Grim Reaper in the Apocalypse: Reaping Immortals

The Happy puppet picked up the jewel box and observed it with its eyes. From what it could see, there was nothing too special about it. There was only a very pungent and bloody smell coming out of the box.

The White Canzer, on the other hand, looked at the jewel box and felt as if it were familiar. She felt like she had seen that particular box before, but she couldn't remember it.

This was a testament to her selfishness.

Even though the Huntsman did her a favor and released her from being hunted, she didn't even remember him at all. He was simply just a blimp in her memory, nothing more than a little pebble on the road.

It was a fact that she didn't appreciate the Huntsman's kindness enough. If she did, then she would have remembered that he used that jewel box as a decoy for her heart.

The Huntsman was haunted by her for the rest of his life, yet she didn't even register in her memory.

It was unfortunate. If she had simply cared enough to remember the Huntsman's weakness, then it would have known Atlan's plan and stopped him before things escalated too late.

Meanwhile, Atlan couldn't help but smile as he saw the jewel box in the Happy puppet's stubby hands. It didn't know how precious that box was.

"GASP! You are insane, Atlan. Are you doing what I think you're doing?!"

Carmine couldn't hide his surprise. He immediately knew Atlan's plan the moment the boar's heart appeared on the Remedium.

It was an insane idea, one that could even backfire on him entirely. However, if it worked as he had intended, then he could kill two birds with one stone and succeed where no one else had ever succeeded before.

"HAHAHAHA!"

Atlan's laughter echoed through the woods, catching the attention of the Happy puppet and the White Canzer.

"You stupid puppet! I was just kidding! There's no way I have something that would kill someone like Ninth! You fell for it!"

His words were full of mockery and derision. And even though they couldn't understand him, they could see the ridicule in his eyes. It was apparent that Atlan was simply making fun of the Happy puppet.

The puppet looked at the jewel box in its hands. It understood that this box was nothing more than an ordinary box.

Atlan decided to add salt to injury.

"That's right, stupid puppet. There's no way that I'll let you harm Ninth even if I had something that could injure a Specialist Savior like her!"

It looked at Atlan and knew that it was being ridiculed.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

'I'm not….I'm not happy with this…this human…tricked me…how…how will I help my brothers now?!'

The Happy puppet held its head with both hands. It was experiencing an emotional breakdown due to the conflicting circumstances it endured.

'GRAGGHH!'

It screamed at the top of its lungs, bringing out its frustration into the world. The whole dark forest trembled upon his fury. The animated dead trees that it created no longer had wicked smiles on their faces. They copied their creator and turned their smile upside down.

They no longer jumped up and down with glee, they now jumped because they were having a temper tantrum. They unleashed their fury onto the world, striking the ground and each other in a frenzy.

'I hate…I HATE EVERYONE! I WILL DEPRIVE ANYONE OF HAPPINESS!'

Usually, it would have been the White Canzer's responsibility to reign down her own puppets. It was not good for the Happy puppet to express anything other than the emotion that they were made for.

Happy should stay happy.

That was because she would lose control over her puppets if they no longer expressed the same emotion as their name.

In any other circumstance, she would have tried to console the puppet or killed it entirely before it could turn against her.

But the White Canzer was still preoccupied with the jewel box. It was too familiar. It felt like it was something she should remember. But no matter how much she tried to dig up her memories, she could not—for the life of her—remember any instance where she saw that box.

Her curiosity about the box led her to neglect her own puppet.

As a result, it ended up becoming angry at the world.

'I will beat your face so badly, you will never be able to smile, human! And after that, I will do the same to that wretched woman that dared to hurt my brothers!'

The Happy puppet approached Atlan with fury exploding in its eyes. It wouldn't use its animated creatures to kill him. That would deprive it of the satisfaction of killing Atlan itself.

"Your plan is not working! Think of something else!"

Your next read is at empire

Carmine whispered from his battle suit.

"Not yet…" he replied softly.

The Happy puppet looked down at Atlan and couldn't wait to bash his face down to the ground.

But before that, it raised the jewel box in its hands high up in the air and threw it down to the ground at the maximum force that a Specialist-level puppet could muster.

'You will become like this box!'

the puppet screamed.

The Happy puppet wanted Atlan to witness how his own body would shatter under its strength.

However, instead of seeing fear and trepidation in the human's eyes, the puppet only saw relief and excitement. It was as if this was all part of his plan from the very beginning.

Atlan looked down at the jewel box and saw splintered wood and metal all over the small crater where it crashed.

And in the middle of all that mess was a bloody mush of meat that was no longer recognizable from what it was before.

Despite that, the appearance of that bloody mess sent a chill down the White Canzer's spine. It finally recognized where it had seen that jewel box before.

It looked at the Happy puppet in horror.

'Stupid puppet! What have you done?'

Then, it looked at the human and saw a sly smile plastered on his face.

"You have your backup, I have mine. Let's welcome the Huntsman together, shall we?"