Grim Reaper in the Apocalypse: Reaping Immortals

Only a few days had passed since that fateful day, but everything had completely changed in Genesis City.

Everything used to be free. Water, food, and even housing could be gained only by virtue of becoming a citizen of Genesis City. Anyone who became part of this city would gain everything they needed to survive without worrying about anything else for their infinite life.

And if you wanted something more back then, then you would need to prove your worth to the City by performing a great merit. If you want a bigger house, then you must give the City your services like distributing food or tending to the crops.

It was a paradise.

However, now that everyone found out that they could die, that paradise was shattered and replaced by a cruel reality.

People started to charge everyone for their services. If they wanted to drink water, then they had to pay the workers who gathered water with their SoulTime.

And if they wanted to buy food to eat, then they would have given their SoulTime to the farmers and the herders who took care of all the animals.

Atlan slowly walked through the streets of Genesis City and felt the change in everyone's expression.

There seemed to be a hidden anger within everyone, as if this life that they were so hell-bent on keeping, was not as enjoyable as they wanted.

"Are you kidding me? A month's worth of SoulTime for this little burger? At least give me a bigger bun!"

"Honey, we can't buy that dress you want. It costs a year of SoulTime, and we barely have enough to keep eating for the week."

"If you don't have any SoulTime to spend, then you can't stay in this house! Pay your rent!"

The world had gone to become more cruel. Those with more SoulTime became much more powerful, as they were able to control those that did not have any SoulTime in their Soul Systems.

For example, those with more Soul Time to spend immediately started buying out all the apartments and houses in their vicinity. Then, they started taking rent from the inhabitants by asking for exorbitant amounts of SoulTime.

The inhabitants could only keep their mouths shut and pay the price. After all, if they were kicked out of their homes, then they would have nowhere else to turn to.

And perhaps, the most revered citizens of the City became the Saviors.

After all, they were the ones with the most Soul Time in the entire City.

The SoulTime they gained from their missions led them to have thousands upon thousands of years left in their lifespans.

They were called Thousandairs, for they had thousands of years left in their SoulTime.

The top of the very top, the Specialist level Saviors, were the ones who were most revered. After all, they were the ones who were paid the most during their missions.

But even the Student Saviors were becoming a part of the higher echelon of the City.

Even though the SoulTime they were paid from missions wasn't all that much compared to Specialist-level Saviors, they were still so much more than the normal citizens were earning during their daily lives.

This led a lot of parents to ask for their child to be taught how to become a Savior.

The Saviors, of course, accepted this tutoring job in exchange for SoulTime. Of course, the better the Savior, the more SoulTime their time was worth.

Just a few days earlier, all citizens were extremely mad at the Saviors. They were blaming them for the church's explosion and the loss of immortality.

But everyone seemed to have quickly forgotten that once the currency of SoulTime was introduced in the City.

That was due to the fact that some Specialist-level Saviors donated some of their SoulTime to everyone in the City.

In everyone's desperation, they quickly forgot their anger at the Saviors and even thanked them for their generosity.

After all, although Saviors were still saviors. They were doing their job and protecting the City from being destroyed by Canzers.

There was one particular incident about two days after the explosion of the church that completely changed the perception of Saviors in the eyes of the normal citizens of Genesis City.

A symptom had arrived in one of the districts, creating a tremendous earthquake that continued to ravage the buildings in the streets.

Not only that, the earthquake seemed to spread larger and larger from its original position, threatening to damage the other districts.

The original earthquake already took a substantial amount of SoulTime from a lot of people, with some completely dying from the incident. And if the symptom continued to spread, then more and more people would be affected and lose their SoulTime—or worse, lose their lives.

But thanks to the timely help of some Saviors, the symptom was quickly taken care of, turning the City into normal once again.
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After their return to the real world, the citizens clapped and praised the Saviors who saved their lives.

Even though this incident was routine, and nothing more special than the ones that happened before the incident, their help became so much more impactful now that the citizens knew that they could die if the Saviors hadn't done their job.

And as the days passed, more symptoms occurred, leading the citizens to depend on the Saviors for help.

So, in a matter of a few days, the whole situation was turned around. Saviors were once again saviors.

Of course, there were still a handful of people who retained an extreme hatred for the Saviors, but anyone who publicly showed their resentment for the Saviors was ostracized.

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Atlan was walking around the streets of Genesis City, deep in thought about his next plans, when someone accidentally bumped into him, causing that someone to crash to the ground.

Atlan's physical strength had reached tremendous levels, probably even higher than Specialist-level Saviors. So, anyone who bumps into him would experience something akin to being hit by a truck.

"What the fuck? Watch where you're going, prick! Don't you know who I am? Look at my SoulTime. You can't treat me like this."