Grim Reaper in the Apocalypse: Reaping Immortals

Chapter 124: What’s a school?

"You want to learn more about what Operators do? What a breath of fresh air. Most Vanguards, scratch that, all Vanguards don't think it's worth their time to know about their counterpart at all."

"I'm just curious about how those constructs work. From what I saw, they always seem to be made of different materials and shapes."

Pterina was very impressed that their Star Porter appreciated the work of the Operators. Most people just ignore Quills and focus on killing Canzers because they think that it's much more honorable than diagnosing symptoms from the comfort of their own homes.

They didn't know the hard work the Operators did behind the scenes.

"Although I am an Operator, my knowledge on the subject of Canzers is very shallow—only on the surface level. But if you want an in-depth explanation of how constructs work, then I suggest you sit in one of the classes in our University."

"University?" Atlan didn't even know that word.

"Oh, I forgot you're from the Unclaimed Lands. Operators like us pride ourselves on our knowledge. We believe that what we learn is our best bet in eradicating Canzers once and for all.

'The Quill is mightier than the sword,' as they say.

So, after we get drafted and get our LifeSkills, we don't stop learning. We graduate from our school and onto a University where we can learn more about jobs. For me, I learned journalism and other Inquisitor-related subjects but all of us are required to take at least one Canzer-related class.

Even Specialist Operators still go to classes, learn, and research as much as they can to further their knowledge."

Atlan never knew that Operators went through this 'school' even during their adolescence.

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"What's this 'school' like?"

"It's a nice institution where you can learn and socialize at the same time. They teach you not just book knowledge, but also how to become a person. It's where relationships and friendships are born."

All the knowledge that Atlan learned throughout his life was through absorbing everything he heard from others. No one taught him anything. Nobody could. After all, the Unclaimed Lands were not that forgiving.

"It's quite different for Vanguards like you. Knives go through fighting schools and dojos to learn the basics. But after they get drafted and earn their LifeSkills, they graduate and stop going to school. They start their training in the Remedium and get better from there."

That's why I haven't seen this 'school' before. Turns out everybody had already 'graduated'.

"Can I go to this University?"

"Yes…wait." Pterina thought for a second and changed her mind. "Maybe it's not such a good idea right now. As you might not know, tensions are high between the two specialties because of these incidents, so they might not welcome a Knife in their class.

But if you want to go, then you can. Just make sure to bring someone with you so that they can vouch for you."

Atlan wanted to go to this University and learn more about Canzers. He looked at Pterina and asked,

"Can you go with me?"

Pterina smiled and nodded. "Of course I can, but not right now. I have a lot on my plate. I haven't even interrogated half of all the delinquents in our custody."

"That's fine with me."

With nothing else, Pterina said goodbye to Atlan and planned their visit to the University at a later date.

Atlan stood by the door and looked out into the distant Savior HeadQuarters.

It was time to visit the Vineyard.

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Out in the gray, hot sands of the Unclaimed Lands, there was a group of people standing and looking out into the distance. They were wearing white tunics with green sashes pinned from their shoulders down to their waists.

On the horizon, they saw a long carriage driving with ease through the mounds of gray sand.

Razer, Sola, and the rest of the surviving Olympians were waiting for their escort back to their home, Mount Olympus. They were forced to cancel their visit to the other parts of the world after that disaster with the Pocket Dimension.

A while later, the carriage finally stopped right next to the Olympians.

Their vehicle was a large white and gold chariot that was modified to make the travel through the Unclaimed Lands as comfortable as possible for its passengers. It was big enough for them to all have their sleeping quarters inside.

The door opened and a man with the same white tunic and green sash came outside. This man had a very pale skin tone and he wore dark round glasses that covered his eyes and eyebrows completely.

"Greetings, senior brother."

"Greetings, senior brother."

The Olympians greeted the older man with respect.

Sola held her head down and kept quiet. She was ashamed. They were supposed to win the whole competition and show everyone the superiority of the Olympians, but instead, they would come home with three vials of blood from their fallen comrades.

She dreaded it, but she knew that she had to say something. She readied herself to be berated and lectured for their pathetic performances. At this point, one year of training in Tartarus would be a merciful punishment.

"Senior brother Thalassios. I'm embarrassed to report to you that we have failed to bring home victory."

Sola jumped when she felt a hand grip her shoulders.

"Whatever."

Whatever?

Sola looked up to see a carefree expression on his face. It was as if he didn't care about the result of their failure at all. It was uncharacteristic of him to be so nonchalant.

Thalassios ignored Sola and went over to Razer. "Did he join?"

Razer expected to hear the disappointment in his voice but heard nothing but hopeful optimism.

This question perplexed not only him but everybody else too.

Thalassios shook his head. "Tsk. I'm asking if you succeeded in recruiting that porter."

Sola couldn't hide her shock when she heard that. Instead of worrying about the damaged pride of Mount Olympus, Thalassios was concerned about whether they recruited Atlan or not.

"You recruited him, right?"