Grim Reaper in the Apocalypse: Reaping Immortals

Despite the numerous Basilisks looking at him as if he were a buffet of death energy ready to be consumed, Atlan didn't show any sign of distress. Instead, there was a smile forming on his face.

With more Basilisks, there were more chances of him finding out the real truth as to how it was able to kidnap humans and trap them in the Remedium!

Finally, he could kill one without worrying that he wouldn't get the answer he wanted. He could continue to inflict all kinds of suffering onto the Basilisk!

"Bad move," he told the Basilisk.

Suddenly, a string floated out from a portal to another dimension and began to stitch itself into Atlan's likeness. Upon completion, the life-size plushie version of Atlan suddenly became enveloped in a blinding light. And once the light subsided, everyone could see that the plushie version of Atlan became indistinguishable from the original one!

The Basilisk's eyes showed that of surprise, and then dread. It thought that it finally had the advantage against Atlan, but as it turned out, he also could clone himself.

The Basilisk had to console himself that Atlan could only clone himself by a limited amount. After all, he was still human.

But of course, his assumption was soon proved wrong.

Atlan's clone summoned its string from another dimension and began to make another clone. Soon after that, that clone began to create more clones, exponentially growing the number of clones that Atlan had by his side.

Soon enough, Atlan had hundreds of clones by his side. Truthfully, he could have kept going and made clones up to the thousands, but Atlan didn't need that. He only needed one clone for each of the Basilisk's clones.

"Oh my gods! He can clone himself?!"

"I thought he was a porter?! Why does he have another LifeSkill within him?!"

The crowd of civilians didn't know a lot about Saviors, but they knew that Saviors only had one LifeSkill. That was it.

No one knew that fact more than the Saviors like Kobra, Carmine, and the rest of the Intern-level Saviors among them.

They all thought that Atlan's strength could be explained by a very strong Physique LifeSkill probably in the SSS class rating.

However, a Physique LifeSkill would not explain how he was able to clone himself through strings! That would only be possible through a different job and a different LifeSkill!

"He has multiple LifeSkills… probably even more than he is showing right now," Carmine muttered to himself.

He couldn't believe what he was seeing. He thought he knew everything there was to know about Saviors. But as he kept watching Atlan, the more that reality broke and shattered into a million little pieces. Atlan kept changing the status quo of Saviors into something impossible!

Meanwhile, the Basilisk stuck out its split tongue and glared at Atlan. With hundreds of his clones ready to fight them, the Basilisk knew that he had no other choice. He had to run away.

So, his real body secretly ran away from the sea of Basilisk clones crowding the ground.

However, how could it run away from Atlan, who saw the Basilisk's death energy from a mile away?

Atlan used his Angel wings to arrive just in front of the fleeing Basilisk.

"There's no running away until I find out the truth," he said to the Canzer.

The Basilisk hissed at Atlan. Then, it commanded the hundreds of its clones to swarm Atlan and kill him in one go. Even if Atlan could fight against one Canzer, the Basilisk was holding out hope for the fact that he couldn't fight a hundred all at once.

But of course, as soon as that happened, Atlan's clones all brought out their own Angel wings, each having the power and speed of the original angels.

Then, they disappeared and reappeared just in front of each Basilisk clone, with their fists ready to punch them into the air.

What happened next was a series of beatdowns that were completely one-sided.

Atlan's clones began to assault the Basilisk clones with his tremendous physical strength. Each punch had the force of thousands of tons of weight, as well as endowing the clones' bodies with death energy.

And of course, no matter how much the Basilisk's clones got injured or destroyed, Atlan would make sure that it wouldn't die out just yet. He kept the death energy in the clone's body just at the right amount where it would feel the most pain.

'AAAHHHH! TSSSS!'

The original Basilisk suddenly felt the pain of a thousand deaths. All the pain and suffering that the clones were feeling was now being transmitted over to the real body, letting it experience death a thousand times.

It began to recoil and twist like a dead snake. It couldn't bear this pain any longer.

'No…no more…I can't take it… no more…kill me… kill me now…'

The Basilisk begged. But of course, Atlan wasn't going to give it the satisfaction just yet.

"Tell me what I want to know," he demanded.

'I don't know… they only told me to come here… they didn't tell me how they did it," the Basilisk confessed. Discover exclusive content at My Virtual Library Empire

Atlan, of course, wasn't going to believe those lies. However, the Enchanted Queen suddenly appeared beside him with her plushie-dragon figure.

"Tell us the truth."

And upon seeing the plushie figure, the Basilisk looked confused at first. It was as if he was looking at something familiar, but also unfamiliar at the same time.

The black shimmer was familiar, but its small stature was not. The wings symbolized power, yet the small body it was connected to did not.

However, as the Basilisk looked closer, he noticed something undeniable.

That aura of tyranny was not something that could be replicated. The Basilisk was looking at his ancestor, the olden one, and the original slithering monster in the world: a Dragon!

"They talk of an object! One with the power to forcefully break the barrier between Remedium and reality, allowing us to pull humans to the Remedium!"