Grim Reaper in the Apocalypse: Reaping Immortals

Yasmine was surprised by this sudden attack. She thought that Razer would try to attack her, not her mount.

She was just winding up her flaming dragon in her sword but the shockwave already knocked off the blinders in her steed. It was too fast for her. She finally realized the gap between them even if it was only a one-stage difference in power realms. Even though it looked like the gap was close, Yasmine felt like she was looking at a deep abyss that she could never cross.

The blinders! Yasmine broke herself out of her stupor and realized that the blinders got blasted out of her mount.

Now that Razer took care of his only competitor, he quickly pulled forward and took first place. Yasmine didn't want to let him go that easily, but she reminded herself that without those blinders, she wouldn't be able to control her Canzer.

The moment that she couldn't catch it out of the air was the moment that she lost the race.

She would be forced to watch others pass by her as her mount refused to pull the chariot forward.

She couldn't let that happen.

Even though the chariot was still going forward at fast speeds due to the momentum, Yasmine jumped and tried to reach for the blinders passing by her.

She slowly inched forward with her outstretched hand. But then she realized that at the rate the blinders were going away from her, she wouldn't be able to catch it unless she jumped out of the chariot.

Yasmine didn't hesitate to push herself out of her chariot, when all of a sudden, she saw another hand reach for the blinders and catch it in mid-air before she could even grab it!

Their hands touched.

She looked up and her heart skipped a beat. How is he here?

Riding his chariot, with his short black hair flowing freely in the air, Atlan grabbed the blinders and smiled at her.

"Excuse me, miss. I think you dropped this."

Atlan grabbed the reins and moved his wooden chariot closer to her silver chariot. He moved it close just enough for their wheels to barely graze past each other.

Yasmine felt the reverberations in her chariot and it broke her out of her dazedness. She almost thought she was dreaming. How else would she see Atlan, a porter, up in 3rd place right next to her? This would have meant that he was able to fight through the other geniuses from Mount Olympus and come out on top.

But that's impossible, right? After all, a porter didn't have any fighting capabilities.

"Hey Mine. Make sure to not lose this again. The Canzers are malfunctioning and they can't be controlled. There's already a horde of thousands of Canzers running behind us. Just make sure to run the track and go back to the Colosseum as fast as possible."

Atlan's mouth was saying a lot of words, but Yasmine didn't understand anything he said after he called her 'Mine.'

People always called her Yasmine, or maybe Yas, but never Mine.

It was just a name, but somehow, the way Atlan said it made her heart skip a beat. It made her feel as if her name was much more special than it was. Her body turned hot but it wasn't caused by the manifestation of her flaming dragon. She even looked at her sword to confirm. So why do I feel so feverish? Is something wrong with me?

"Are you alright?" Atlan moved closer to her.

And there it was again. Yasmine felt her heart skip a beat.

Anger welled up inside her. The warrior inside her was furious at Atlan. He was so much more talented than what she thought, threateningly so. She was even more intimidated by his talent than Razer! Perhaps it was because he was a porter who was able to transcend his limitations that made her feel that he was so much better than her.

That couldn't happen. The competitive side within her couldn't let herself admit that someone was better than her.

She wanted nothing more than to strangle him. But at the same time, there was a part of her that felt like she would overheat just from the fact that she was touching him.

There was a part of her that thought that maybe…

No!

Yasmine snatched the blinders off his hands and turned her head away from him. She didn't want him to see how beet red her face looked..

"Thank you. Now, get out," she said coldly.

She must still be upset that she lost against Razer.

Atlan didn't think that she was mad at him. After all, he didn't even do anything wrong. He even helped her stay in this race by giving her the blinders.

But now that she knew about the looming threat of the Canzers, she would stop competing and start worrying about how to get out of this Pocket Remedium.

He didn't know that she didn't listen to anything he said. And it was all because he suddenly thought up a nickname for her.

With nothing left to say, Atlan whipped the reins and ordered his Canzer to run forward. There was just one more person left he had to warn, and it was the person that everybody thought was the strongest person in this Pocket Dimension.

Yasmine watched his chariot rocket out ahead of her with no trouble whatsoever. She couldn't even catch up to him even if she controlled her mount again.

Just then, out of the corner of her eyes, she saw Sola and her golden chariot race next to her.
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She had her eyes on Atlan and it looked like she was going to chase after him.

Yasmine immediately raised her sword and created a flaming dragon. This time, the dragon seemed to show an angry expression.

It soared through the air towards the unsuspecting Sola.

The Olympian woman quickly used her mutation and created a protective wax around her to protect her from the fire.

"Calm down. I'm not here to continue the race. Didn't he tell you what's happening?"

Yasmine was about to say something else when she heard the sounds of thousands of hoofbeats running through the streets. She looked back and finally saw the horde.