Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 1602

Chapter 1602: Rule

"Pyrren. Pyrrik."

At the archduke’s call, two figures materialized beside Orvain and dropped to their knees in unison.

"Archduke."

"My Lord."

"T-the Twin Pyres? W-why...?"

Orvain could only stare at them in shock. They were identical in every sense, right down to their attire.

Shining bald heads and blazing red beards that swallowed most of their faces. Their frames were slender, almost unassuming, yet there was no mistaking the danger radiating from them.

They were the Twin Pyres. Identical twins whose name alone carried weight across the Core and the mid parts of the Span.

Legends said they had once killed a Duke despite not being gods themselves, a feat unheard of, and one that had permanently carved their reputation into the minds of everyone who mattered.

"They’ll be joining you in the competition."

At Rhexan’s words, confusion appeared across Orvain’s face.

"But why, father? Wouldn’t it be better to bring other gods?"

The resource competitions of the past were infamous for their brutality. They were nothing more than survival of the fittest.

Gods from all over the mid parts participated, and while the rules allowed for subordinates, bringing non gods was considered insanity.

The Verge laws that restricted god versus champion battles didn’t apply here, and any champions taken along usually ended up slaughtered like livestock.

The Twin Pyres were champions, which was exactly why Orvain couldn’t understand why his father would even consider sending them.

Yet despite his son’s confusion, Rhexan remained calm.

"The distinction won’t matter this time. I’ve acquired a main rule from the Span."

"Y-you did?"

"Mhm."

Rhexan nodded slowly. His son’s reaction was expected. The rules of the resource wars were said to remain unknown until the competition itself began, but Rhexan had long since learned how false that claim was.

It had taken him decades to realize that, in the Span, anything could be bought, for the right price. As long as one had enough to barter with, the Span was always willing to trade.

It was an open secret among the higher echelons, and many of them had taken advantage of it without hesitation.

Though the cost had been astronomical, Rhexan had managed to secure a valuable source of information.

He fixed his calm, crimson gaze on his son.

"In this war, world will will be rendered obsolete. Gods won’t receive the amplified power of their domains. Everything will be decided purely by personal will."

"That’s..."

Orvain’s eyes widened as the implications sank in.

"If that’s the case... then Atticus Ravenstein doesn’t stand a chance."

As a smile appeared on his son’s face, Rhexan’s eyes glowed an ominous red light.

’The rewards are mine.’

...

’What should I do?’

Atticus leaned against the side of a building, staring at the scene unfolding in the narrow alleyway ahead of him.

Whack!

A fist slammed into the face of a small boy, sending him tumbling to the ground. His tiny limbs shook violently as he struggled to push himself back up, glaring at the three boys surrounding him.

"You rotten cunt. That’s what you get for not knowing your place."

The large boy standing in the middle spoke with a cold, satisfied smile.

"I told you already, didn’t I? Every time you see me on this street, you bow. Or are you too stupid to remember?"

"Hah... just break his legs. That way he won’t forget who he’s supposed to look up to."

One of the others chimed in eagerly.

"Yeah!"

The other two boys burst into laughter, circling the fallen boy and throwing jeering looks his way.

"N-never."

The boy forced himself upright with visible effort. He clenched his bloodied teeth, lifting his head just enough to glare at his assailants with fierce, unyielding eyes.

"Still acting tough? I’ll pluck those eyes of yours."

At that, the boys’ expressions hardened and they rushed him from all sides.

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