Grim Reaper in the Apocalypse: Reaping Immortals

Meanwhile, Obek lay on the chariot with blood pouring down his face. The pain he felt from his body aching from the inside and out couldn\'t be compared to the mental damage he got from fighting Atlan.

His lost SoulTime could always be recovered, but his psyche and pride were completely destroyed. That can\'t be fixed.

It was only now that he realized how strong that porter was.

That immense strength couldn\'t be explained just by his physique LifeSkill. It was simply too domineering, as if all the strength he had paled in comparison to Atlan\'s power. Their power should only be equal to each other given that they were both in the 2nd stage Student realm. Yet, Obek\'s severe injuries proved that comparing power realms was useless.

And that wasn\'t even the worst part. He found out the hard way that just because someone had no damage-dealing LifeSkill, didn\'t mean that they couldn\'t fight.

Atlan was a genius. There was no other way to explain it. In just a minute of fighting, he was able to dismantle Obek\'s whole fighting style as if it were a Jenga tower. After exchanging just a few moves, Atlan was able to calculate what moves he was going to make next and dodge accordingly.

Not only that, Atlan was able to completely copy his fighting style too! It was truly absurd.

Obek was completely and utterly defeated, outclassed in every way.

He watched Atlan\'s fading figure in the distance.

With how fast he was going, Obek was now certain of it. Atlan purposefully fought him to show him the difference in power between them.

His Giraffe-Horse was the fastest Canzer Obek had ever seen. And with how easily he overtook the others, Obek was sure that Atlan could have easily just slipped past him and avoided the whole fight.

But instead, he purposely slowed down and engaged in a fight with Obek.

For what reason, Obek didn\'t know. Did he want to show me how foolish I was in thinking I was better than him? Or did he simply want to fight someone to further learn more fighting styles? Maybe even both…

"I\'m useless," Obek muttered to himself.

Just then, he suddenly heard mandibles clicking in front of him. He saw the Fly-Horse Canzer looking at him with menacing eyes. It wanted revenge, and it wanted it now.

Obek had no energy left to compete in this competition anymore. He didn\'t care if he lost, he just wanted to go home and recuperate from his injuries.

"I give up," he said.

It was at this point that the Pseudo Canzer should have frozen in place. It should have stopped moving entirely.

But, then Obek was surprised to see the Canzer still moving towards him. Its mandibles were clicking even faster than before as if it was excited to finally enact its revenge.

"I give up! Stand down!" he shouted.

But nothing happened. He was horrified to find out that the Canzer somehow resisted the Pocket Remedium\'s rules. It shouldn\'t be able to move!

"Stay away!" Obek crawled away from the Canzer. The fear was making him forget about the aching pain of his injuries.

He found his back against the chariot. He was cornered. He tried to grab his short sword but was alarmed to realize that the sword had fallen when he was fighting Atlan.

He quickly forced his body to ignore the pain and vault over the chariot.

But the Canzer was like a shark that smelled blood. It followed his blood trails, with its steps getting faster and faster as it got near him.

Obek got up to his feet and started to run away. He limped as he tried to separate himself from the anomaly as far as possible. But it didn\'t work. He heard its hooves go from a trot to a sprint until he could feel its breath on his neck. Terror took hold of his heart as he thought he was going to get mauled by this Canzer.

But just as its mandibles were about to chomp down on Obek\'s head, a gray, stony beam of light suddenly shined towards the Canzer. The Fly-Horse was hit directly in its face, with it immediately turning into stone and spreading all over its body.

"Are you alright?" The Olympian from before saved Obek just in time.

Obek ran towards him. "What\'s happening?!" It was at this point that he realized that the Olympian was holding his arm in pain. The man was injured, and not from racing the chariots.

The Olympian shook his head. "I don\'t know. The moment those blinders came off, all of our mounts suddenly lost control. And they can\'t be frozen. Somehow, the safety mechanism in the Pocket Dimension malfunctioned."

"Is that even possible?" As far as Obek knew, this never happened. Pseudo Canzers always froze whenever they were about to cause fatal damage to anyone in the Remedium.

"As it turns out, it is."

"What are we going to do?"

The Olympian looked forward and still saw the other chariots still racing ahead. They were all too focused on the race to even notice that something was wrong.

"We should cancel the competition and warn Razer about this. It\'s getting weird."

Obek immediately agreed. But there was just one single problem. "How?"

The Olympian went silent. They didn\'t know how they were going to convey this to the other competitors. They were too far away. And since they were all in last place, they had no chance of catching up to the others to try and warn them.

"Let\'s leave the Remedium first and report this to the authorities."

Just then, they heard rumbling come from the Colosseum.

Both of their eyes went wide when they suddenly saw about a thousand more Horse Canzers running towards them at top speeds. They were trapped.