Grim Reaper in the Apocalypse: Reaping Immortals

Chapter 86: Continue the track

As soon as the blinders got taken off, the Canzer mount immediately shook its head and roared continuously, as if it was letting out all of its frustrations from being enslaved.

For other people, they could only hear a simple howl like that of an animal, but for Atlan, he heard a completely different thing.

'We long…to belong....We long…to belong...We long…to belong…'

For some reason, the Canzer was repeating those words with zealous intensity. He thought that it would get angry and try to kill the human who tried to enslave it, but instead, it was repeating this strange phrase without any regard for the humans around it. It didn't even try to get out of the reins constraining it to the chariot.

Atlan could understand the words, but he didn't know what they were saying. Without any context, he wouldn't be able to understand what it meant.

Does this have anything to do with the strange disturbance behind us?

If he understood what they were saying, perhaps he'd know what these Canzers were planning.

"Look out! It's a curve!" One of the Olympians looked ahead and saw that there was a sharp bend in front of them.

If they missed this curve, then they would plummet down a cliff with only concrete roof tiles to slow down their fall. This wasn't as easy as the curves from before and had no lamp posts to pivot around.

All of the competitors commanded their mounts to slow down and follow the curve. Unfortunately for the girl, she didn't have any control of her steed because it didn't have its blinders on.

"I can't control it!" she shouted in panic.

Her monstrous Horse Canzer was neighing and shaking its head vigorously as if there was something wrong with its brain. It couldn't see that they were heading straight for the steel railing!

"Quit the competition!" one of the Olympians warned her.

The only way to save her from this predicament was to forfeit the competition. That way, the Canzer would be frozen in place and the chariot wouldn't have to crash tens of meters down the cliff.

No matter how much she still wanted to compete, the girl knew that without the blinders, she wouldn't be able to control her steed. She would have to leave it up to her other teammates to make sure that the Olympians won this competition.

"I quit!" she shouted.

But unfortunately for her, the Pocket Remedium didn't seem to hear her.

"I forfeit! I quit!...why isn't it stopping?!?!"

No one could explain why the Pseudo Canzer wasn't freezing. This was supposed to be the foundational safety mechanism of a Pocket Remedium. This was what assured the Saviors that they would be able to practice fighting against Pseudo Canzers safely without having to worry about things going too far.

The implications of this were nothing more than disastrous. The Pseudo Canzer wouldn't stop even if the Savior practicing with it was fatally wounded. It would continue to fight the Savior, whittling down his SoulTime near zero.

But they couldn't think about the long-term implications of this. They had to worry about it right now.

The girl's chaotic Canzer pulled her chariot towards the right–towards the cliff!

And since Atlan's chariot was right next to hers, his was also pulled towards the railing.

Their chariots rumbled, with her steel frame rubbing against his wooden chariot. His wheels splintered bit by bit.

If this continued, then they would both tumble over the railing and fall into the cliff. And with Atlan's wooden chariot, it would surely break into pieces upon crashing.

"Gahh! Don't worry Porter! We'll help you!"

Thankfully, the two Genesians pulled up right beside Atlan and pushed his chariot back to the left, guiding them into the curve and preventing them from falling off the cliff.

Atlan nodded towards the two to signal his thanks.

Then, he turned towards the girl Olympian. She was in distress. She kept trying to shout towards her Pseudo Canzer, but no matter what, it wouldn't freeze in place.

Atlan had no choice but to go over to her chariot and shake her out of her stupor.

"Get a hold of yourself!" He then picked her up from her legs and threw her over to her Olympian teammates. "Catch!"

The Olympians were alarmed when they suddenly saw their teammates being thrown towards them while their chariots were running at full speed. Thankfully, one of them was able to catch her safely.

"Now do you guys see the problem?!" Atlan said.

They witnessed first-hand how the Canzer defied the laws of the Pocket Remedium. It wasn't hard to guess that their mounts would also lose control and refuse to freeze once its blinders were taken off.

At this point, they were no longer thinking about the competition. This problem was far too disconcerting. They finally made way for Atlan and the other two Genesians to advance and move closer to them.

"What are we going to do?" the guy with the hammer said.

"We should go back and report this to HeadQuarters," answered one of the Genesians.

"Then I think we should go back to the colosseum immediately."

"Yeah. I don't like this."

Most of the group decided that it would be better to turn back immediately. But Atlan disagreed. He still felt the subtle rumbling from behind. He had a feeling that there was trouble coming towards them and it was coming towards them fast. And if they went back now, then they would only go head to head with whatever was running after them.

"No. We should continue running the track."

"Why? It's better if we return now and escape the Pocket Remedium."

Atlan didn't know how to explain the feeling he was getting from behind them. Read exclusive adventures at m_v-l'-NovelFire

But just then, they all finally felt the ground beneath their chariots trembling. This wasn't an earthquake, it felt like there was a stampede behind them.

Fortunately and unfortunately, Atlan didn't have to explain to them why going back was a bad idea.

They all looked back and were horrified to see thousands of rabid Horse Pseudo Canzers running towards them at full speed.