Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 1538

Chapter 1538: Lesson

Atticus felt the aged man’s glare on him but said nothing.

He had never cared about the status of his enemies. Anyone who came after him, from an insignificant figure to some divine prince, would each face the same fate. Death.

Still, he had never found it necessary to brag about his kills. He simply glanced away from the man, choosing to remain silent.

"Ho? You won’t even deny it?" The willguard’s eyes glowed brighter. "Good... good. Youngsters these days."

He stretched out his hand, and the die snapped into it.

"Do you know what the most important part of any conflict is?" he said calmly.

"It isn’t strength, nor talent. It’s observation. Before you act, you watch. You watch how your enemy moves, what they protect, what they hesitate over. Find that one weak point... and the rest follows naturally."

Atticus fixed his eyes on the man’s die as he threw it.

’Three.’

He felt the threat woven into the words and couldn’t help but narrow his eyes. At this point, he would have to be stupid not to know what the man was aiming at.

’My champions.’

Though that wasn’t fully accurate, Atticus wasn’t focused on correcting himself. The threat felt imminent, not the sort spoken when retaliation was distant.

That was what unsettled him. He was sure none of the man’s champions were close to his, so why—

Atticus’ eyes snapped open.

’Not my champions!’

"Urgas, three movements to the left," the willguard said.

Atticus narrowed his eyes across the board, where the domain Anorah’s champion stood suddenly lit up. The next moment, a willguard champion appeared on it, followed by a voice.

"This domain has already been claimed. Do you choose to claim, or deny?"

Atticus curled his fists.

’He was watching me.’

The man had been watching him since the moment he appeared on the board.

Though he hadn’t spoken directly to Anorah, he had clearly noticed their exchanged glances, the subtle nods, and understood the connection between them.

Despite everything, the aged man’s eyes remained fixed on him.

The meaning was unmistakable; this is your fault.

"I choose to claim."

"The domain restriction is forced movement in a random direction on the next turn. By choosing to claim, you agree to have this imposed on you?"

"Yes."

"Marquis Anorah. Do you accept, or would you like to contest the challenge?"

Anorah’s eyes darkened. It was clear this wasn’t a move she had anticipated.

"I choose—"

"Saint!"

Anorah frowned as her champion, Jenna, suddenly spoke. Jenna met her gaze with a determined look.

"Let me handle this."

Anorah’s frown deepened as Jenna bowed.

"Please trust me, Saint."

’She won’t be able to refuse.’

As far as Atticus knew, Anorah had only gained two power points from her captured domains. He wasn’t certain how many were required to contest a challenge, but it certainly wasn’t one.

Spending everything just to avoid a challenge was ludicrous, especially when she had only just begun playing. Not only would it empty her reserves, it would announce weakness to the entire board.

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