Grim Reaper in the Apocalypse: Reaping Immortals

"This is not over, Miss Custodire," threatened the black suit man. "You will regret making my boss angry. He is the son of a very important man in the HeadQuarters!"

"Whatever," Custodire waved off the man's threats with a shrug of her shoulders.

This was not the first time that someone threatened her life. Ever since immortality had been discovered to be gone, there had been a huge increase in people wanting better weapons and armor for themselves.

And since she was considered one of the best, those entitled and rich folks, despite being in the low ranks, wanted Custodire to make one for themselves. However, they were far from the most important people that Custodire wanted to serve.

As a Specialist-level Savior herself, she knew how much this City needed the help of Specialist-level Vanguards. She knew that they were the only ones they could count on whenever there was an anomaly.

And if one of them dies, then the whole City suffers. They would all lose a very big part of their defense.

In her perspective, a thousand Intern-level Savior was not enough to equate to a single Specialist-level Savior.

After all, Specialist-level Saviors had their own domains, which could turn the tides of a battle extremely quickly.

She had a feeling that things would only get worse much later. So, right now, she was preparing for that inevitable crisis. She was creating weapons and armor for Specialist-level Saviors, making sure that they had the best defenses and the best offenses possible to fight against the onslaught of Canzers that plagued their city.
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But since Specialist-level armor and weapons needed a lot of time to make, she couldn't spare any time for lesser Saviors who didn't need custom-made weapons.

"Hello, Miss Custodire. It's been a while."

Custodire, hearing the youthful voice of the man approaching her, was about to reject his request before he could even make it.

But when she turned her head to look in his direction, she realized that this wasn't just anybody. This was Atlan, the Star Porter.

"Atlan… it's been a while. How have you been?"

This was the first time that Custodire stopped her hammering on her anvil. She wouldn't even do that for Specialist-level Saviors who came to talk to her.

But somehow, Atlan was different. He was special.

Ever since she found out about his powers, she treated Atlan with the same care as other Specialist-level Saviors.

"Why have you come here?" she asked hurriedly.

"I was hoping that you could custom make a weapon for me. I want you to remold a weapon of mine and make it into a different weapon," Atlan said.

Custodire sighed and shook her head. She didn't like refusing Atlan's request, but she had no choice.

"I'm sorry, Star Porter. I don't have time to deal with things like this. I suggest that you just get one of the best Student-level weapons I have in my stock. Don't worry, I won't ask you to pay for them. It's yours for free."

Custodire had been in her smithy for far too long, and she didn't hear about the rumors going about in the City. She didn't hear the stories going around about how Atlan was able to kill a Specialist-level Canzer by himself without any help from a team.

So, she was treating him as nothing more than a Student-level Savior.

It was quite unfortunate. She was one of the people who would have believed the stories. After all, she already knew that Atlan was special, so it wouldn't be that surprising for her.

"Is there nothing else that you can do?" Atlan asked.

Since he saw how busy she was, he didn't want to impose on her. After all, the sword and shield were still very much usable for him. If the need arose, then he would use the sword and shield.

But just then, one of the dwarves strolling through the store suddenly came upon Atlan.

"Wait a minute, young man… you're the one who saved us during that fire, right?"

The dwarf looked familiar to Atlan. And after a few seconds, he finally realized where he had seen him before.

He was one of the dwarves he saved during the Heat Wave symptom in the Masamune district caused by the Ifrits.

"Yes! You're the one who saved us!"

Another dwarf came and recognized Atlan. They would never forget the face of the man that saved them.

Soon, the dwarves called the other dwarves and showed them Atlan. It seemed that all of them were extremely grateful for Atlan because he saved them during that time.

The dwarves vowed to themselves back then that they would do anything to repay the debt they had for Atlan.

His efforts in saving them were appreciated greatly, especially after it was announced that immortality had long been gone.

This meant that if Atlan hadn't saved them back then, they would have truly died!

Because of that, their debt to him became much greater.

"Star Porter! We thank you for saving us!" the dwarves said as they bowed towards Atlan.

"Don't worry about it. You're welcome," Atlan replied.

"Is there anything we can do to repay you?"

"Yes, yes, we would do anything!"

"Wait a minute, Star Porter. You said something earlier about wanting to have something made to Custodire, right?"

One of the dwarves seemed to have heard his conversation with Custodire.

"Yes. I want to remold my weapons into something new entirely," he replied to them. "However, Custodire is busy right now, so she can't help me."

The dwarves all looked at each other, their faces full of determination.

Then, they all faced Custodire. "Miss Custodire, I know that we are competitors, but can you do us a favor and repay our life debt to this young man over here?

We will lend our powers to you to create a weapon suitable for the Star Porter."

Custodire stopped what she was doing and looked at the dwarves. She knew that they were all competent blacksmiths, so she knew that if they helped, then they could make Atlan's weapon in less than a day!