Grim Reaper in the Apocalypse: Reaping Immortals

Chapter 205: Closing window



The two of them fell to the floor.

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They landed on the ground, with their enhanced bodies protecting them from the fall.

The training room went silent, with nothing but heavy breathing and panting coming out of their mouths.

Lizzie looked up at Atlan, with her face flushed and her breathing heavy.

Atlan was on top of her, with sweat on his forehead but a smile on his face.

They looked at each other for a few seconds until Lizzie let go of the mutations in her body.

Her aggressive vertical eyes slowly turned back to her meek round eyes. Her whiskers slowly merged back to her cheeks. Her cat ears flopped before sinking back into her hair. Her tail swayed back and forth before disappearing on her back.

The dominance and assertiveness were gone, and she was back to her old self.

With how close their faces were, Lizzie had to avert her eyes and speak in a hushed tone to Atlan.

"You…you did it. You pushed your limits."

Atlan looked back at her. "It's all thanks to you."

The adrenaline in his body kept him breathing heavily. He couldn't forget the sense of focus and clarity he felt during that time. It allowed him to hone in on the hidden power in his body.

"Is it a wing mutation?" she asked him.

That was the only explanation she could come up with to explain his ability to not only have a tremendous amount of speed but also maneuverability in the air.

She was supposed to have evaded his arms in the air with her 'double jump', but Atlan followed her change in direction perfectly and was able to catch her. He wouldn't be able to do that if he didn't have a mutation that helped him maneuver in the air.

"Yes. It's a Wing mutation." He didn't tell her that it was an Angel Wing mutation. She didn't need to know that.

"Did you feel it? The power of your wings?"

Atlan thought back to that feeling—that urge to go faster. His desire for that power allowed him to tap into a hidden source, which he now understood to be his Angel Genus.

The Angel Genus deep in his Soul System recreated the Angel Wings power and supplied him with its power. This allowed him to wield a fraction of its power without manifesting it in real life.

"It was my Genus that gave me power."

She nodded. "Yes. A mutation comes from the Genus, so it is only natural that it would be the one to unlock the hidden potential of your mutation. Now, you will be able to wield a portion of your mutation using only your base body."

Atlan went silent for a second. Questions kept popping up in his head.

"How? When I sped up, I briefly thought I was using my Wings to fly and accelerate, but I clearly wasn't. It was weird. It felt like my Wings were simultaneously present and absent at the same time."

Lizzie understood that feeling. "It is similar to phantom limb pain. Back in the olden days, when people could not regenerate lost limbs, there was a strange phenomenon that happened to those who lost a leg or an arm in a war.

Sometimes, they would feel pain on their lost leg, even though there was no leg for them to feel pain on. They would feel a painful tingling sensation on their 'phantom limb'. Their brains are convinced that there is still a limb on their stump.

The principle for mutations remains the same. You have to convince your brain, in this case, your Genus, to supply your body with the power of the mutation, even though the mutation is not manifested in real life."

Atlan felt a phantom Angel Wings behind him, always supplying him with speed any time he needed it. But, he would need time to get used to it.

"Now that you have defeated an opponent using only your mutation, you will now have an opportunity to allocate experience points to your mutation and increase your mastery."

Atlan closed his eyes and focused on his Soul System.
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He saw the gathering of the blue wisps of experience into one giant fuzzy ball. He commanded a few of them to leave in a line and surround the Angel Wings floating in the darkness of the space in his Soul System.

The blue wisps bombarded the Angel Wings, but instead of getting absorbed, they were only repelled or bounced back in different directions. He couldn't find a way to put experience in his mutation.

"I can't do it."

"It's okay," she assured him. "Just focus on trying to mold your experience points into something that can penetrate your mutations."

Atlan tried to melt his blue wisps into one giant ball and condensed them into the smallest sphere he could make them. But when he threw this ball of experience to the Angel Wings, they disintegrated into the small blue wisps and dispersed. Nothing got absorbed.

"You have to concentrate. This window of opportunity will not last long."

Atlan molded his experience into a giant spear and tried to pierce through the Angel Wings but to no avail.

He thought that the problem lay in the Angel Wings, not in his method. So, he tried to do it again to the other mutations. He tried it with his 10-star Gluttonous Soul and his other lower-rarity mutations. However, they led him to the same result.

No matter what he did, the mutation would always repel the blue wisps and reject their entry.

Lizzie looked at Atlan's face and saw him struggling to complete this task all by himself.

Even the heat in his body was slowly dissipating as it cooled down. This was bad news. It would only be a matter of a few minutes until the window of opportunity would close. The next time it would open was if Atlan defeated another opponent using only his mutation.

She had to help him.

"Fine," she said as she looked away in embarrassment. "This will mean nothing, okay? You must not tell anybody about this."

Atlan opened his eyes. "What do you—"

But before he could continue his question…

Lizzie put her lips on his.


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