Grim Reaper in the Apocalypse: Reaping Immortals

Atlan felt the suit close in on his body, squeezing his body with a force that made him tense up. He held onto his Physique LifeSkill harder than he ever did before. He could feel his blood cut off from the circulation in his body. The pressure of the shoulder guards of his battle suit weighed him down significantly, making his legs and arms feel a painful prickling sensation.

"Hold on! It's not done yet," Carmine shouted. He could see the struggle in Atlan's expression, but the battle suit had yet to completely close on his body.

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That sound signaled the complete locking of the battle suit onto Atlan's body.

He gritted his teeth. Even with his Physique LifeSkill activated at its fullest, he still could not overcome the pressure put on him by the battle suit. It felt like his bones would get fractured at any second.

"You're tilting! Don't let yourself fall to the ground or else you won't be able to get back up!"

Carmine took a sharp breath. Atlan would only be able to overcome the weight of the battle suit while he was standing. Human anatomy was specialized this way and allowed him to collectively use his muscles to overcome the tremendous gravity.

But if he were to fall, he would find it impossible to stand back up from a prone position. His muscles would be isolated and would be unable to overcome the force weighing him down.

"Argh!"

The battle suit was too much. This was the first time Atlan had ever felt something that his Physique LifeSkill could not overcome.

It felt like the whole world was on his shoulders. He couldn't help but tilt backward to try and help his spine from breaking in half, but that only made his balance unstable, causing him to be on a downward projection that would eventually leave him falling down the mountain.

"GAAARRGGHHH!" Atlan screamed, forcing his left leg to raise and step back, stabilizing himself in a standing position.

"Haaa…haaa…" He took deep breaths. He felt sweat pouring down his back even though the mountain was cold and breezy. This was the first time he'd ever labored himself just trying to stand up.

"Are you okay?"

Atlan took a few seconds of silence before he nodded his head slowly. He didn't want to make any sudden movements—not that he could even if he wanted to. It felt like he was entombed into a rock-solid metal; his whole body was paralyzed.

He exhausted all of his strength just by raising one leg.

"It's good that you can still stand up. I was worried that you wouldn't even be able to keep yourself steady. But the battle has just started. You'll have to find a way to walk. After that, you'll have to find a way to run."

Atlan was focused on keeping himself from being crushed by the sheer force of the battlesuit. He had no energy left to try and walk!

Carmine gritted his teeth as he saw Atlan try and fail to raise his leg another time. No matter how much he tried to lessen the weight inside the battle suit, it was too much for the Star Porter. Even if Atlan was a talented genius with a LifeSkill rated in the SSS class, a three realm difference proved to be too much even for him.

And it wasn't just a simple Specialist-level construct, it was the equivalent of tens of constructs!

Should I get rid of some of them? No! I've already maximized the constructs. Any more and we'll risk being unable to deal with a Specialist Canzer on the inside…but…if Atlan can't even enter the Remedium, all those constructs will be useless anyway.

A conflict appeared in Carmine's mind. He considered trying to cut a huge bulk of the padding and armor defenses on his battle suit to try and keep the weight down, but that would only risk the Star Porter's life. Lizzie wouldn't forgive him if he cut down on Atlan's protection.

"It's…so…heavy…" Atlan uttered. The best he could do was raise his hand forward, but it did not help in walking a single step.

For him to advance, he'd have to put all of his weight on one leg while the other walked forward. That means his one leg would have to carry tens of thousands of tons of weight for a few seconds.

Atlan was unsure whether his bones would be able to take that kind of pressure; he already heard a few of his bones break just from standing still.

"This battle suit is a beast. It will want to overwhelm you before you can overwhelm it. The different Specialist-level Canzer 'antivenom' installed in the fabric of your battle suit are fighting against each other, but now that it detected your presence, they will work together to try and bring you down. It is your job to reign them in!"

Atlan suddenly looked up at Carmine as an idea came to his head.

The weight comes from the Canzers?

If that was true, then there was only one solution for this problem: he needed something that could weaken those arrogant Specialist Canzer essences.

There was only one thing that he knew that could make even the strongest of Canzers bow down at his feet: Angel Power.

If he was able to use the Angel Power in his bloodline, then he'd be able to show dominance with the Canzer essences in the battle suit and make them submit to him.

With their compliance, there would be less weight on the battle suit, allowing him to walk with it.

If he was alone, he could simply pop out his Angel Wings and show them the true holiness of its pure white feathers. However, he was in the presence of Carmine, a Specialist Operator who Atlan suspected knew about Angels and would immediately identify the true nature of his wings.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

I need to show my Angel bloodline to my battle suit, but not to Carmine. How will I do that?

It didn't take him a few seconds to find the answer. He licked his lips, remembering that moment with Lizzie.

She didn't just teach him the pleasure of kissing, but also how to use the power of a mutation without manifesting them in real life!