Grim Reaper in the Apocalypse: Reaping Immortals

"Give that back to me!" screamed the White Canzer, becoming increasingly even more feral. No matter how much she tried to control her face to seem attractive to Atlan, she could not hide the panic in her eyebrows.

Atlan held the mirror in his hands. No matter how much he looked at it, he could not see any sign of magical powers inside it. Even when he used his Thermal Vision, there seemed to be nothing special with this mirror; it was an ordinary object.

"What is this?" he asked the White Canzer.

"It's—it's nothing! I just need the mirror so that I can look at myself all the time!" she said.

But Atlan wasn't convinced. Throughout all this time, even when the White Canzer was obsessing with her looks, she never once took out her hand mirror from her dress and looked at herself.

Not only that, she would rather experience death from his Cherubic Retribution rather than let this hand mirror get affected by it.

He was sure that this mirror was the White Canzer's weakness. He just wasn't sure what to do with it.

"This is your weakness, isn't it?" Atlan asked directly.

The White Canzer tried to hide her grasp, but her surprised expression betrayed her true emotions. It was clear as day that the mirror truly was her weakness.

"Please give it back. I'll do anything you want, just return it to me," she pleaded, but Atlan liked the fact that he held her fate in his hands.

"What is your weakness? If you tell me the truth, then I will return it to you and we can part ways forever."

The White Canzer looked Atlan in the eyes, trying to judge if his words were true. But all she could see was a stone-cold face that showed no indication of his true thoughts.

She knew that Atlan was not the type of human that she could seduce. Even though her body was now that of a human, Atlan showed no sign of being attracted to her. This meant that she could not manipulate him like she did the others.

Atlan could see the conflict in the White Canzer's eyes. She was trying to decide if she should tell the truth, or obfuscate it.

"Okay! Okay! I'll tell the truth. That mirror is deeply precious to me. It is the only object that ties me to my true lineage.

You do not know this, but I was a bastard princess. My mother was not the original Queen and was born as a pauper, which meant that I was not a pureblooded royal. The rest of the court hated me because of me, even the King and my step-sister.

They tormented me and made my life a living hell. They even killed my mother in front of my arms!

My mother gave me that mirror as she died in my hands. She told me to rule the kingdom with my beauty.

And to do that, she cast a spell on me.

I must face a mirror and recite the words: Mirror, mirror on the wall, who is the fairest of them all?

As long as I say those words, then my transcending beauty will never fade. This will allow me to conquer the cruel kingdom and turn it into something beautiful. I will get rid of everything corrupt, cruel, and discriminatory!"

Atlan listened to the White Canzer's words. He took everything she said with a grain of salt. After all, she didn't have a great track record about telling the truth.

"So, according to your story, this mirror isn't anything special. As long as you face a mirror and recite those words, you can keep your beauty?'

The White Canzer nodded profusely. She moved closer to Atlan and kneeled in front of him.

"That is the truth, sir human. The reason why I want that mirror returned to me is because it is a reminder of my past.

You're not so cruel as to deprive me of that, are you?"

Atlan looked at the mirror in his hands. Just like she said, it didn't have anything special hidden inside it, no matter how much he inspected it.

And if the White Canzer was telling the truth, then Atlan was inclined to return the mirror to her.

But of course, Atlan didn't believe her lies for a single second.

Wait a minute…this is not the first time I held a Canzer's weakness, have I?

Atlan thought back to the time when he held the boar's heart in his hands. That object was nothing special too, yet it was able to prevent the Huntsman from chasing after Atlan.

Could this be the same thing?

If the two of them were the same thing, then that only meant one thing. The White Canzer was also running away from someone. And that mirror prevented them from hunting her down.

Atlan finally made a decision.

"You should have just told me the truth. I would have stuck to my word."

He raised the mirror in the air and chucked it down to the ground.

The White Canzer's world seemed to have broken down into pieces as soon as the mirror shattered into the ice.
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She couldn't believe it.

"Wh…what…WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!" she shrieked at Atlan. "Do you know what you've unleashed into the world?! I'm dead…You're dead…we're all dead, you hear me?"

She started pacing back and forth, biting her nails at the inevitable that was about to happen.

She slapped her head multiple times, creating cuts on her cheeks. But even that wasn't enough. She kneeled on the ground and knocked her head on the ice until blood poured out into a pool below her.

"Get me out of this dream!" she screamed.

CRASH!

Finally, the whole world cracked and shattered into a million pieces. Atlan saw the whole dreamscape disappear, finally showing the real world around him.

He looked forward and saw the White Canzer, who was back to her chitinous body, jump into the arms of the Prince.

'What's wrong?'

he asked.

'She's coming!'