Grim Reaper in the Apocalypse: Reaping Immortals

The emergency room went silent with the Elder Heads' decision. Never in a million years would Carmine and Ninth think that a 3rd stage Novice with only 2 missions under his name and who had only been a Savior for a measly 2 weeks was chosen to helm this extremely important mission.

It was no exaggeration to say that the result of this mission could spell the doom of the entire Genesis City and the humans within it. Just one mistake, one wrong move, and the Ifrit would explode.

Putting that kind of responsibility on a kid was highly irresponsible.

The Specialist Saviors couldn't close their dropped jaws. They couldn't even utter a guttural sound to display their disapproval of this decision.

The Elder Heads made a decision, and no one, not even Specialist Saviors, could veto their words. Even if they were 5000 years old, they would still seem like kids to the Elder Heads.

The wisdom they accumulated from their long life supported this decision. This meant that, in all likelihood, their decision was the right one in this kind of situation. However, Ninth and Carmine couldn't help but doubt that.

Despite their disapproval, they couldn't speak their words.

"NO!" Lizzie screamed. Her voice broke the silence in the white expanse of the emergency room.

She looked at the white-haired old men and women opposite her with indignance in her eyes.

She didn't care if they were the Elder Heads. She was going to protect Atlan even if it meant that she had to fight against the very highest authority in the City.

"How can you put this responsibility on a mere child?!" She looked at Ninth in desperation. "You said you knew some Intern Saviors, right? Why can't we give the mission to them?"

Ninth was silent. She looked at the Elder Heads and saw that they were unfazed by Lizzie's outburst. They took her words seriously.

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The bearded old man spoke. "It must be done. This is a job that only the Star Porter can do."Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Lizzie couldn't believe their excuse. Atlan's talent may transcend levels above his own, but it was not enough to fight in the big leagues. This was rated at the Specialist-level difficulty for a reason.

"I don't believe that! Do you want to sabotage his progress? Will you compensate his SoulTime if it goes to zero in this mission?!"

The bearded old man shook his head. "On the contrary. We want the Star Porter to ascend as fast as possible."

"Then why?! Even if the clone is only rated at the 6th stage Student level, the Remedium in the basement of the Church is rated at the Specialist level! That means the Remedium itself will try to kill anyone that comes inside it! Atlan has no training to help him deal with that kind of danger."

On high-level missions, especially on Critical Points like the Church's basement where the Door was hidden, the Remedium was a lot more hostile than the Remediums Atlan had been on before.

It was one of the reasons why Ninth and her team were dispatched to kill just a few clones of low-level Ifrits.

"Carmine!" Lizzie glared at him. "You said that Sapient Canzers are going to be invading the Remedium as well, right? That means they'll be dispatching Specialist-level Sapient Canzers to fight Atlan."

This time, Lizzie's argument seemed to have given Carmine enough motivation to question the Elder Heads' decision.

"Elizabeth is right," Carmine said. "They'll be sending an armada to intercept us. We can't let the Porter go on this mission."

But no matter how much they reasoned, the Elder Heads stuck to their decision. No amount of convincing could make them change their minds.

"Do you not believe in the Star Porter's abilities?" asked the bearded old man.

His questions made Lizzie pause and look at the black battle suited youth right next to her.

Even though he was still wet behind the ears and ignorant of a lot of things about the world, no one could deny his ability to somehow defy all the odds against him. Time and time again, he broke expectations and limits imposed on him like it was nothing.

Atlan was strong, Lizzie did not doubt that.

There wasn't any doubt in her mind that Atlan had what it took to complete this mission better than any other experienced Savior could.

In front of insurmountable odds, always bet on Atlan.

But the problem wasn't Atlan's lack of strength, it's how strong he was that's the problem.

Atlan was so competent that he seemed to have gained self-confidence that made him take risks that he shouldn't be taking under any circumstances.

In his first mission, if he didn't believe that he could have survived, he wouldn't have walked back and saved his teammates.

In the Pocket Remedium, if he didn't know he could survive by himself, he wouldn't have sacrificed himself to the horde of Pseudo Canzers and let the others advance through the streets.

And in his latest mission, if he wasn't so comfortable in his strength, then he wouldn't have even joined the mission meant for 6th stage Saviors in the first place.

His immeasurable strength and talent saved him countless times, and Lizzie thought that it would only be a matter of time until his luck ran out.

If he kept doing what he was doing, then there could come a time when he faced an opponent so strong that he could not overcome them even with his immense talent.

Lizzie thought that that day could be today.

For some reason, as lucky as Atlan was, he was equally as unlucky. Lizzie noticed that the youth seemed to be an attractor of anomalies everywhere he went.

If he went on this mission, then Lizzie had the suspicion that something bad would happen. There would be another anomaly that none of them ever expected to appear.

No matter how much they planned, it would all be useless in the face of the unknown.