of feeling the power, the aching pain from before returned and made him completely feel as if he couldn't even stand up.

This was the complete opposite of what he wanted.

He was at his lowest.

Unfortunately for him, the arrow was indiscriminate in its attack. It continued on its trajectory headed straight for his chest.

If it wasn't going to get the boar's heart, then it would get Atlan's instead.

Think! Think!

The very reason why he couldn't muster out any kind of power was because his body was still exhausted from the previous time he overloaded his False Mutation. It still wasn't healed completely.

That's it!

Atlan rejoiced to himself.

I just need to heal my body with more SoulTime.

Unfortunately, he couldn't use his photosynthesis mutation while in action. He had to be completely still, just like how a plant would act under the sun.

Wait! The Photosynthesis mutation! I need to activate its False Mutation!

If he was able to do that, then he'd be able to supply his body with SoulTime without any concentration. It would give him enough strength to use his Angel power to stop the arrow.

Unfortunately, the only way to activate a False Mutation was to increase its mastery.

And to increase its mastery, he needed to win a battle using only his mutation.

Haha! It's not over yet!

Atlan rejoiced.

He looked down at his Soul System and towards his Photosynthesis mutation. It was symbolized by a leaf with its stomata open wide.

When I killed the boar, the only thing I used was my Photosynthesis mutation. I wouldn't have been able to walk towards it if I hadn't healed my body with SoulTime.

Technically, he won a fight against the boar without using any of his LifeSkills, only his mutation.

He hoped that it was enough grounds to consider it as a proper victory.

He concentrated and commanded the blue wisps of experience to revolve around the giant leaf.

At first, the mutation rejected any kind of advances by the blue wisps.

But Atlan already knew the secret of how to put experience into his mutation.

It was a memory he would never forget.

He closed his eyes and remembered that moment with Lizzie, where her lips locked onto his.

The memory was enough to increase Atlan's temperature by a large margin. It was enough to boil the sweat off his skin.

And due to the heat of that moment, the blue wisps of experience suddenly melted into a liquid paste.

This liquid then splashed itself towards the photosynthesis mutation. This time, the leaf fully accepted the experience, soaking all the essences of the blue wisps and leaving nothing behind.

— (7-star) Photosynthesis

——— 5% mastery

— (10-star) Dimensional Lightspeed Angel Wings

——— 5% mastery

All of this happened within fractions of a second. Everything that happened in the Soul System was a single firing of a neuron in Atlan's brain, barely taking up any time.

And because of that, Atlan felt a newfound strength in his body. It felt cool. It felt…green.

Just like how his body was enveloped in Angel power when he used the False Mutation of his Wings, this time, his whole body was enveloped by the energy of nature.

If one looked closely, his whole body was lined with a green light.

He felt his body getting healed with each fraction of a second that passed.

His normal mutation yielded him a year of SoulTime with each second. The False Mutation, on the other hand, only yielded a month of SoulTime.

But that was enough. He used all the sands of time the False Mutation gathered passively, directly into his back, near his shoulder blades.

Once it was constantly supplied with SoulTime, Atlan finally found the energy to use the False Mutation of his Angel Wings.

One of the perks of the False Mutation was the fact that he could use multiple of them at the same time without any worries!

TRKKKKK!

Just as Atlan was about to envelop himself with Angel power, the arrow already arrived right in front of his chest, piercing through the chitinous armor like it was nothing.

Immediately, a few of his ribs broke. But he didn't care.

He enveloped himself with Angel Power and grabbed the arrow with all his might.

He tried to push it away, but it was too strong. It continued to destroy his armor, cracking it into nothing but smithereens.

He changed his tactic. He pushed the arrow away from him instead, creating a fissured crack going from his chest towards his ribs.

He used all the Angel power to push it until, finally, it scraped by his side and shot outwards and away from Atlan.

The momentum of everything sent him flying until his back collided with a tree.

He coughed up blood.

He was injured, but he survived.

Just then, when he thought everything was over, the arrow suddenly materialized right in front of him and pierced downwards.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

He tried to protect himself once again, but this time, it wasn't headed for him.

It was headed for the boar's heart.

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