Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 1542

Chapter 1542: Show

"As long as you can’t react..."

"...you’re finished."

The attack detonated in a violent explosion, scorching the earth as a thick haze swallowed the entire domain.

"It’s over."

Many gods shook their heads. There was no doubt about the outcome. Atticus’ strange weapon was terrifying, but even the most absolute power meant nothing if it couldn’t be used. Scaela had erased its advantage by moving too fast for him to respond.

"He never stood a chance."

More than a few watched Scaela with trembling eyes, until their expressions froze.

"H-how is this possible...?"

The haze cleared. Atticus stood at the center of the devastation, his arm coated in will closed around Scaela’s blade.

There was not a single scratch on him. Not even a flicker in his will.

The Marquis jolted.

"H-he blocked it!?"

"H-how is that possible?"

Of them all, Scaela was the most shaken.

Crown of Cinders was a Marquis level will art, one that traded flesh and will for overwhelming speed and power. The more orbs sustained, the greater the boost.

And despite her age... Scaela wielded a staggering five.

But she wasn’t given even a heartbeat to process it.

The distance between them ceased to exist.

Atticus’ fist crashed into her face, the impact detonating with such force that she was torn headfirst across the terrain.

Her body carved through the desert before slamming into a massive crater. Blood burst from her mouth as she collapsed to her knees.

"W-what...?"

Her hand rose shakily to her face. When she pulled it back, it was wet, sticky with blood and something worse. Her features were warped, barely recognizable.

Scaela’s eyes trembled as footsteps reached her.

"W-what are you...?"

Atticus walked toward her with calm steps. His attire fluttered in the scorching wind as he spoke.

"Crown of Cinders."

What followed was so fast that many of the Marquis didn’t see it happen.

Atticus slid his katana into its sheath.

Only then did the vertical line appear, stretching through Scaela, through the desert, and into the horizon beyond.

"M-monster..."

The line ignited, and fire tore upward as Scaela split into two sizzling halves, the strike carving a yawning canyon across the domain.

The board fell into a suffocating silence.

"Did he just copy a... Marquis level art?"

The Marquis stared, eyes wide, bodies stiff.

But Dravek’s voice broke the silence.

"You killed her... you killed her..."

Steam poured from his nostrils as heat surged outward, the air around him warping until his form blurred.

"Listen carefully," he said, his voice shaky. "From this moment onward, Atticus Ravenstein, and every single person associated with him, are sworn enemies of the Redflame."

His gaze burned into Atticus.

"I place a bounty upon him and all those tied to him. Kill them... and I, Marquis Dravek Solmar, shall owe you any favor."

The other Marquis stiffened.

A favor from a Redflame Marquis, there were few things more valuable.

Atticus felt countless gazes slam into him and frowned.

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