Grim Reaper in the Apocalypse: Reaping Immortals

The chubby man and the woman both looked on at Atlan with a nervous expression. Of course, they didn't believe that Atlan actually had a hundred thousand years in his Soul Time. That would be absurd.

However, Atlan had a casual and confident attitude within him that the two of them couldn't understand. It was as if he truly had that much Soul Time in his body. It was as if he wasn't lying about it.

After all, why then would he voluntarily let the soldiers verify the Soul Time in his body? If he was lying, then he wouldn't want others to check and see that he was lying.

Which meant only one thing for the two of them: they were probably in trouble. They were 99 percent sure that Atlan was simply just lying out of his mouth. However, that remaining 1 percent truly scared the chubby man and the woman.

In the lowest of odds that Atlan truly has the amount of Soul Time that he said he had, then that meant that they had offended someone they shouldn't have offended.

After all, having a hundred thousand years on his Soul Time meant that he was part of the upper one percent of people in the City who had tremendous amounts of Soul Time. He was a part of that upper echelon that they couldn't even touch the toes of.

Finally, the soldiers took out a thermometer-like object and poked it onto Atlan's wrist.

Atlan felt the underlying mechanism of the object and felt its powers trying to probe his Soul System and take a look at his Soul Time.

If he didn't do anything, then the probe would quickly find out that his body had no Soul System at all. It was just a collection of death energy that seemed to destroy everything in its path. Enjoy new chapters from My Virtual Library Empire

So, Atlan had to command the death energy in his body to act like a different structure. Then, he closed his eyes and focused on his surroundings, feeling all the life energy just floating around in the air.

He quickly absorbed everything that he could see and feel, allocating enough Soul Time in his body.

Slowly, the object began to take a reading at Atlan's Soul Time.

The number on the screen went from one year, to ten years, to a hundred years, to a thousand years, and finally, a hundred years.

Everyone couldn't believe their eyes. The soldier even almost dropped the object onto the ground from his shock. Just like the woman and the chubby man, he also thought that Atlan was just exaggerating what he had. He would have never thought that Atlan actually did have a hundred thousand Soul Time in his body!

"Hukk!"

"A hun…hun…hundred thousand years…"

The woman felt her knees go weak, letting herself fall onto the floor. It was as if her reality had shattered. She thought that she was finally part of the small group of people in the City with power in their hands. She thought she was special because she had a lot more Soul Time than the normal person.

But upon encountering Atlan, she quickly realized that she was nothing more than an above-average being.

Her most prideful Soul Time was like nothing more than a small drop in front of an ocean. It made her feel extremely small.

The chubby man couldn't believe his unluckiness as well. After all, he finally realized that he should have tried to curry favor with Atlan from the very beginning. If he hadn't judged Atlan from the beginning, then he could have been the one helping Atlan buy the houses he wanted, earning him a lot of commission.

However, it was too late now. Atlan had already shown his disdain for the two of them.

"Sir… I didn't… I didn't know that you were of such great importance…" the woman went on her knees. "Please forgive me for my actions!" she said, putting her head on the ground.

The chubby man did the same as well, asking Atlan for his forgiveness in the small chance that he would someday want his help in buying a house.

"Please forgive our rudeness!"

But Atlan didn't want to deal with them anymore.

"Get out of my sight," he said to them.

The woman and the chubby man both hurried away from the neighborhood, glad that this incident only ended with nothing but a lecture. If Atlan had truly wanted them to suffer, he could have simply made their lives a lot worse by paying Soul Time to others and harassing them in their everyday lives. He could even pay Soul Time to the soldiers to have them arrested.

With the two of them gone, the neighborhood had gotten a lot quieter. The soldiers also bid their peace to Atlan and Lizzie, leaving just the two of them alone.

"Atlan…" Lizzie said, looking up at the young man.

Unlike most people, she knew the truth of what happened in the church. She knew that Atlan and Ninth were tasked to save the church from a hostage situation.

Unfortunately, it seemed that they had both failed and succeeded in the mission.

After all, everyone thought that if the church exploded, then the whole city would go with it. But somehow, they were able to prevent the destruction of the entire city and only limited it to the church.

So, it wasn't a failure, but it wasn't a success as well.

But Lizzie didn't care about any of that. She just looked at Atlan with her eyes slowly getting teary-eyed.

"I'm glad you're okay," she said, before running to his arms and embracing him with all of her body.

She was deathly worried for him for the whole entirety of the mission. She almost had a heart attack when she heard Carmine say that they lost communications with Atlan's battle suit. She thought something wrong had happened to him.

She had to be restrained by other Saviors or else she would have braved the Remedium and tried to search for Atlan.

And now, he was finally back in his life. She was more than glad. Even if immortality was gone, she didn't care. Atlan was back.