Grim Reaper in the Apocalypse: Reaping Immortals

The woman and the chubby man both showed their conceit towards Lizzie once the soldier confirmed their story.

"See? Now soldiers, please get this peasant woman out of my face!" the woman said, almost spitting at Lizzie's feet.

"Haha, Missus. It's better not to bother yourselves with these things. Now, would you like to talk about more properties you would like to buy? I'll process the paperwork this time as well," the chubby man said, rubbing his hands as he felt the Soul Time coming in his direction.

"Very well, my husband is a famous Savior, after all. He has a lot of Soul Time that we can spend," said the woman.

Then, she looked at Lizzie and saw the Student-level badge on her shoulders.

"Hmph. Only Student-level? How dare you try to mess with the wife of a Savior in the Pre-Intern realm? My husband is on a whole other level than you?"

Lizzie was indeed only at the Student-level. However, that was only the case for her LifeSkill, not her mutation powers. If she were to fight against a Specialist-level Savior, then she could go toe to toe with them without losing!

But of course, ordinary people like this woman didn't know the intricacies of the power realm of Saviors.

"Now, take your loser boyfriend with you as well. He's been staring at me rudely for quite some time now," said the woman.

Then, the woman took out a Time Stim from her pockets and stuck it onto her wrist, bringing a small amount of Soul Time out of her Soul System.

Then, she brought the syringe to the chubby man. "Here is your bonus. It's a 50-year tip. Enjoy your time."

The chubby man couldn't help but jump as he heard the woman's words. He immediately bowed towards her and took the syringe, stabbing it onto his own wrist and taking the Soul Time for himself.

"You soldiers. If you arrest this woman and her boyfriend, then you too can be the owner of 50 years of Soul Time," the woman said, trying to bribe the soldiers. Experience more content on My Virtual Library Empire

Even though the soldiers respected Lizzie, they were still human. 50 years was a long time. They would need that for themselves, and their family. It was not like being a soldier paid off handsomely like other jobs like Saviors.

The soldiers debated within themselves and were about to open their mouths to talk, when all of a sudden, Atlan approached them first.

"Wait a minute," he said. "Why is she allowed to take Lizzie's house?"

The soldiers rubbed their heads awkwardly.

"Recently, the City had started to sell some of its assets to get more Soul Time in reserve. So, they started to sell houses they owned to rich people like this woman's husband.

Since the City was the one who provided this land to Miss Lizzie in the first place, then they have all the right to take it away from her," the soldier explained.

Lizzie sighed to herself. Even though she had lived in this house for all her life, she had no choice but to surrender it to the City.

"Atlan, let's go. I'll find another house to live in," Lizzie said dejectedly.

But Atlan didn't budge from his spot even as Lizzie tugged on his shirt.

"Wait. So, if Lizzie had enough money, then she could buy the house from the City itself, right?"

The soldier nodded his head.

"Hah! Do you know how much I paid for this house, young man? A Student-level Savior like her can't afford this kind of place," the woman exclaimed.

Atlan looked her in the eyes and replied, "Who said she'd be the one to pay for it?"

The woman was taken aback by Atlan's words. But once she realized that Atlan also had the same Student-level epaulet on his shoulders, she realized that Atlan was doing nothing more than posturing.

"And what? You're going to be the one to pay for it? Newbie, you don't have to lie," the woman said, shaking her head.

But Atlan ignored her. He looked at the soldiers with a serious face.

"How much is it and where do I give the Soul Time to?"

The soldiers looked at each other, not knowing if Atlan was being serious or not. After all, they knew that Student-level missions certainly did not pay very high Soul Time as a salary. Sometimes, even soldiers earned more Soul Time than Student-level Saviors.

"Atlan, it's okay. I wouldn't want you to waste your Soul Time for this. I'll just find something cheaper," she said.

But Atlan didn't want that. Lizzie deserved only the best.

"Tell me," he said to the soldiers.

One of them finally took out a Time Stim from his pockets, which looked a little bit more official and advanced than most syringes he saw people using.

"This house costs 900 years," the soldier said. "You can pay the Soul Time to this Time Stim."

Lizzie winced upon hearing that. She definitely couldn't afford that much to pay for her house. If she did, then she wouldn't have enough to live much longer.

"See? Now, get out of my—"

But before the woman could finish her sentence, Atlan suddenly took the soldier's Time Stim and stuck it onto his wrist.

He focused on the power in his body, separating the death energy from the life energy he absorbed in his surroundings.

Everyone watched as the syringe started to fill up.

And it didn't seem to stop. The woman, the chubby man, and the soldiers all had increasingly shocked faces as the syringe slowly filled to the very top.

"Only 900 years?" Atlan asked. "That's nothing."

He passed the Time Stim to the soldier, who inspected the syringe and saw that it indeed had 900 years of Soul Time inside!

They couldn't believe it. Atlan was able to bring out 900 years of Soul Time in one go without even breaking a sweat!

"How…how...that's impossible!" screamed the woman.