Reaper's Resurgence: A System Reset LitRPG

Alexia

After transforming, I find the same notifications I had the previous time appearing in my vision without any changes from back then.

You have now entered your Incomplete True Form as a Quantum Reaper.

As the sole Quantum Reaper, you have one role to play.

The Reaper of Reality.

While in this form, you are given five special Racial Skills. However, you may only stay in this form for a few minutes if you are not acting for your role.

However, since you are merely in your Incomplete True Form, you will only receive three of your five special Racial Skills.

These skills are as follows:

Soul Reaping:

With every swing of your scythe, you take a chunk of the target’s soul out and feed it to the universe itself. Therefore any damage dealt with the Reaper’s Scythe is unhealable, regardless of what type of damage it is, who is trying to heal it, or what the damage is being done to.

Only the Reaper herself may revert the damage with her own hands.

Corruption Immunity:

As one of the Quantum Beings holding a role to the universe, you are fully immune to the corruption of the other side.

Living Singularity:

You are one of the sources of energy. A living singularity. All energy in the surroundings will be drawn to you, made to enter you, and feed your soul.

But I ignore it, along with the attacks of the vampire minions, as I charge straight at Damien and slash right through his knees. Cutting his legs off below them.

The man in question looks down for a second before roaring in anger. Which is to be expected.

I could tell throughout this entire battle, even after I transformed into my true form, that he still didn’t take me seriously. That he was being both arrogant and idiotic.

And now, as another notification appears in my vision, I feel nothing but apathy and some disgust towards the man.

You have now begun your assault on a target of the universe.

Should you eliminate the target, you will be given a single fragment of an energy core for acting within your role.

Your time limit has been removed.

Act as you please as you eliminate the target.

Well that’s convenient.

I focus on the vampire’s face again, and surprisingly, instead of fear on it, there’s nothing but anger. Almost like this guy just plain can’t feel fear or something.

And he looks very upset at that.

Very, very, upset.

I narrow my eyes ever so slightly, preparing myself for some sort of counter attack. Not that it’ll do much of anything to me.

Then he turns into blood and flies away.

I blink in surprise before staring after him for several seconds. Only for his army of vampires to continue attacking me without any damage actually being done. What with Living Singularity absorbing the majority of their magical attacks and my physical immunity making their physical attacks pass right through me.

Makes me wonder just how strong someone has to be in order to fight me in my true form.

Another quantum being, maybe?

Or someone at a higher Tier than me?

I wonder how I would’ve fared against that lupin parasite in this form?

Either way, I begin flying through the air to chase after the ancient vampire. But the man suddenly splits up into multiple different directions, still in the form of nothing but blood.

Seriously? All of that arrogance, all that anger, and he runs? Doesn’t even fight, but just plain runs the moment he is hit by my first attack?

I’m starting to understand why Lucas finds this guy to be nothing more than a pain.

And an arrogant coward.

I teleport right up to one of the sections of blood before slashing my scythe right through it. Only for the blood to avoid the blade at the last second before reforming again and continuing its flight.

Seriously?

Right. So this was why the guy was a pain in the ass to actually kill.

Lucas mentioned it before. That he has the ability to transmute his entire body into nothing but blood.

But he does have a weakness still.

If he’s inflicted with a wound that can’t heal while he’s in his normal form, it still won’t be able to heal even afterwards.

I continue chasing after the bits of blood, trying to corner him and force him back towards his rather useless army over and over again. And eventually, he finally returns to his humanoid form. Albeit with some slight difference.

He’s shorter now.

The sight has me raising a single brow.

A brow of which pisses him off even more.

In the case of his blood transmutation, losing a limb basically just means losing the blood that was forming that limb. So he is forced to form himself with the blood he has left over.

Hence his being shorter.

A lot shorter.

I teleport right up to him as he opens his mouth to shout something, only to cut him off as I swing my scythe again and he is forced to return to his blood form and flee. Then we continue our little game of chase that makes me for some reason feel like I’m chasing a pitiful little child.

If it weren’t for the sheer rudeness this guy has shown me, not to mention the look he gave me at first, a rather irritating one as he was ogling me, I might’ve felt bad.

Well, no, not really. He attacked me. There’s no feeling bad for returning the favor.

But maybe in some alternate universe I would’ve felt bad.

Anyways, I continue chasing him for nearly half an hour, with his army repeatedly chasing me all this time. Likely due to the ancient vampire’s orders being absolute and forcing them to. Not that they end up doing anything other than tiring themselves out.

Over our game of chase, I manage to cut him twice more with my scythe. Once chopping off a hand, and another time chopping off his foot. Again. Further shrinking the guy until he stops trying to reform himself entirely. No longer bothering with whatever orders he was going to give his forces.

But right as I’m beginning to let my guard down around the man, a bright flash of purple light suddenly fills the area.

And when it fades away, I find the ancient vampire missing.

My eyes narrow.

He really is like a damned cockroach…