Grim Reaper in the Apocalypse: Reaping Immortals

From what Atlan witnessed before he left, Ninth was on the brink of total collapse. She had trouble dealing with just one of the puppets, so it wasn't a hard leap to think that she wouldn't stand a chance against the combined might of the six puppets.

That was what he thought. But he thought wrong.

In the end, Ninth proved herself to be someone who should not be underestimated. She reached the Specialist realm in such a short time for a reason.

The Elder Heads, with all their wisdom of thousands of years of experience, deemed Ninth and her team capable enough to deal with the problems of this mission. They knew that Ninth was powerful enough to defeat any kind of Canzer that came her way.

Atlan shouldn't have doubted that. But for some reason, he was still thinking about her strength as something similar to his.

But how could he have compared himself to Ninth? It was like he was a two-dimensional creature trying to comprehend a three-dimensional creature. It simply wasn't possible because the three-dimensional creature was living in an entirely different reality.

The difference between a Student and a Specialist was similar to that.

The power they had was something that Atlan couldn't even comprehend. If he could, he wouldn't have doubted that Ninth would have been able to single-handedly deal with six puppets at the same time with barely any effort.

"This is a domain…"

He didn't even know what the 'domain' concept entailed, but judging from what he saw, it was something like a world that was completely dominated by the Savior.

Even the reality-bending powers of the Remedium could not sully the purity of Ninth's domain. It remained as a world full of swords with a red sky.

'This is an outrage! Why haven't they killed that ugly human?!' This is stressing me out!'

The White Canzer couldn't hold in her anger and exploded into fury, letting go of the dainty and elegant posture that she cultivated. She looked nothing like a princess, and more like an ogre.

'What are you doing Aitch?! Console me!'

ordered the White Canzer to her puppet.

'I'm not happy…I'm not happy….my brothers…'

But instead of listening to her words, the Happy puppet could not let his eyes wander off the screen. He was deeply entangled with his brothers, and he could feel the pain and suffering they were feeling just from seeing the situation on a screen. Their bond was beyond that of blood.

'The only way I'll be happy is if I go back and save my brothers…'

The White Canzer raised her hand and smacked the Happy puppet's head, making its brown hat bent and dented.

'Stupid puppet! What would happen to me if you go away? You're my only protection. You will stay here and become my body bag.'

Only then did the Happy puppet stop its intention to move outwards. It was only moments away from darting into a run and disappearing into the fog.

If it did, then Atlan would finally have a chance to shove the poisoned apple into the White Canzer's mouth. Unfortunately, it seemed that the White Canzer's grasp on its puppet was strong enough to make it forget about its instinct to care for its other brothers.

This may have been an unfortunate situation, but Atlan saw a weakness. He saw a sliver of an opportunity.

The Happy puppet was not entirely loyal to the White Canzer. It was also loyal to its other brothers, much to the dismay of the narcissistic princess.

If he was able to make the Happy puppet leave the White Canzer alone to help his brothers, then it was mission accomplished.

The only problem was how he would do it.

Atlan walked over to the floating screen made up of strings and yarns. This was an offense that should have made the White Canzer order his execution, but the situation was too complicated. Atlan took advantage of that.

'What are you doing, human?! Get back here. Aitch, do something!'

But the usually obedient Happy puppet hesitated for a moment. It used to obey her words the moment she uttered them, but it was too preoccupied with his brothers on the screen to even care about the weak human's movements.

Once Ninth appeared on the screen, Atlan did his best to seem as if he was mad at her. He flailed his hand up and down, he stomped his foot off the ground, and he shouted all kinds of obscenities towards her.

Even though the monsters couldn't understand him, his tone and voice were clearly hostile.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

'Seeing him mad at that wretched human on the screen makes me…happy.'

The Happy puppet was too emotional to understand that this was merely a ploy.

The White Canzer, on the other hand, found something suspicious. After all, there was no reason for the humans to hate each other, especially since they were from the same group.

'Don't believe him, Aitch. He's trying to break us apart! You don't want that, do you?'

The Happy puppet looked back at her, and then back at her brothers on the screen. It showed an intense internal conflict.

'I don't want that…but my brothers…I'm not happy anymore!'

Atlan knew that he only needed a little more push before the Happy puppet conceded.

Stay connected through empire

As soon as Ninth appeared on the screen again, he pointed at his toolbelt, and then back at the Ninth. He made sure that the Happy puppet could associate the two of those together.

He wanted it to think that Atlan had something in his toolbelt that was connected to Ninth. He wanted it to think that Atlan had the key to her demise.

Once the video showed the six puppets using all their powers to try and pierce through Ninth's domain, Atlan showed excitement and happiness.

He also showed a sad expression when they failed in their attack. He winced in pain once they got injured more and more from the thousands of swords littered all over Ninth's domain.

"Kugh! If only those puppets had this thing in my toolbelt, then they would have won!"