Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 1549

Chapter 1549: Nee Target

Atticus curled his fists as the endless desert of the domain reverted to pristine white.

The ripped body of the Willguard still lay dead beneath his grandfather, blood dripping from his claws as he drew heavy, uneven breaths.

’He hasn’t changed.’

The Magnus of now reminded him of the past, of the man his grandfather had once been. An absolute presence. Someone he could rely on, someone who would always stand behind him.

Magnus slowly turned and met his eyes. Atticus’ fists tightened.

’I see.’

He’d been too deep within his own world to notice anything outside it. As it turned out, Magnus had been trying to tell him something all along, and this fight had finally forced him to listen.

’I’m still Magnus. I’m still your grandfather.’

A smile crept across Atticus’ face, stretching until his teeth showed. He nodded once, relieved when Magnus returned the gesture.

’Damn old man. To think you actually won,’ Whisker’s voice chimed in his mind. ’Gotta say, I never doubted you for a second.’

’...Thank you.’

’The lazy man lies,’ Ozeroth scoffed. ’The moment the challenge started, he was already talking about revenge.’

’...Ahem. You can still take revenge when you survive—’

’Lies!’

Atticus resisted the urge to facepalm. Of all the times to start bantering, it had to be now, when nearly every power on the Verge was watching them.

’That’s enough. There’s still a lot to do.’

As the chatter faded, Atticus let his gaze drift across the board. Though many Marquis and champions still stood frozen in shock, the game itself had resumed the instant Magnus’ battle ended.

’The fight must’ve shaken them.’

During their turns, none of the Marquis moved their champions toward him anymore. Some even went out of their way to steer clear of him and his people entirely.

’So that’s it.’

The battle with the Willguard had been fought without will. No one could tell how strong Magnus truly was, or whether he was a true willer at all.

But what they had seen was a man tearing apart a Willguard sentinel with his bare hands.

A legend.

Apparently, that alone was enough to make the Marquis give Magnus a wide berth.

’That settles things.’

Atticus’ gaze settled on Ordan. Even now, while the others had shaken off their shock and continued the game, Ordan remained still, his eyes fixed on Magnus.

It was impossible to tell what the man was thinking. But Atticus knew enough to understand this much, the matter of Magnus was finished.

He had no intention of moving him from his current position. Any future challenge would take place in a will-less domain.

After what he’d just witnessed, Atticus trusted Magnus to handle himself.

His weakness had been crushed. Now...

He turned to Raziel just as the die snapped into the man’s grasp. It was his turn.

Unlike the others, Raziel still wore the same amused smile. He twirled the die lazily between his fingers, a soft laugh escaping him. 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

"I see you’ve been busy fattening him up."

The whispers died instantly as gods and champions alike listened.

Raziel slowly shook his head.

"Damn. What a colossal waste of time. The usurpers have no use for dead weight. I’m trying to help you here, why do you keep refusing me?"

All he received in return was a pair of cold, lifeless eyes.

The marked clicked his tongue.

"I guess this is what you get for playing the good guy. Well... no matter. Thanks to you, I’ve found a better target anyway."

Atticus frowned.

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