Grim Reaper in the Apocalypse: Reaping Immortals

Despite not a lot of people believing the stories about the Star Porter's true strength, it soon spread to the different Savior communities.

Some treated it as nothing more than hearsay, some treated it as if it had a kernel of truth hidden within the stories, while some treated it as a challenge, as if they wanted to prove to the City that Atlan was not as strong as they said he was.

Of course, Atlan didn't care about any of that.

He walked through the streets of the Masamune District, where the commerce of the City was at its highest. Everyone was far too busy either selling their wares at a very high Soul Time price, or trying to get those prices down to somewhere they could afford.

The last time he was here, it wasn't this hectic. Sure, there was a lot of shouting and bartering, but now, it seemed as if it became a battlefield itself.

The customers, who were supposed to work together, were now fighting against each other.

For example, one of the vendors wanted to sell the full metal armor in his stock for at least 20 years. Of course, this price was far too much for one customer and tried to get it down to just 15 years of Soul Time.

However, since this was quite a popular product, other customers also wanted to buy the full metal armor. Now, they would try to barter with the vendor to get it in just 16 years.
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Of course, the other customer wanted the armor as well. So, he would be forced to increase his bid as well.

"Fine! I'll buy it for 16.5 years."

"I'll buy it for 17 years!"

Now, this may have seemed good for the vendor. Unfortunately for him, he wasn't the only one who was selling the steel armor.

"I'll sell my armor for 19 years!"

The other vendor was clearly trying to get the customers to his side of the street. And of course, since his price was a lot smaller, a lot of the customers who bid for the original vendor's product immediately switched to the other vendor.

This would force the original vendor to lessen his original price as well just to be able to compete with his competitor's prices.

"You can have it for yourself for just 18 years!"

It was a total bloodbath, especially since they were all bartering in exchange for more Soul Time, which was their lifespan.

This was why the commerce and market were much more brutal this time around. After all, they were dealing with their own lives now.

Back then, people just ignored these vendors. After all, they could get whatever they wanted without buying it.

Back in the days of immortality in Genesis City, anyone could get anything without having to pay for it. They could get water, food, housing, and other such amenities for free just by being a citizen of Genesis City alone.

Now, they had to pay for it with their own life.

And previously, the only ones who bought armor and weapons were those who were Saviors, or at least training to become one.

After all, the civilians had no reason to purchase any defensive or offensive artifacts for themselves. After all, they were immortal. And not only that, there was no such danger here in the real world.

But now, they had a reason to protect themselves. There were a lot of desperate people who resorted to killing and stealing other people's Soul Time from others. Because of that, it became normal for people to carry weapons around to protect themselves.

And if people found out that Canzers could now kidnap humans and forcefully bring them to the Remedium, then they would fully panic even more than they were doing right now. Thankfully, the HeadQuarters had the good thinking to prevent the news from spreading. Or else, they would be faced with another riot from the whole City.

Meanwhile, Atlan continued to stroll through the busy streets. For him, he didn't have to worry about his Soul Time.

After all, as people shed away a second of their lives for every second they were alive, Atlan was able to siphon off that death energy and use it for himself.

However, he still felt like he needed a weapon of his own. There were a lot of weird things happening in the Canzer world. And he wouldn't feel satisfied if he didn't have the proper weapons to fight against those forces of evil.

Right now, he had two weapons, the Sword and the Shield that the three good fairies gave him.

These were pretty good weapons, all things considered. It was probably the best thing anyone could have ever wanted.

However, Atlan felt as if it didn't fit him quite right. His hands felt awkward when holding those two weapons.

So, he wanted to seek the help of his good friend Custodire, who was a specialist blacksmith. She was probably the only one who could help him with his problem.

When he finally arrived at her store, he was surprised to see it already full of people. There were dwarves and humans alike, crowded themselves in her store as they looked at her wares.

And since Custodire was one of the premier blacksmiths in the City, her weapons were very much highly sought after within the Savior community. That meant that the prices she had to put on the weapons reached the high hundreds or even thousands of years of Soul Time.

"Miss Custodire. Please, my boss is willing to offer you a thousand years of Soul Time if you custom-make his weapons," one human wearing a formal black suit and tie said.

"No can do. Can't you see I'm extremely busy? There are much more important things to do than to make the weapon of an Intern-level Savior," Custodire said, her eyes never leaving the metal in her hands as she slammed it with a hammer.