Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 1554

Chapter 1554: Glittering Dust

Raziel’s body was hammered, bones broken, flesh seared and burned to ash, yet Atticus’ fists never slowed.

It wasn’t until his entire body was reduced to mush that Atticus finally stopped.

Though his body still held its shape, Raziel couldn’t feel... anything. He was nothing but burned, seared ruin.

Bones ground together, skin gone. Even his eyes were lost. He didn’t need to test it, not even the fragments could save him now.

Somehow, he sensed Atticus hovering before him, silently staring down. Raziel reached out with his barely flickering will.

"So this is my end. I always wondered who’d earn it. I’m glad it’s you." 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

Only silence answered him. A cold stare.

As Atticus lifted him by the neck, Raziel let out a cracked laugh.

So he planned to finish him the same way he’d finished his companion...

"You felt it during this fight, didn’t you?" Raziel said, despite Atticus’ tightening grip. "No weight. No hesitation. That’s what you become when you cut out useless burdens."

His voice wavered, but his smile didn’t.

Despite the words, Atticus’ eyes were dead, his grip iron. He was about to snap it shut when a presence flashed behind him.

Atticus vanished to the side, dangling Raziel by the neck as he evaded a lethal thrust that tore past him.

"You... dodged?"

Dravek’s brows rose in shock, but Atticus’ leg crashed beneath his chin, sending him shooting into the sky.

He was about to ascend when another sensation gripped him. This time, Atticus vanished and reappeared in the distance. An explosion rippled from where he’d just been, covering the area in crimson, glittering dust.

Atticus stared silently as Ordan slowly descended from the sky, his eyes glinting with golden light.

"Interesting. You’re still thinking through the anger."

Logoth stripped Atticus of every emotion. The time to grieve would come later.

His gaze drifted across the battlefield. Many Marquis had converged around him, each staring with cold, slightly trembling eyes. But something else caught his attention.

’Armors.’

They were identical to the one the Willguard he’d fought in the Count layer had worn, and the one who had fought Magnus. Armor capable of channeling will.

’He’s about to cancel will.’

Ordan struck his staff against the ground. The brief moment that followed was tense, then massive golden roots burst from the earth, morphing into a colossal tree that reached for the heavens.

Atticus’ exosuit encased his body as a wave washed over him. He narrowed his eyes as the armors of the Marquis around him began to glow.

"It’s working—!"

"I can feel my will..."

"So this is Willguard craft..."

Many Marquis sent fearful glances toward Ordan, but he paid them no attention. Instead, he studied his exosuit with interest.

A streak fell from the skies and slammed into the ground.

"That bastard!"

Dravek’s will burned around him as he stared at Atticus with hatred. His shattered chin healed rapidly, but his wounded pride would not mend so easily.

"Charge like that and you’ll die for nothing. Wear it."

Dravek glared at Ordan.

Despite their numbers, Atticus moved like a reaper across the battlefield. Logoth predicted everything before it even occurred, and his katana cut through every attack with ease.

Moments later, many Marquis stared at Atticus with fearful eyes. Their numbers were rapidly dwindling. Even as they banded together, they were still losing.

"You said we could kill him!"

"He’s tearing through us, drop the negation!"

"Bring will back, now!"

Shouts rained toward Ordan, but he merely struck his staff against the ground and said,

"Patience. Watch."

A deep frown settled on Atticus’ face, and his movements gradually slowed. He saw the eyes of the Marquis light up.

"He’s getting weak!"

"That’s right! Even with the advantage, he’s rapidly depleting his will!"

Atticus knew how untrue that was. Something else was at play. He cut through another Marquis and caught the crimson glint in the air, the same dust he’d sensed danger from earlier.

’It’s attacking my will.’

A new technology. Though his exosuit could channel energy, the dust was somehow boring into it, steadily depleting his will. Worse still, it appeared every time he clashed with a Marquis.

He felt Ordan’s intense gaze on him and frowned.

’He planned this from the start.’

The dust followed his every movement, growing thicker with each Marquis he killed. Whatever it was, it would drain his will before he could finish them and reach the tree.

’I need to get rid of it.’