Grim Reaper in the Apocalypse: Reaping Immortals

Chapter 110: Condensed silver

From his previous experiences, he knew that he'd get more experience and better odds of getting LifeSkills and Genuses if he participated in the death of a creature. It was better if he killed or assisted in a kill than simply reap the death of a creature without doing anything.

And this Canzer was no simple creature. It was a monster that was probably realms higher than the Student Realm, judging alone from the fact that Yasmine couldn't even burn its fur. Not only that, the Saviors that came in to rescue them were exuding strength that Atlan couldn't even fathom.

Reaping the death of this creature would surely bring untold rewards to Atlan.

But wouldn't it be better if he got more? If he could make it bleed a single drop, he guessed that his rewards would increase even more. The only problem with this was how he would do it.

Atlan knew that if he used just his strength, he might not even pierce through the colossal Canzer's skin. At that point, he didn't know that it would count as participation.

But he had something up his sleeve; he knew its weakness. If he used it against the Canzer, then he had a chance.

Silver would be its downfall. Atlan was sure it would work. He saw it firsthand when the silver bullet pierced through the Humanoid Wolf's chest.

He looked around with Thermal Vision and saw no one near him to witness this. He activated his Physique. Black flames erupted out of his skin and surrounded him with the blackness of space itself.

He felt his power multiply at least twice his original strength. He grabbed the ledge of the chariot and saw it bend to the shape of his fingers. Without much pressure, Atlan tore out a piece of the silver chariot and held it in his hands.

He knew that this wouldn't be enough so he kept on plucking chunks out of the silver chariot and onto his hand.

Once it had turned into a small mound, Atlan began the compression process.

With his other hand, he started to squeeze all of the silver chunks together with ease. Some of them bulged out, so he used his body to prevent them from turning into a flat shape. He needed a small pellet that could fit in his slingshot.

The silver shape got smaller and smaller as he increased the pressure, to the point that it almost fit the size of his palms. He used all of his strength to squeeze the element tighter until he couldn't push it any further. He cupped it in his hands and rolled it in his palms to smoothen out any hard edges.

He learned early on that pellets flew further, faster, and more accurately if they were made out of a uniform shape. The more spherical it was, the better he could control where it would hit.

Soon enough, he made a solid ball of silver smaller than an egg that fit perfectly in the palm of his hands.

Atlan jumped up the balconies and used it to climb up to the roof of the apartment building.

Up in the distance, he saw the edges of the walls of the city. The colossal Canzer used the top of the walls to try and prop itself up, but its back muscles and joints were much too damaged to gather strength in its body.

He put the silver pellet in his slingshot and aimed it up and toward the Canzer. His target was too far for him to gauge how to aim his pellet accurately. There were a lot of things he needed to consider: curve, power, and most importantly, wind resistance.

Taking a deep breath, Atlan stretched the bands to his shoulders and aimed them at the colossal Humanoid Wolf. He activated his Physique LifeSkill, allowing him to stretch the bands even further.

The bands glowed green as the power from his Physique transferred into potential energy.

Atlan wanted to use his Sniper LifeSkill, but it would be too obvious. Everyone would want to know where that explosion of bluish-green projectile came from, and it would be easy to trace it back to his location. But if he just used physical strength to launch this silver pellet, it would go unnoticed.

He let go of his grip and the silver pellet launched out of his slingshot instantly. It soared through the air, gaining height above the black clouds of the Remedium until finally coming back down at an even faster speed.

However, it didn't hit the Canzer as Atlan hoped. It went wide to the left and needed a little bit more power for it to reach its target.

The wind blows from the right…more power….curvature….speed

Atlan knew that he wouldn't be able to hit this shot from the start so he wasn't disappointed. Instead, he observed everything he saw about how it deviated from his original trajectory and figured out why that happened.

With all of those parameters in his head, Atlan knew that he had to counteract the wind by aiming toward the right and increasing more of his power by a little bit.

He knew how to hit his target.

Atlan jumped back down and immediately took more chunks out of the silver chariot. It didn't take long for him to create another silver pellet that was even more condensed than the previous one. He spent more time polishing it and making it more spherical to make sure that it wouldn't deviate like it did before.

But just as he finished his pellet, he suddenly heard screaming from all around him.

"Oh no! Run away before they catch you!"

He immediately used his Thermal Vision and saw that the surviving Saviors were suddenly running away from the Colosseum. Discover stories with m,v l-NovelBin.net

He looked at where they were running away from and noticed that more people entered the Pocket Remedium without him noticing. There were at least a hundred of these people, and they all had the heat signatures of normal humans.

From their uniform, Atlan figured out that they were regular soldiers, not Saviors.

The uniformed men ran through the streets with their batons ready. They tried to catch those who were running away.

"Stop now, delinquents. You are all in violation of the Genesis City code. No one is allowed to go inside the Remedium unless sanctioned by the HeadQuarters.

You are all under arrest."