Grim Reaper in the Apocalypse: Reaping Immortals

The White Canzer's body lay face up. Even though it was dead, the Huntsman couldn't help but admit to himself that her beauty was something that was out of this world.

Now that she wasn't spewing out lies and just laid still, she looked as beautiful as ever. She even looked like a princess that was worthy of being saved.

He couldn't help but pity her. If she wasn't so wicked, the Huntsman could have even imagined a future in which he spent forever with her.

He kneeled and appreciated her beauty even more. Her white chitin stained with blood was tragic to see, but this was the only way he could get rid of the knot in his heart.

He raised his hand and slowly caressed her cheeks.

It was a moment of weakness that he was willing to put himself in.

Atlan watched this scene with confusion written on his face. The White Canzer's heart was ripped out of its chest, meaning that by all accounts, the Canzer should be dead.

However, Altan did not reap anything from her death.

Even if he hadn't contributed to the fight, he could still reap the death of a Canzer as long as they were in his vicinity.

He was definitely close enough to reap it.

So, he wondered why he hadn't received any rewards yet.

Then, it hit him. He felt goosebumps all over his skin.

What if the White Canzer isn't dead?

Just as the Huntsman was about to retract his hand, the White Canzer's eyelids opened up to show a hateful expression directed at him.

The Huntsman was so shocked that he couldn't think properly. He was frozen in time staring at the White Canzer's moving body.

She caught his hand and refused to let him go.

The Huntsman, feeling his spine tingling from the danger he put himself in, tried to pull away from her.

But it was already too late. The White Canzer's grip prevented him from moving away fast enough.

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The Huntsman felt a piercing pain in his chest. It was the kind of pain that he was all too familiar with.

He looked down, with blood leaking out of his mouth, and saw an arrow penetrating through his black chitin and directly piercing his heart.

He looked back up at the White Canzer with disbelief in his eyes.

The Huntsman soon felt a cold feeling enveloping his body. He felt numb in all his extremities as if he was losing control of his own body.

And to confirm the kill, the White Canzer twisted the arrow and further damaged the Huntsman's heart.

He was dying.

But perhaps the physical pain he was feeling was nothing compared to the emotional heartbreak in his mind.

There was a reason he never showed his face to his targets. That was because his physical strength was nothing compared to the other Specialist-level Canzers.

If he wasn't wielding his bows and firing his arrows from a long range, then he was as feeble as…the White Canzer.

That was how she was able to stab a loose arrow from the ground to his chest.

This would have never happened if he kept his distance.

But he didn't.

For all his talk about never falling for the White Canzer's tricks, the Huntsman, in the end, fell for one of her tricks.

His desire to witness her beauty one last time led him to his demise.

In truth, the Huntsman was absolutely enamored by the White Canzer the moment he saw her in the dark forest. That was the reason why he fell for her tricks and how he allowed her to live despite her crimes.

He thought he would be able to suppress those feelings and kill her without a problem.

And he did—for a brief moment when he thought she died.

But when he thought everything was done and he couldn't be tricked by her again, he let his desire control his actions. He broke his safety procedures because he wanted to see her beauty one last time.

As it turned out, the White Canzer wasn't dead. She was only pretending to be.

The Huntsman should have expected this from the queen of lies. But his infatuation towards her led him to forget this fact.

'I'm sorry, Huntsman. We could have been a good duo.'

She pushed the arrow deeper into his chest, throwing his body to the ground.

'No one knows about this, but I have two hearts. The left one is fake, and the right one is my real one. I never thought I would have to use this, but I'm glad that it saved my life.'

The Huntsman looked up at her, his chitinous mouth quivering as if he wanted to say something but was too weak to utter even a single sound.

'If you had just agreed to be my puppet, then none of this would have happened! Why did you have to be so stubborn?'

Despite her cruel words, the Huntsman, in his last moments, couldn't help but admire her beauty.

'Well, there are plenty of other Canzers in the Remedium.'

With heartless conviction, the White Canzer continuously stabbed the Huntsman's chest with his own arrows. She didn't stop even as the Huntsman took his last breath. She wanted to confirm her kill and make sure that he, too, didn't have a false heart in his body.

After a few minutes, the White Canzer's body was stained with violet blood. She no longer looked like a princess lost in the woods, but a savage animal with blood on its hands.

Atlan, witnessing everything unfold, was speechless.

Even Carmine and the rest of the Operators back in the Emergency Meeting room couldn't utter a single word. The room turned eerily silent.

[You have assisted in the death of a complex creature: Huntsman Canzer]

[Due to your Trait, you have multiplied your rewards by 10]

The notification in his Soul System all but confirmed the death of the Huntsman.

But he didn't have the luxury of looking at his new rewards. The White Canzer, after finishing off the Huntsman, turned to look at Atlan with a creepy smile on its face.

'You're next.'