Grim Reaper in the Apocalypse: Reaping Immortals-Chapter 445: Afraid? No way!

Atlan looked at Otis as if he was a little fly. It was buzzing around, being annoying as hell. Since it was a harmless fly, Atlan knew that he wouldn’t get hurt by its little antics. So, the better option would be to simply ignore the fly.

However, the fly seemed to buzz even louder as Atlan ignored it. Finally, it came to a point where it was annoying.

Atlan wanted to spare the fly’s life, but at this point, maybe it would be better to get rid of him and just let it be over with.

"What are you doing, Atlan? Why are you not killing him?" the Enchanted Queen asked, appearing beside his shoulders as a black dragon plushie.

"I don’t want to make the first move. If he won’t try to kill me, I won’t kill him. Plain and simple," he answered.

"Don’t worry, Atlan. I’ll heal any of your injuries and protect you if needed," Tulip said, appearing on his opposite shoulder as a white-green dragon plushie.

Meanwhile, Otis looked at Atlan and couldn’t figure out why he wasn’t acting all scared.

There were at least ten Intern-level Saviors about to collapse onto him and go for his head, but it seemed as if Atlan wasn’t even concentrating on him or the Saviors around him. He seemed to be preoccupied with looking everywhere as if he wasn’t seeing him at all.

"What are you mumbling about?!" Otis screamed at Atlan. "Haha! I got it. You’re probably too scared to even react. I see, so that’s it!" Stay connected with novelbuddy

Otis laughed maniacally, thinking that Atlan was too stunned to even react. After all, he was only a Student-level Savior. Of course, he was going to be scared witless when going against ten Saviors two realms above his own level.

It seemed that the fear even broke Atlan’s mind. After all, he seemed to be talking to nothing but the air.

"I want this to be slow and painful," Otis said. "I want you to experience the pain that my brother experienced. I want you to watch as your own body gets mangled into pieces, trampled till your bones crack, and eaten while you’re still alive!"

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Otis raised his hand, activating his LifeSkil.

Small portal circles appeared behind Otis. A couple of seconds later, each of those portals suddenly spat out sharp swords, each having the quality of a high-level sword.

"This is my Unlimited Sword Works!" Otis screamed.

Since he was part of the Orioness family, Otis was endowed with the power of the Genesis God. Their whole family had LifeSkills that related to portals, opening up the dimensions and peeking through them with their bodies.

Obek Orioness, the one that Atlan ’allegedly’ killed, had the power to make his punches teleport to wherever he wanted.

People hailed this ability to be very powerful and could have led him to be the next Specialist-level Savior in the Orioness family. This made his death extremely saddening for his older brother, who treasured his younger brother because of his talents.

Their father, Byron Orionness, became a high-ranking person within the entirety of the HeadQuarters because he was the one who could create portals that led to the Remedium itself.

Whenever the HeadQuarters used the portal to enter the Remedium, Bryon was the one who oversaw everything that happened, including the construction of the very portal itself. It also wouldn’t work anymore if he didn’t want it to since all portals acted on his behalf.

This was how the Orioness family became part of the elite families in the entire city. They amassed a lot of wealth, prestige, and most importantly, Soul Time for their services to the city.

This was the reason how Otis could hire Intern-level Saviors to try and kill Atlan. They had a lot of Soul Time in their reservoir, enough to give each and every one of them a thousand years of Soul Time as compensation for their help.

Meanwhile, Otis’ power was not all that much different from Obek’s power. His LifeSkill allowed him to summon weapons from a different location, no matter the distance or the difference in dimensions.

Of course, his power was still limited to the amount and quality of his swords.

But thanks to his father’s amassed wealth of Soul Time, Otis was able to obtain a lot of high-quality swords and weapons to use, each one of them a masterpiece of some kind.

This meant that hundreds if not thousands of swords pointed in Atlan’s direction, was a surefire way to kill a Student-level Savior.

With a simple gesture from Otis, the swords halfway out of the portal, suddenly shot towards Atlan at very high speeds, almost surpassing that of a bullet’s speed and almost created a sonic boom.

Swords rained down on Atlan’s location.

But strangely enough, none of them hit his body. They were just positioned just right so that Atlan couldn’t move away from his position or else he would be cut by a thousand different sword edges.

This was on purpose. Otis didn’t want Atlan to escape from his grasp.

In Otis’ mind, he could have easily killed Atlan by using his LifeSkill and propelling a sword directly to his head, killing him instantly, but Otis knew that this was too easy. He wanted Atlan to suffer more.

Otis walked towards Atlan with an arrogant stride. There was certainty in his movements as if he knew that he had already won this fight.

However, just as he walked towards Atlan, he suddenly looked at him straight in the eyes.

Otis realized that there was no such fear in Atlan’s eyes.

Not only that, Atlan’s eyes felt like he was just observing and waiting for the right chance that he could pounce.

Otis felt like he was staring right at a tiger, ready to pounce. It felt like he was staring at the barrel of a gun, with the gun cocked and ready to fire.

Cold sweat poured down his back.

"Tsk. What is this sorcery? There is no way that I’m afraid of this bastard!"