An slowly took Scythe''s handle, taking it out of the air and letting all of its weight fall into his hands. And as soon as he did, he felt the Scythe try to pull him down to the very ground.


    He was surprised! The Scythe was trying to test him if he was worthy of bing its owner.


    The Scythe increased its weight, almost a thousand tons weighing down on An''s hands.


    But the Scythe didn''t know who it was dealing with. An was originally a porter, with a physical strength unlike this world had ever seen. Not only that, he had an SSS ss Grim Reaper Physique LifeSkill that allowed him to harness death energy to be physical strength.


    He slowly lifted the Scythe and swung it around casually, as it weighed nothing more than a few kilograms!


    The Scythe was surprised and tried to fight against An''s power by increasing the fire in its des. But it was no use. An was able to handle the Scythe without any problem at all.


    He would have been able to do this even before he had his transformation into a demigod of death. So, the Scythe truly had no chance of trying to intimidate and test him. There was no way it was going to win against An in a contest of strength.


    The Scythe seemed to have realized this and started to use a different approach. Its reddish mes, which seemed to have been caught from the very hell itself, suddenly became brighter and spread itself down to the handle.


    It was trying to see if An was going to burn!


    But of course, An held the handle even as it got burned with fire.


    An could harness the Apocalyptic Hellfire itself! There was no way he was going to get burned by a small campfire.


    "Had enough?" he asked the Scythe.


    And the Scythe, realizing its loss, immediately tamed down and lost all its fire.


    Then, it floated out of its hands and jumped up and down, like a very loyal puppy.


    "Good. We''ll be working together from now on, so it would have been awkward if you kept trying to test me," An said.


    The Scythe, knowing that An was slightly annoyed that he was tested, immediately started to endear to An by acting like a lost puppy.


    Anughed, making the Scythe happy. Then, it voluntarily ced itself on An''s back, making itself smaller, waiting for the right time when An would need its help and it would expand to its full size.


    "This is beyond my expectations. Thank you for making my new weapon," An said to Custodire and the dwarves. He even bowed towards them to show his respect.


    "No, no, we did nothing. The Scythe would have been destroyed if the semi-sentient chestte had not moved and sacrificed itself," Custodire said, waving her hands in An''s thanks.


    She didn''t feel as if she deserved his thanks. As a cksmith, she had failed. She was supposed to have been able to handle all kinds of materials, but this was something that she could not handle.


    "Do not thank us, Star Porter. We helped you because of our debt. But now, it seems like we also owe you another debt. We have learned a lot from making the Scythe, so do not thank us. We have to thank you," the dwarves said.


    In response, An shook his head. "No, if it weren''t for all of you, I wouldn''t have my Scythe, in and simple. I''m sure that if I had gone to any other cksmith, they wouldn''t have been able to make a Scythe in the first ce," he said to them.


    An thanked them again before leaving Custodire''s smithy.


    Now that he had his weapon, it was time for him to search for more Canzers to interrogate.


    Just like the Enchanted Queen said, they needed to find more clues about this mysterious object that could blur the lines between reality and Remedium.


    And just in time, An felt a surge of death energying from the southern direction.


    He looked over and saw death particles almost flooding the very streets.


    An took out his Angel Wings and immediately teleported over there.


    And as soon as he reappeared, he suddenly felt the whole ground shaking wildly, as if there was a war going on underground.


    He was in a Symptom!


    This meant that there was a Canzer wreaking havoc inside the Remedium right now.


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    An looked to his left and saw that there was a collection of Saviors standing around and preparing for the mission.


    He walked over to them, and they immediately noticed him.


    "Huh? Student Savior, why haven''t you evacuated yet? Get out of the Symptom!"


    Their leader gestured for An toe towards them, and he did.@@novelbin@@


    An looked at their epaulet and saw that they were Pre-Intern Saviors, which meant that they were a realm above Student-level Saviors.


    Right now, they all thought he was a Student-level Savior because of the epaulet on his shoulders.


    However, one of them seemed to have recognized An''s face.


    "Hey, wait a minute. Isn''t he the Star Porter?"


    As soon as the guy said that, the whole team looked at An and scrutinized his features. Only then did a sh of recognition breeze past their faces.


    "Oh, the Star Porter from the stories? The one who is rumored to have defeated a Specialist-level Canzer all by himself?"


    The rumor about An defeating the Basilisk had already spread far and wide. And it seemed to have reached this group as well.


    However, it was clear from their expressions that they didn''t believe an inch of the rumors. After all, they were Pre-Intern Saviors. They were above Student-level Saviors like An, and they knew that fighting against a Specialist-level Canzer was way beyond their strength.


    So, they had no other choice but to treat the rumors as nothing but lies.


    Just then, the earthquake seemed to have gotten worse and worse. There was now arge fissure growing in the middle of the road, slowly spreading outwards and starting to affect the other streets.


    "Damn it! We don''t have time. We need to get to the Remedium right now!" shouted the leader.


    "But, we still don''t have a porter!"


    And as soon as one of them said that, they all looked at An, the Star Porter.