Grim Reaper in the Apocalypse: Reaping Immortals

The huntsman was a bona fide Specialist Canzer. It wasn't the likes of the seven puppets, who were admittedly strong, but objectively weaker than real Canzers like the huntsman.

The White Canzer relied on the seven puppets to dispose of its enemies, while the Huntsman relied solely on its skill.

It means that it basically had the same power and strength as the seven puppets combined!

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Yet somehow, Atlan was able to dodge its attacks and barely get off with just a scratch. Sure, they were normal attacks without any power, but that was still a feat that no Student could ever hope to achieve.

It was as if Atlan knew where the arrow was going before it was fired.

'Impressive human…I'll hunt your legs this time.'

Of course, everything was easier when the Canzer itself was broadcasting its next moves to Atlan without knowing about it. He wouldn't have even been able to react to its attack if he didn't hear about it.

But it was only a matter of time until the Canzer decided that enough was enough. It wouldn't hold back anymore. Atlan had to find a way to escape his fate of becoming mere prey in front of the Huntsman.

"Can you tell me more about this Huntsman? What is its weakness?" Atlan said as an arrow scraped by his left knee.

"First of all, run. That's the only thing you can do with a Canzer of this caliber. But to do that, you need to find its weakness.

The Huntsman is a skilled sniper with the capabilities rivaling that of our greatest sharpshooter in the City—perhaps even better. It mainly uses a bow and an arrow, but will resort to using a crossbow once it is backed into a corner. It uses the fog in the dark forest to its advantage, never letting its prey take a glimpse of its true body.

The only thing they'll see is an arrow stuck to their heart.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

It is a Destruction type Canzer, which means that it can regenerate endlessly without the use of an Operator construct. I know the recipe to make it, but it will be useless to you. You'd need to damage the Huntsman by a large degree before the construct can take effect.

Instead, what you should focus on is a way to escape. Fortunately, I know just how to do it."

Atlan dodged another arrow directed at his head, but this time, it was able to pierce through his left ear, taking a year and a half of SoulTime with it.

He didn't stop and continued to move forward to try and escape from the Huntsman, but it was no use. Atlan couldn't see anything past a meter into the fog while the Huntsman seemed to have full clear vision of the whole dark forest. He wasn't going to escape with normal means.

"I would appreciate it if you told me how to escape it right now!"

Atlan lifted his leg, but another arrow shot towards the calf. It was a perfect hit, cracking the chitin armor on his battle suit.

"You will need a boar's heart. If you have that object, the Huntsman will not be able to look at you and you will have a chance to escape."

"A boar's heart? Why?"

It seemed random. Why would a huntsman, who hunted animals like boars or deers for a living, be afraid of a boar's heart so much that it wouldn't even be able to look at someone?

"It's complicated. The lore on this Huntsman runs deep. Are you sure you have the luxury to listen to such a story?"

Atlan was currently bombarded with arrows left and right. Slowly, his battle suit was being inundated with scratches and cracks from all the arrows the Huntsman fired at him.

The only reason he was able to last this long was because he listened to the Canzer's words, which gave him the necessary foresight to dodge before the arrow was even fired. That was how he overcame his weakness in speed.

If he continued to listen to Carmine's story, he might get too distracted to listen for the Canzer's words. If that happened, then he can be sure that he'd learn that lesson with an arrow sticking out of his chest.

"Tell me. I need to know."

He decided that listening to the Huntsman's story was worth the risk. It could give him valuable pieces of information that he could fully use to his advantage. After all, he can both listen and talk to Canzers.

And as with the shy Canzer, he has figured out that even these Specialist-level Canzers were more than susceptible to some emotional manipulation. If he could find the Huntsman's weak point, he could use it to give himself time to escape.

"So be it. The story starts with the Huntsman in the forest…"

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The chitinous being wearing camouflage clothes walked through a green and luscious forest. He had a quiet temperament and only moved when the surroundings moved. It was his way to conceal himself.

He had a bow and a half-notched arrow in his hands as he bent down and looked at the patch of grass right next to a tree's roots.

He plucked a few blades and tossed them in the air. The wind blew and took them further up ahead.

"The boar's this way."

He could tell just by how the grass was indented that the boar walked past this specific patch of land just a few minutes ago. He was sure that if he walked in a straight line for a few minutes, he would see his prized boar.

He readied his bow and walked forward through the darkening forest.

As he got nearer to the boar's estimated location, he suddenly heard a rustling sound on the bush right in front of him. He immediately stopped walking and squatted down.

His breathing got slower and slower as if his entire being had become stone. Then, he stretched his arms and readied a full-powered shot.

Sorry, boar. I need sustenance for my mission.

Once he was ready, he stood up and aimed at his target's head. The bush shook from his appearance, startling the birds perched high up on the trees.

But instead of seeing an animalistic swine, he saw a beautiful maiden with snowy white chitin wearing a dress befitting only a royal princess.