Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 1625

Chapter 1625: Annoying

"...."

In an endless space, the eternal Span had fallen into complete silence.

"Hahahaha!"

But the Verge was instead roaring with boisterous laughter.

"I told you, Span. You’re terrible at gambling. I told you you would lose, didn’t I?"

"...."

At the Span’s silence, the great Verge only laughed harder.

"I underestimated the extent of that person’s influence on his will."

The Span finally spoke after several moments.

"You sound like a sore loser."

"The nineteen worlds he absorbed in the lower planes must have elevated him far beyond what we anticipated. There’s no other explanation."

"Hmm."

The Verge mulled it over for a moment.

"Except you’re avoiding the obvious truth again."

"And what truth is that?"

"His will is simply stronger than theirs."

"Impossible."

The Span said without hesitation.

"Is it? You speak as though you’ve forgotten the nature of will. Even amongst True wills, there are those that stand on an entirely different level. That’s what separates the major factions from the rest. Or have you forgotten the most recent example?"

"You’re referring to the Willguard."

"Yes. That man rose to the Crown faster than anyone before him. And if I recall correctly, you reacted the same way back then."

"This is different. Those beings lived for millennia. They accumulated endless experience. This is a child. His existence hasn’t even surpassed a century."

"You know as well as I do that will was never bound by age or time. The stronger the conviction, and the more completely one aligns with their will, the closer they stand to the limits of the universe itself."

"...."

The Span fell silent, as though weighing those words.

"There’s a lesson here, Span."

"...And what lesson would that be?"

"Never wager against anyone this one supports."

The Verge chuckled shamelessly as the Span glared at him.

"There was also mention of a prize."

"...Yes. My favor. What do you want?"

The Span muttered, his voice filled with irritation at the reminder of his loss.

"We’ll do things differently this time, brother."

"...Speak."

"Give my favor to Atticus Ravenstein."

"...."

The endless space sank into a deep, suffocating silence.

...

The moment he regained awareness of his body, Atticus opened his eyes to an endless space.

’When was I transported?’

The last thing he remembered was touching the flag, and then everything had gone dark. Confirming his katana was still at his side and that he was unharmed, Atticus finally allowed himself to relax.

’Where am I?’

He scanned the space, but no matter how much he looked, there was nothing but endless darkness.

"Atticus Ravenstein."

’Who?’

Atticus frowned at the voice, hastily sweeping his surroundings once more, but there was nothing. Still, the voice was familiar.

"Above."

Hearing the voice again, he lifted his gaze and found that the darkness above was somehow denser than the rest.

’The Span.’

Aside from the familiar voice, Atticus couldn’t mistake the ancient presence he always felt whenever he stood before a star.

"I believe introductions would be unnecessary."

The Span spoke quickly, as though he wished to conclude this encounter as soon as possible.

"You’ve won the resource game. I am here to deliver your prize. Name one resource you discovered during the competition, and I will grant it to you in abundance."

’So it’s just the prize.’

He had wondered why the Span would go through the effort of summoning him here, but it was simply to deliver the reward.

’I suppose it makes sense.’

The competition had been nothing more than a war for resources. It was only natural that the grand prize would reflect that.

Atticus pondered for a moment. An abundance of life stones would ensure his territory never decayed or suffered. An abundance of weapons and armor would also elevate the territory’s strength, but... he dismissed those thoughts.

There was something they needed more than anything else now.

"Have you made your decision?"

"Yes. Will-conducting ores."

Atticus said after a moment.

"...Very well."

The Span replied, and in the next instant, a subtle shudder passed through the air.

"..."

"..."

A long moment of silence lingered between them before Atticus frowned.

"...Is there something else?"

Since the purpose of his summoning had already been fulfilled, he had expected the Span to return him to his people, yet he remained instead.

"...Yes."

"What is it?"

Atticus raised a brow. He found it strange that the Span sounded hesitant, as though what he was about to say carried weight. What could possibly burden a star?

"You’ve been granted a favor."

"A favor?"

"You may ask me for anything."

"How did I obtain this favor?"

"...That is not something you need to concern yourself with."

"Is it part of the competition prize?"

"No. And I advise you not to ask further questions regarding it."

"...Understood."

Atticus frowned slightly before deciding to let it go. No matter its origin, there was no reason to waste such an opportunity.

"...Anything?"

"Anything, so long as it does not require me to physically interfere with the world."

It meant he couldn’t ask him to kill a god or simply elevate his rank. But Atticus already had something else in mind.

"Then... tell me about the one who—"

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