Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 1235

Chapter 1235: The Day

Atticus. Ozeroth. Magnus. Aric. Zenon.

These were the five champions of Eldoralth, the ones who would represent the world in the Virelenna.

The Eldorians watched their backs with hopeful and dread filled gazes as they landed on the platform of blue and began moving toward the blue star. Right now, they were their last hope.

Their walk toward the star was silent. Atticus led with a serious visage. Ozeroth walked directly beside him, chin pointed toward the heavens.

Magnus and Aric followed behind, expressions impassive, battle intent drenching the air.

And lastly, Zenon, he was the only one with an awkward expression as he walked. He didn’t know what to do with himself.

Atticus had chosen him out of the blue, and while he revered the boy, he couldn’t help but question his choice. He was clearly the odd one here.

Technically, he was an Eldorian, Atticus had made him one after Jenera, but he was the only person from another race that Atticus had selected.

Aric and Magnus were both humans, and Atticus and Ozeroth shared a bond that needed no explanation. But he… he had been an Evolari.

Zenon shook his head.

‘Doesn’t matter. We just have to fight and win. He’s Atticus. I’m sure he has his reasons for selecting me.’ He pushed the thoughts aside and continued his walk in silence.

They soon reached the blue veil and stopped. Atticus turned to face them.

“I want you all to expect the worst when we step through this veil. I don’t know what exactly will happen. We might be starting the competition immediately. We could get attacked, I’m not sure. Just be ready.”

Each of them gave a nod, and Atticus nodded back. Then, taking a deep breath, he stepped forward, and a wave of blue enveloped him.

Atticus felt the familiar sensation of teleportation, and as his vision cleared, he was relieved to see he had arrived at the familiar blue hall.

‘What about the others?’

Atticus turned, and only when he confirmed that the other four were behind him did he relax.

He gave them each a glance, and after they nodded that they were okay, he turned back to face the front.

‘They’re all here.’

The nine other gods stood before him, along with their four champions each. He could recognize some from before, while others were clearly new faces.

A piercing stare filled with killing intent pulled Atticus out of his thoughts. He turned to see the general from last time glaring at him with cold eyes.

‘Not worth it.’

He was just about to ignore him, until another killing intent suddenly detonated behind him, flooding the hall.

Atticus, along with the other gods and their champions, turned toward the source in bafflement.

Aric Stormrider.

His eyes had turned a savage red, and his array of swords trembled in their sheaths. His gaze was locked firmly on the general, it looked as though he was about to attack then and there.

“Stand down. The competition hasn’t started yet,” Atticus sighed. He had hoped to avoid this kind of nonsense since Whisker wasn’t with them. But it looked like he was wrong.