Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 1616

Chapter 1616: Pay?

"We must put this fool in his place!"

"The major factions are not to be trifled with!"

"Where is my successor?"

The Archdukes began calling for their heirs and champions, scanning the map and calculating distances to Atticus’s location.

Each of them intended to make an example of him.

Meanwhile, several disdainful glances continued to drift toward Rhexan.

But this time, he offered no reaction.

Not after the disgraceful spectacle of his son divulging confidential Redflame secrets before dying.

’That worthless fool.’

Rhexan gritted his teeth. He did not even mourn the boy’s death.

What gnawed at him was the humiliation.

After such cowardice, how could he ever lift his head before his peers again?

This was disgrace in its purest form.

...

"Is she alive?"

Atticus approached Zair, who was brushing dirt from his sister’s clothes.

"...Yes."

Zair gave a small nod, his eyes never leaving Atticus.

’He’s still cautious.’

It was understandable.

A stranger with unknown motives had enslaved him, and was moments away from doing the same to his sister. Anyone would be cautious.

"Good. Pick her up. The dome has already begun closing in on the forest. We need to move."

Atticus’s gaze shifted toward the distant dome, frowning.

He had lost time dealing with the Redflames, but he hadn’t regretted his actions. It had been necessary.

"...okay."

Moments later, they began moving toward the next resource location. Throughout the journey, Zair’s intense gaze remained fixed on Atticus, his fists tightly clenched.

’What is this guy...?’

Contrary to what Atticus believed, Zair wasn’t wary because he had been enslaved.

No.

He was wary because of what he had just witnessed.

Atticus had killed the bald twins, the same individuals who had defeated Zair before he could even react, with a single strike.

Zair replayed the fight again and again in his mind. Yet no matter how many times he went over it, he couldn’t grasp what had happened.

The twins’ attack had been so fast that he had barely managed a flinch before it ended. That alone was insane.

But Atticus’s movement was the true shock.

The movement. The slash. The timing.

Zair hadn’t seen any of it.

It was as if Atticus had never moved at all, yet countless invisible slashes had carved the twins into pieces.

That overwhelming display of power stirred something deep within Zair’s chest.

’...I want that.’

The strength to silence all opposition. The strength to protect the people he cared about.

That was what he wanted.

And that was why he had swallowed his pride, cast aside his rivalry, and accepted this enslavement.

There was no better way to learn than from the source itself.

Still, he cast a worried glance at his sister resting in his arms.

’What kind of person is he?’

The desire to grow was there, but he was still cautious.

What if he had just submitted himself to some hidden monster? Some tyrant in disguise?

Then everything would be ruined.

’I’ll watch.’

Resolving himself to observe Atticus carefully from this point onward to see the kind of person he was, Zair subtly increased his pace, following a step behind.

...

"Ah~."

Whisker lounged comfortably atop a throne woven from thick vines, one leg lazily crossed over the other as a procession of twisted, grotesque humanoid figures carried him through the forest like royal attendants.

A gentle breeze brushed across his face.

He sighed blissfully.

"This... is living."

The ’creatures’ beneath him were none other than gods and champions he had encountered along the way.

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