Grim Reaper in the Apocalypse: Reaping Immortals

"What are you doing?! Dodge it!" screamed Carmine through the radio.

Instead of positioning himself to have the least amount of body area to reduce the damage, Atlan did the unthinkable. He opened up his body and accepted the powered arrows.

His arms were wide open as if he was welcoming the arrival of a cherished friend. But these arrows were no ally. They were designed to kill him with the most amount of damage possible as punishment for leaving the game grounds. The Huntsman held nothing back and unleashed the full force of his arrows.

After all, he designed this game to test the human's ability. Atlan was doing great all this while, showing off his strange predictive ability, which the Huntsman greatly appreciated. The Huntsman wanted to know how Atlan was doing it, so it kept pushing Atlan into revealing more of his powers.

However, for some unknown reason, Atlan didn't try to dodge this time around. He even seemed to welcome it as if it weren't trying to actively kill him.

'Is the human trying to tell me that my arrows are ineffective?'

The Huntsman wasn't supposed to control the arrows further once they had flown toward Atlan. But because it was offended by Atlan's confidence, it commanded the arrows to all fly towards his chest.

Atlan gave out an imperceptible smile.

Just as he was about to get hit by the arrows, he increased the output of his False Mutation, enveloping himself with more and more Angle Power. He had never tried this before because it would create an imbalance around his powers.

He had to make sure that his False Mutation wasn't manifesting too strongly because it could cause his real mutation to come out. It would have been okay if he was alone, but Carmine was always watching him right now.

He didn't know if they could see it or not, but even if they couldn't, Atlan didn't want to show his trump card so soon.

The Huntsman was an intelligent creature. It would surely target him much more seriously if it figured out that Atlan was an actual threat. After all, he had the bloodline of the Angels. Even if he was only in the Student realm, he posed an actual threat that could not be ignored.

That was the reason why he hadn't tried to overload his False Mutation to move faster. He didn't want to accidentally summon his real wings.

But now, he was willing to take the risk. He was going to summon his Angel Wings if he failed this, either way. So, he was going to risk it all and overload it right now.

His entire body almost glowed in a white light. If one looked closely, there was a very thin white line surrounding his whole physique. Thankfully, the battle suit wasn't included, so Carmine could only see a slightly increased saturation in the video quality.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

The arrows numbering above ten, all hit Atlan on his chest.

Carmine subconsciously closed his eyes, waiting for the inevitable explosion followed by an intense shockwave and wind that would knock Atlan out into the open waters.

However, after another second, nothing happened. Carmine opened his eyes and saw an incredulous sight.

Atlan's face contorted into one of concentration as he held the arrows at bay just a few inches away from his chest. They all blinked in different lights, an indication of their magical powers about to burst. However, nothing happened. No matter how much the powers tried to explode in the arrow, there seemed to be some invisible power keeping it at bay.

From everybody's perspective aside from Atlan, nothing was keeping the arrows from hitting his battle suit.

But if they were able to peer through the different dimensions, they would be able to see an extension of Atlan's hand as an amalgam collection of Angel power. It was holding the Huntsman's magic from exploding into different elements.

After all, Angel power was the very weakness of Canzers. Therefore, even if Atlan's power was extremely low compared to that of the Huntsman, he was still able to suppress it in his hands.

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'How is he doing this…'

"How are you doing this?!"

Atlan stayed silent. He wouldn't explain to them how he accomplished this even if he wanted to. He was too busy concentrating on balancing the Angel power in his body.

"Kuukkk!"

Atlan could feel the arrows trying to pierce themselves through the Angel power and towards his battle suit. The lights on the tip of the arrows blinked in quick succession, signaling that they were only moments away from exploding.

He had to increase the Angle power in his body.

Finally, he was able to suppress the arrows for now, forcing them just an inch away from his chest.

But he wasn't concentrating on this small victory. Increasing the Angle power in his body came at a cost.

He could feel a warm sensation flowing through his veins, making him feel very powerful and in control of the Huntsman's game. It was intoxicating. This was the first time he felt like he could beat the Canzer itself.

If he could just unleash his Angel Wings, maybe—just maybe—-he would be able to kill a Specialist Canzer all by himself.

No! Atlan warned himself. The Canzer has yet to show its full power. I'd be an idiot if I revealed all my cards now.

If he wasn't careful, he could accidentally unleash all the Angle power in his body and manifest his Angel Wings in reality.

He had to focus on the task at hand: catching the boar by winning the Huntsman's game.

Atlan released all the useless thoughts in his brain and followed his original plan.

Now that he had all the powered arrows in his hands, he could finally use them to his advantage. First, he coated his entire fist with Angel power and took out one of the green-glowing arrows just an inch away from his chest.

He then moved them over to his back, making sure that it was pointed away from him.

Once it was placed in the right direction, Atlan let go of the arrow and the Angel power suppressed it.

The arrow exploded into a huge gust of wind that boosted Atlan diagonally upwards.