Grim Reaper in the Apocalypse: Reaping Immortals Chapter 259 Finding the boar

Now that he found the root of the problem, Atlan simply stopped using the False Mutation of his Angel Wings.

"Sorry, Atlan. We don't know what's causing—WHAT?! How?!"

From Carmine's perspective, Atlan's slow descent into the black water suddenly stopped and was now pushing him upwards! It was as if the Redium was trying to vomit him out now that it no longer liked the taste he was giving out.

Without the Angel power coating his whole body, then the Redium no longer wanted to consu him.

"What happened?" Carmine asked.

Atlan lied, "I don't know."

The Redium's upwards push on his body counteracted even his battle suit's imnse weight. He was airborne for a few monts until he landed on the opposite side of the black water.

"Well, lucky us that this happened. I apologize. We should have been able to find the cause of that problem."

"It's fine. Don't worry about it. I'll focus on finding the boar for now."

The magical arrow had already returned to his side. And it went back to pointing in a single direction. This ant that the boar ran away and was already far away enough for its movents to not register.

It must have been spooked by Atlan's movents.

For him to hunt this boar, he had to make as little noise as possible. After all, he had no bow and arrow like the Huntsman; he only had his two fists and his clever mind as his weapons to hunt it.

Not to ntion the fact that he moved extrely slowly, the only way he'd be able to hunt the boar was if he was able to approach it at an extrely close distance without it noticing anything.

If he could use his other LifeSkills and mutations, it would be easy. Unfortunately, he was stuck with only his Physique LifeSkill by his side.

"Don't worry, this boar is only a normal animal. It doesn't have any special powers and you can hunt it like normal. Your Physique LifeSkill should be sufficient to triumph over it. But I will warn you again. The Huntsman will not stand back as you pick out its weakness.

It will stop treating you as entertainnt and start looking at you as prey. Then, the hunt begins."

Atlan didn't have to be reminded, the Huntsman did it for him. He heard another word from the Canzer that it would be targeting his head again. As usual, he turned his head to the side and dodged the arrow. Now that he'd been getting hit by those arrows for a couple of tis already, he was getting used to the montum and was able to completely dodge the attacks.

It was a good thing. He didn't want his first line of defense to be broken so easily.

Atlan followed the arrow's direction until he suddenly saw it shoot off into the distance. The boar was near! He imdiately walked forward with a faster stride. He didn't want the boar to get away this ti.

The arrow stopped going forward and pointed down, showing precisely where the boar's location was. Other people would have gotten excited, making their heartbeat elevated and their breathing heavy. The likelihood of human error increased as humans got more and more excited.

Atlan would have been subjected to that too, if it weren't for his SSS class Physique LifeSkill. It gave him complete control of his own body, making his heartbeat and breathing as low as possible.

From Carmine's perspective, Atlan seed to have turned into stone; he didn't move.

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But in truth, Atlan was slowly walking forwards with a pace much slower than a snail.

Although it was extrely slow, Atlan didn't want the boar to escape again. He would rather waste a few more minutes than have the boar burst out into a run again.

And after a few minutes, his patience paid off. He finally saw a sliver of a black sillhouete right in front of him. The arrow pointing directly below it was an indication that his guess was right.

Finally, he saw the real thing. It had a big snout, with two tusks on its side. It grazed on the dead grass around the damp soil and minded its own business just like a normal animal would have.

He even looked at it with his Thermal Vision and saw that it had a normal structure with a normal boar. There was nothing special with this animal, nor was there anything magical on it. It wasn't like the lifeless trees and animated golems in the Redium. This one looked like it was plucked out of the real world and lived entirely to cope in the Redium.

And because of his careful approach, the boar was none the wiser that Atlan was already hot on its tail. Step by step, his pace beca even slower. As he got too close to the boar, almost enough for him to grab it at arm's length, he slowed down to a stand still.

At this point, he knew that any movent would get noticed by the boar no matter how careful he got. The best way to go about this was to let the boar co to him.

This was a waiting ga—with a ti limit. It would only be a matter of ti until his human scent wafted off to the boar's snout.

Co on, co on, Atlan thought to himself.

After a few seconds, he had enough and knew that he had to do sothing.

He picked out a small piece of chitinous armor from his battle suit, about as big as his fingernails, and tossed it forwards.

tuk…

That slight sound was like an alarm in the boar's ear. It alerted it of a potential threat right in front of itself. Its instincts took over and it imdiately turned around and readied to bolt.

But it didn't know that it would be walking straight into the arms of Atlan.

The only thing he had to do was dive down and catch the boar with his bare hands.

But just then, a very noisy and slow arrow whizzed and penetrated through the fog.