Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 1532

Chapter 1532: Loophole

Atticus almost hated himself for how long it had taken him to realize something so obvious.

His battle with Raziel should have opened his eyes.

The Verge rules were absolute, but to those who understood them, even the most rigid laws could be bent to serve a god’s will.

If he had taken the time to truly think it through, things would have gone very differently. But the past was the past. There was no changing it.

There was only one thing still under his control.

The now.

And now, with the help of his beautiful, insanely cute soulkin, he had found the answer to the crisis at hand.

Atticus met Balanar’s gaze head on.

"I’ve already made my choice... I’m going to kill you."

"What—"

Balanar never finished. Noctis erupted in blinding light and shot straight into Atticus’ chest. A wave of warmth tore through him, but Atticus didn’t resist it. He didn’t try to take control.

Instead, he released every restraint and handed the reins over to Noctis.

Cracks rang out as bone shifted and realigned. Fangs pushed from his teeth, claws ripping free from his fingers and toes. His long frame broadened, muscles swelling as thick white fur burst from his skin.

Atticus dropped low, one clawed fist braced against the ground, chin lifting toward the sky.

"Kuuuuuu!"

The roar tore outward like a storm, a gale ripping through the heavens and scattering the clouds in every direction.

"What are you doing?"

Balanar’s smile was gone, and his eyes were narrowed.

"The Verge rules are absolute. As lord, you cannot physically participate in this challenge, fused with your companion or not. So—"

The words reached Atticus’ ears, but they didn’t register. It was as though something, someone, had deemed them unimportant.

’So... this is how it feels.’

In every fusion before this, Atticus had always been in control. The presence of another mind, and the surge in power was the major difference he felt. He had never truly felt anything beyond that.

But this... this was different.

The world bled red. His senses had sharpened to something unnatural, yet none of them answered to him. A deep, feral hunger filled his every thought.

Every blink was not his choice. Every twitch, every breath, none of it belonged to him.

He felt like a vessel that was being moved by another. By Noctis.

’Kuu...’

’Yeah, yeah, little guy. I get it. I think I finally know how it feels now.’

’Kuu!’

’...Alright, alright. You did great. Seriously. Though we really need to work on your vocabulary—’

’Kuu!’

’Hey, no need to get offended. I’m just saying.’

’Kuu. Kuuuu!’

’Did... did you just threaten me?’

’Kuu!’

’...’

’Kuu!’

Atticus cleared his throat, a faint itch crawling up his neck.

’...You’re perfect. Exactly the way you are.’

’Kuu~’

A smug swell of satisfaction rolled through Noctis, and Atticus let out a quiet breath.

’Okay. That’s enough. Time to move.’

The smugness vanished, replaced by a cold, focused calm. They ignored Balanar entirely and turned toward the battlefield.

Their shared mind took everything in at once. Abyss gods and champions flooding the field, attacks raining down on his people.

’Remember. Champions only.’

"Kuu!"

A low growl rumbled from his throat as Noctis nodded. Heat surged through his veins, muscles tightening as smoke bled from his body and the air around him scorched.

Their eyes fixed on the first target, and they vanished.

They reappeared high above the battlefield, gaze sweeping the terrain. Below, Magnus was a streak of lightning, tearing through the field as multiple abyss champions chased him.

’Kill them.’

The sky rippled, and they were gone.

The next instant, they stood before a cluster of champions, smoke trailing in their wake.

"What!?"

"Who are you!?"

The champions’ eyes shot up in shock, but only for an instant. They reacted the moment they truly saw him. Their wills flared violently, lashing out toward him.

’Logoth.’

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