Grim Reaper in the Apocalypse: Reaping Immortals

Atlan was very tempted to say yes to their offer right now. It was the only reward that he knew that could help him right this instant.

If he knew how to 'master' all of his mutations, then he could upgrade his strength to a whole new level.

And just as he was about to say something, Lizzie stopped him.

"That is not nearly enough! If you want him to risk his SoulTime in a Specialist-level mission, then you'd better take everything out of your coffers and give it to Atlan.

First, instead of giving him 1000 years of SoulTime, you give him 5000! And you must give it to him right now so that he won't die with just one hit from the Specialist Canzers.

Second, instead of 5000 experience points, you give him 10,000! That is only a very conservative estimate of the amount of experience he should gain from partaking in this mission.

Third, learning about mutation mastery shouldn't even be a reward. It should be a necessary training process that you should give Atlan so that we can assure his safety. I'm going to teach him everything there is to know about mutation, and I am doing this out of my own goodwill.

Fourth, his equipment. You seriously can't expect him to go there without proper defensive armor, right? We need to commission a special battle suit for him, one that Carmine himself will build. It must have capabilities that can deter an attack from any Specialist Sapient Canzer for at least a few seconds!"

Seeing that he was name-dropped in the conversation, Carmine spoke up. "It's not that easy procuring a Specialist-level battle suit. Not to mention the fact that we are not used to creating that kind of battle suit for a novice, but the time to create a battle suit in itself will take days, if not weeks even in a rush!

You are also forgetting the fact that we'll need Specialist Canzer materials to create the battle suit you're talking about. We are severely lacking in materials right now and cannot afford to waste some on a battle suit meant for a novice—"

Carmine was going to keep on rejecting the idea of a special battle suit for the Star Porter, but Lizzie's piercing stare made the words stuck in his mouth.

"You were saying?" Lizzie said, with her eyes as deadly as Specialist-level Canzers.

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A nonexistent cold breeze made Carmine shiver in fear. He quickly backtracked his words earlier. "I'm saying that I will be honored to create a battle suit for Atlan…"

But even with his optimistic words, Lizzie's death stare didn't end.

"I will personally use materials out of my collection to create the battle suit…," he relented.

Are you happy now, witch?! Carmine thought to himself.

But even with that, she seemed to have sensed the hostility in his thoughts. "You want to say something else? Because I'm not done."

"No, go ahead please…" Carmine bowed his head and let her continue her tirade.

"Fifth, if any kind of anomaly happens, then Ninth and her team should prioritize his safety above everything else.

If he is the only one that can do this mission, as you all said yourselves, then that means it is only appropriate for you to fulfill all the conditions I have stated."

Atlan looked at Lizzie and saw her in a completely different light. He didn't know she could burst out like this. She didn't hesitate to call out the Elder Heads even though they were the main authority in the entire City. She fought for Atlan to get everything he deserved and even more!

She was a true friend who cared for his safety above everything else. Even if Atlan revealed his true strength to Lizzie, he had a feeling that she would still be overprotective towards him.

That's how much she cared for Atlan.

"Give us a moment," said the bearded old man as he convened with the others.

As usual, nobody could hear their conversations—except for Atlan.

"What are your thoughts?" asked the bearded old man.

"The rewards are nothing to scoff at, but it is just at the limit of what we can afford. The SoulTime and experience are easy, but the specialist-level battle suit will seriously hurt our treasury, especially since it will be built in such a rush," replied the bald man. Discover exclusive content at empire

"I agree, but, material can always be earned. There is only one Star Porter in the entire world. We can't skimp out on his safety just because we're going to lose a few materials."

"So, we are all in agreement, then?" asked the bearded old man.

Seeing that no one objected, they finished their 'secret' conversation and faced the table once again.

"We accept your proposal. Carmine, you will personally build a new battle suit for the Star Porter while your team creates the construct. The battle suit must be worn and ready in two hours. That is an order."

Carmine bowed his head, but on the inside, he was distressed. Two hours to create a new battle suit was a hard task that even he was not confident in achieving. One small mistake would ruin the entire battle suit. This means he'd have to create it on his first try.

What did I do to deserve this?! He complained to himself.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

"Ninth, you and your team must prepare for your mission as soon as possible. Your job is to escort Atlan to the Church's basement and protect him from any Sapient Canzer that might try to destroy the construct in his hands."

Ninth and her team bowed to the Elder Heads. They couldn't hide their excitement. "We will not disappoint you a second time."

"Elizabeth," the bearded old man said to Lizzie. "As you suggested earlier, you will be the one to teach the young Porter about mastery of a mutation. We trust that you'll be able to shore up his lack of knowledge fast enough for it to be usable in this mission."

"You can count on me. If he's not ready, I'll drag him away from the City myself."

But just as everybody was preparing to leave the meeting, Atlan raised his hand and spoke up.

"Wait. I have one more request."