Grim Reaper in the Apocalypse: Reaping Immortals

The dwarves considered the sword and shield to be the pinnacle of craftsmanship. And yet, Atlan was asking them to melt it all down and re-use its materials as if it was just made out of iron or some other lowly material.

As blacksmiths, this was akin to blasphemy!

After all, they might be great blacksmiths on their own, but even they could only cower in front of the beings that made these weapons. If they were going to melt it down and remake it from the start, then they would only make an inferior version of it.

"Atlan, this is far too precious of a weapon for you to simply just melt down!" Custodire shouted.

"That's right, that's right! Why not just use these weapons instead of making a new one?" the dwarves asked.
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Although Atlan didn't hate a sword and shield, it simply didn't fit his style of fighting.

He didn't like to carry a shield around because he had no need for it.

First of all, had his SSS Grim Reaper Physique, which transformed all the death energy he accumulated in his body to create an almost invincible skin that could withstand anything.

Second of all, all the injuries that he incurred could easily be healed back up using the infinite amount of Soul Time at his disposal. There was death happening all around Genesis City, which powered the death energy in his body, and in turn, made him almost immortal.

He also didn't need a sword to fight. For him, it had far too short of a reach for his kind of style of fighting. A sword was best used in one-on-one fights, which wasn't that much of use in a battle against Canzers that could duplicate themselves a thousand times in just a few minutes.

He needed something that could cleave through those clones in just one swing of his weapon.

"I need something like a scythe as a weapon," Atlan said to the dwarves. "That's what I need."

Custodire and the dwarves didn't know why Atlan needed a farming tool to use as a weapon, but the look in his eyes meant that he was serious. This was the same look that truly dedicated people had when they knew the right weapon they needed for an intense fight.

"Fine," Custodire said. "We'll try our best to create a suitable Scythe for you, but don't expect too much. We are operating in uncharted territories. This is the first time any one of us will try to melt down a perfect artifact such as this."

Atlan handed over the sword and shield to Cutodire, who handled it with care and caution. As she made contact with the weapons, she immediately winced, as the power contained within them was surprisingly a lot stronger than she anticipated.

Atlan is even stronger than these weapons?! Custodire thought to herself.

She estimated that even the top Specialist-level Saviors in Genesis City wouldn't even be able to touch these weapons for a few seconds before they had to let go of them because of the backlash.

But somehow, Atlan could handle it with ease. This gave her an estimate of Atlan's strength, and she couldn't believe that the once baby cub Savior that she met had now fully turned into a lion that could triumph over even the strongest of monsters.

"Let's work carefully," she said to the other dwarves as they placed the weapons into the fire.

Using a combination of their LifeSkills as blacksmiths, they were able to create a fire strong enough to reach a very high temperature. An hour later, the weapons began to glow as they reached a temperature enough to break down their structure and slowly turn into a liquid.

Custodire and the dwarves worked with great cooperation and efficiency despite this being the first time they had ever worked with each other.

They were spurred on to do their very best by two things:

The first was that they were doing this for Atlan's sake. The second was that this was probably the only time in their lives that they would get to handle such a precious weapon. The power and the magic contained in the sword and shield were unlike anything they had ever seen and ever will see.

At first, they were incredibly slow and careful when dealing with the weapon. They struck it gently and molded it carefully. But as they continued to work on the weapons, the more and more they were incredibly inspired by its design.

They were led into the deeper secrets of Canzers and their body morphology, allowing them to work even faster than they had anticipated.

They stopped communicating and just started working. They were in a flow state where they didn't need to think about the right decision to make for the weapon, they just made it instinctively and intuitively.

Slowly, the form of the Scythe's handle was done. They just needed to get its blades created.

This was the most precarious moment of the whole forging process. After all, the blade was where all the power and strength would be stored, so any wrong movement they made could seriously compromise the weapon's effectiveness in battle.

The hours passed, with Custodire and the dwarves keeping their intense focus on the forge, making sure that there were no mistakes in their smithing.

Atlan stayed behind, watching everything unfold.

Finally, they were at the last step of their process. The whole weapon was molded into the shape of a flaming scythe.

They just needed to cool it down and let it solidify.

Custodire and the rest of the dwarves held their breaths as they watched the Scythe slowly lose its glow from the heat.

If it successfully cooled down without breaking into pieces, then they would know that they finished creating this masterful weapon.

If it broke then, that was it. There would be no do-overs.

CRACK…

Unfortunately, it seemed that their craftsmanship wasn't enough to fully mold the sword and shield into a scythe without breaking it down.

Custodire and the dwarves panicked, but they knew that they could do nothing else.

They thought everything was over.

But just then, Atlan felt a tug on his shirt. He looked down and saw his chest plate was trying to get out of his body and meld into the scythe!