Grim Reaper in the Apocalypse: Reaping Immortals

"That is not an easy request," said the elderly woman.

"I know. So is this mission."

Seeing the Elder Heads look hesitant to fulfill his wish, Atlan decided to use their words against them.

As she said, secrets were a valuable resource, and it was something that he would fully take advantage of.

"By allowing me to enroll in the University as a Scholar and an Alchemist, I'll be able to better prepare myself for my missions. Unless you can guarantee to me that no anomalies will ever happen again, then I will need all the knowledge I can get before I go on any missions.

This is a deal breaker for me. If I don't get to enroll in the University, then I will never feel at ease during my missions. I'll be helpless with another anomaly.

I would rather go to a lesser Territory if this is the case."

By mentioning the possibility of him leaving Genesis City, he put the Elder Heads in a difficult position.

He heard them talk extensively about other Territories vying to transfer him to their Territory, and how the Elder Heads were fighting against it. They wanted him to stay in Genesis City, and Atlan used that to his advantage.

The Elder Heads looked at each other, with their eyes clashing and arguing with only a simple look. It was clear that Atlan's request divided the opinions between the Elder Heads.

The elderly woman with her hair tied to a bun, and the old bald man to her right were inclined to let Atlan's request be fulfilled.

Meanwhile, at the opposite side of their side of the table, the old woman with straight hair and the old man at the furthest left was strongly against letting Atlan enroll as an Alchemist. They were already against him becoming a Scholar, but they relented because of the current situation.

The only one who stayed still was the bearded old man in the middle of the table. He kept his eyes closed as he contemplated his decision.

After a few back and forths between the two factions, those for and those against, the bearded old man decided to break the tie.

He looked at Atlan and criticized his stature.

And after a few seconds, he slowly nodded his head, letting them know that he sided with Atlan's request.

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It was three against two.

"We are letting you enroll in the University as a Scholar and an Alchemist," said the bearded old man.

This left Carmine and the rest of the Specialist Operators shocked and speechless. This was an unprecedented turn of events.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

They didn't know how their peers would react once they learned this fact. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that a riot might occur in the University to try and convince the Elder Heads to retract their decision.

There will be those who will not care that a Vanguard enrolled in the University, but there will be more who vehemently oppose it.

This was not the best time to have a Vanguard traipsing around campus and 'intruding' on the Operators' territory—especially when the tensions were at an all-time high between the 'Knives' and 'Quills'.

"You will not be given any advantages in the University. You will not be given any easier tests just because you do not know the prerequisite knowledge needed for the courses. You will be treated as an ordinary student."

"I'm fine with that."

Carmine heaved a sigh of relief. If a Vanguard was given extra points while the Operators were not, then there would definitely be violent chaos in the University.

"If that is all, then I hereby announce that this meeting is adjourned. We will be monitoring each of your preparations to ensure that everything will proceed as intended. Please leave the premises."

Ninth and her team were the first ones to leave, followed by Carmine and his team of Operators.

The last to leave were Pterina, Lizzie, and Atlan.

Before he stepped foot outside, he looked back at the five elders and saw their mouths were moving with no sound. They were having their 'secret' talk.

Of course, Atlan eavesdropped on their conversation—or at least a bit of it.

"....we need to speed up his advancement. We need to replace—"

The bearded old man's voice cut off the moment the red door to the emergency room closed. Atlan was left wondering what the rest of his sentence meant.

Speed up…my…advancement? They want me to power up quickly because they want me to replace…who?

The only person he could think of was Garuun, the Specialist Porter.

The last time he was mentioned, everyone showed a somber expression. According to the bearded old man, Garuun was unavailable to perform any mission for the foreseeable future.

Did something happen to him? Is he…dead?!

If that was true, then the consequences could be severe, not only for the entire City but for Atlan as well.

Without any proper porter at the Specialist level, then missions would always be performed by Saviors who were burdened with carrying the heavy construct.

They would need three or more Specialist-level Saviors just to carry the construct to the Remedium properly. That was a huge waste of resources, especially since those three Specialists could use their skills to fight Canzers. Instead, they'll be delegated to porters.

Is that why they want me to advance quickly? They want me to take his mantle and become a porter for high-level missions?

The more he thought about it, the more it made sense. Even the mission he was currently tasked to do, was rated at the Specialist level. The Elder Heads probably entrusted this mission to him to test out his capabilities in a high-stakes situation. If he proved himself capable, then he would get assigned even more difficult missions in the future!

Atlan didn't shy away from hard missions, but he knew his limits. Even with all his powers, he knew he wouldn't survive for even a second against Specialist level Canzers. At least, not right now.

If the Elders want him to take a mission he deems too dangerous and out-of-his-league, then he'll reject it immediately.

"Atlan, come on. We have a lot to talk about." Lizzie didn't wait a second to wait for Atlan and left the control room.

She looked mad.