Grim Reaper in the Apocalypse: Reaping Immortals

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The two of them spent a few minutes in a quiet embrace. They didn't talk and just let the moment pass with just the two of them alone.

If it was before, then Lizzie would be far too embarrassed to do this out in public. There were a couple of passers-by giving them strange looks and chuckling to themselves, teasing the two of them to 'get a room'.

But Lizzie ignored them. After finding out that the world had gone out of order and that everything she knew could soon disappear from her sight, things like embarrassment were nothing to worry about.

Finally, she broke the silence by asking Atlan the question that had been bugging her and everyone else in the HeadQuarters.

"What happened in the mission?" she asked him.

If it was before, then Atlan would have told her some kind of excuse so that she wouldn't know about his secret. But Atlan changed. He had seen what was out there in the stars and knew that there was no point in hiding his powers any longer.

"I am not what you think I am," he said to her. "From the very beginning, after I underwent my awakening, I experienced something that none had ever experienced before."

Atlan took a deep breath. "I killed the God of Death and took his place…"

He then began to tell her everything that he had been hiding from her this entire time. He told her how he became stronger each time he witnessed death and how he obtained angel power after he witnessed the extinction of the angels.

Lizzie listened to him with an indiscernible expression. But she didn't interrupt him. She let him explain everything without saying anything.

He also told her about their exploits in the mission, and how everything had been going as planned right up until the Magical Queen sent a raven to the church and started the explosion.

He told her that because of that explosion, he was able to transcend into the next plane of strength, lower only to the Gods.

Lizzie, upon hearing the whole truth come out of Atlan's mouth, couldn't even utter a single word from hers.

She didn't know what to say. Just the fact that he had multiple SSS+ class LifeSkills was enough to shake her whole foundation of reality. But then, he also talked about Canzers and their society, he talked about death, and he even talked about how he was immortal since his Soul Time was forever going upwards by the second.

She finally understood how he could so casually buy an entire upper-class neighborhood without even batting a single eyelid.

"Can… can I see your Soul Time?" she asked him.

Atlan raised his wrist and showed her everything.

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"So… you're practically immortal because of this… because you're absorbing all the death around you…"

"That's right," he said.

Lizzie touched her forehead and felt a little bit woozy. "Sorry, that's too much information to take in. Can you escort me back to my place?" she asked him.

Atlan, being the gentleman that he was, put her arms around his shoulder and guided her back to her house.

As he got inside, he immediately noticed the quaint interior of Lizzie's house. There were all sorts of cat decorations in her furniture, and even a large-sized cat obstacle course running through the walls, presumably not just decoration but a training module for her.

He escorted her to bed and laid her down, with her cheeks flushed and her forehead sweating.

Atlan used his eyes to sense the life energy inside her body. Thankfully enough, she wasn't emitting a large amount of death energy for him to be concerned about.

And even if he did see those signs, he could have easily reversed them himself.

Lizzie wasn't sick, she was just overwhelmed by everything she learned about Atlan. With a little bit of sleep, she would be okay.

Atlan tucked her into bed and slowly walked out the door. But before he could leave completely, Lizzie opened her mouth and uttered a few words for him.

"I'm… glad you're still the same old Atlan that I liked…" she said.

He could only chuckle at her words. Even though everything she knew about him turned out to be just a facade, she wasn't mad at him. She looked like she understood why he had to keep it a secret. She just didn't think that the secret he hid was a world-breaking fact that involved even the gods themselves.

"Recover well, my Lizzie," he said to her before walking out her door.

Atlan slowly walked out of Lizzie's house with a casual attitude. He even tidied some of her mess in the living room before he walked out the door.

Then, as he stepped foot outside, he suddenly stopped. He looked up at the skies and talked to someone that wasn't there.

"There's no need for any violence," Atlan said to the air. "I don't want Lizzie's front porch to be painted with blood."

Just as he said that, the air above him suddenly shimmered and revealed an entire armada of floating Saviors, each with their weapons at the ready.

Carmine was one of them, and he slowly approached Atlan.

"I'm sorry about this, Atlan. But we have to take you in," he said.

Atlan knew that this would happen eventually. He was even surprised that they let an entire day pass before they took him in.

"I'm not going to resist," Atlan said. "There was no need to bring in so much reinforcement," he said, pointing to the floating Saviors above his head ready to attack at a moment's notice.

"It's not my fault," Carmine apologized. "There are a lot of important people who wish to know why the mission failed. Ninth and her team refused to talk, no matter how much we forced them to. It seems like they were protecting something. Was it you they were trying to protect by keeping their silence?"

Atlan didn't answer.

But in truth, that was not the reason why Ninth and her team refused to speak.

They didn't do it to protect Ataln. They did it to protect the City after knowing what Atlan's powers could do.