Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 1225

Chapter 1225: Shocked

Atticus found himself inside a hall of shimmering blue. Tall, thick pillars rose from the ground to the high ceilings. There was no podium, nor was there some sort of platform. It was simply just a long, wide, and endless blue hall.

“Sheesh. Those Zorvan would love it here.”

He could hear Whisker’s irritated voice from behind him. The man seemed to hate the color blue after their brief venture into the Zorvan world.

But Atticus wasn’t paying him any attention.

‘Other people.’ That was the next thing he noticed. His eyes narrowed as he saw multiple people suddenly appearing inside the hall. They hadn’t come with him.

As they appeared, they also glanced around, eyes calm, intensity piercing.

‘Other gods,’ Atticus recognized.

Just like him, most of them had one or two warriors accompanying them. But that wasn’t what Atticus focused on. It was their auras. Their wills. Their presence.

Their appearance brought about a sort of heaviness to the air. The kind that made the atmosphere shudder. No one said anything, and they all simply observed each other silently. freeweɓnovēl.coɱ

Atticus was no different. As soon as he saw that people had stopped appearing, his eyes locked onto the ones in the hall.

‘Looks like I was right.’

Atticus counted a total of nine groups. And unless it was possible for a world to have multiple gods, he assumed that meant nine gods.

‘Quiet Flame said there are four segments in the lower planes…’

Atticus had drilled Quiet Flame for as much information as he could get about his opponents for the Virelenna.

But unfortunately, not even Quiet Flame, especially in his weakened state, could get exact information about them. The best he had been able to offer was the power systems each segment’s worlds had used in past Virelennas.

He was the only god from his segment, which meant the others were spread across the remaining three.

‘His explanations came in handy,’ Atticus thought.

With the power systems Quiet Flame had given him, Atticus could tell which segment each god came from. It wasn’t hard, most of them had distinct aspects that separated them.

His gaze landed on the first three groups. They were undoubtedly different but shared something constant: their militaristic demeanor. They wore army, battle, or combat uniforms, each with a hardened, stern presence.

‘The gods of Terrvenos,’ Atticus identified.

His gaze moved to the next set, another three groups. They each had a peaceful, soothing aura… but Atticus could feel something deadly beneath it.

‘The gods of Vaelthrys.’

Finally, his gaze shifted to the last set. Their aura was savage. The kind that could only belong to beings who saw themselves as apex predators.

‘The gods of Drazmael.’

That made three groups each. Nine gods. Nine opponents.

‘At least I might not have to worry about alliances.’

Atticus had no idea what the relationship between gods of the same segment was like, but from what he could see, it wasn’t good.