Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 1613

Chapter 1613: Emerged

"Please... I’ll do anything."

The man didn’t hesitate and slammed his head down again.

"Please."

Again.

"...Please."

And again.

He repeated the same word while repeatedly slamming his head on the ground.

’He’s persistent.’

Atticus frowned, watching in silence as the man’s skull split and silver blood spread across the ground, but he still didn’t stop.

It was a humiliating sight. It was clear that the man had abandoned every shred of pride he had for the sake of his sister.

’How should I handle this?’

Atticus understood the willingness to discard everything to protect someone you cared for. And in truth, he had already intended to go after the Redflames either way.

Even so, he couldn’t help but hesitate.

’They’re watching.’

He hadn’t yet grasped the full extent of his enemies, and revealing any shred of a weakness now would be reckless.

Even if his actions had nothing to do with the girl, he couldn’t allow anyone to believe otherwise.

’Hmm.’

A sudden thought sprouted in his mind.

"You said you would do anything."

The man froze as he was about to slam his head. He lifted his head, blood running down his face as he looked up with unwavering resolve.

"Yes."

"What’s your name?"

"...Zair."

"Then, Zair, become my slave. Your sister as well. Do you accept?"

"If I do... you’ll save her?"

"Yes."

Zair’s fists tightened at his sides as he closed his eyes, as though weighing the choice. When he opened them again, the hesitation was gone.

"...I do."

"Good."

Atticus extended his arm. His will spread out and engulfed Zair completely, and Zair offered no resistance as the mark was etched into his mind.

"Heal him."

The molecules responded and restored the shattered bone and torn flesh of Zair’s skull. As the wounds closed, Atticus looked at him with a calm gaze.

"Lead the way."

...

The atmosphere among the gathered Archdukes had shifted in an instant.

’Finally.’

Archduke Rhexan clenched his fists beneath the table, feeling a surge of exhilaration coursing through him. The confrontation he’d been waiting for was finally happening.

He, along with the other Archdukes present, had witnessed the exchange between Atticus and Zair. There was no doubt where Atticus was headed now.

Though many were stunned by Atticus’ audacity to charge straight toward the Redflames instead of retreating, they couldn’t suppress their anticipation.

"Rhexan is a lucky one..."

"To run into the target first..."

"With the Twin Pyres there, it’s already decided."

Many threw envious glances at Rhexan. If Atticus fell here, they would all lose the bounty.

"..."

"..."

Still, among them, only Edras and the Iron Archduke remained impassive, calmly watching the scene.

’This’ll teach that bastard.’

Rhexan felt a surge of glee ripple through him. In truth, while the Redflames as a whole shared a deep seated hatred for Atticus over their number he’d killed, Rhexan himself felt nothing of the sort. To him, the boy simply wasn’t worth caring about.

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