KangarooCruz

Gods and Myths rule over the lands on Earth. They give their citizens food, security, abundance, and most of all…Immortality.

In exchange, humans went over the 4th Dimension and killed Canzers, the monsters that threaten the sanctity of the God's dimension. They are called Saviors.

At 18yrs old, Atlan finally gained a chance to become a Savior. But…he inadvertently gained the powers of the God of Death. 

Was it useful in a world of immortality?

Yes. Nobody knew that when Atlan overthrew the Grim Reaper, an apocalypse would doom the world.

Humanity lost its immortality. Ordinary people, Saviors, and even Gods could die now.

[You have witnessed the extinction of Angels]

[10-star rarity Angelic Genus acquired!]
[Your Bloodline has evolved to Angelic Reaper of Gods]

[You have reaped the deaths of 10,000 Angels]
[You have gained 1,000,000 Upgrade Points]
[You have gained 10,000 experience]

[Lightspeed Angel Wings body mutation acquired!]



[You have reaped the death of the First Savior]

[10x Level Booster trait acquired!]
[SSS class Apocalyptic Hellfire acquired]

Grim Reaper in the Apocalypse: Reaping Immortals

This silver projectile was almost microscopic compared to the sheer size of the colossal Humanoid Wolf. It was almost imperceptible. But the sharp eyes and instincts of the Canzer allowed it to see the oncoming projectile with ease.

It looked at the puny humans below and saw that it came from none of them. If it was, then it wouldn't have been this weak. The Canzer followed the trajectory of the silver bullet as it arced through the air and knew that it was headed straight for its head.

Even though it was fast, for Canzers and Saviors of this level, it was as slow as a snail. The power behind it was almost non-existent as it lost most of its power just traveling at such great distances. There was no magic or special power bestowed on the projectile, just pure brute strength.

The Canzer almost couldn't believe that the humans thought that this pathetic attack would even scratch its majestic body. It wouldn't even get past a single fur.

Hubris