Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 1632

Chapter 1632: Six Steps

"Where are you going?"

"...!"

Anorah, who had been about to step into the pathway, halted.

She looked up just as Atticus descended and landed before her.

’Of course...’

Aside from being the god of this territory, Atticus was not someone who could be deceived so easily. She had always known that.

"...."

Under his silent stare, Anorah exhaled.

"I’m leaving."

"...."

Atticus didn’t look even remotely surprised.

"To find your father?"

"...Yes."

"Why not go together?"

"Because it could be a trap. I’m not letting anyone else get hurt because of me."

Anorah had turned it over in her mind countless times. Trusting the usurpers was likely the most foolish decision she could make. And yet, with the sword in her possession, she had no doubt her father was still alive.

’There’s no choice.’

Her fists tightened at her sides.

She knew Atticus would offer to help. But there was no universe in which she would risk him, and their entire world, on something this uncertain.

"So let’s assume you leave."

Atticus remained expressionless, as though her departure meant nothing to him.

"What’s your plan?"

"I’ll go to the usurpers and get answers about my father."

"They’re in the summit. Your face is everywhere across the span. How exactly are you planning to reach it without the Willguard catching you?"

Atticus stepped toward her calmly.

"And let’s say you somehow make it to the summit. Let’s say it is a trap. What then?"

"I-I... I..."

"What you’re about to do is reckless. It’s not thought through."

Atticus stopped in front of her, his gaze locking onto hers.

"This isn’t like you, Anorah."

Anorah’s nails dug so deeply into her palms that blood began to drip from her hands. After a moment, she let out a strained breath.

"I can’t abandon my father."

"Then don’t. Let me help you."

"But what if it’s a trap? I won’t drag anyone else into something like that..."

A pressure erupted from Atticus without warning, crashing down upon the world like an overwhelming tide.

Anorah’s eyes widened as she instinctively stepped back. A vast shadow unfurled behind Atticus, stretching upward until it seemed to swallow the sky itself.

’W-what is this...’

She had always known Atticus was powerful, but this... this was something else entirely. She could feel her bones trembling beneath the sheer weight of it.

At that moment, he did not resemble a man. He resembled something absolute.

"Then I’ll destroy it."

A crimson glow bled from Atticus’ body as his katana quivered within its sheath.

Beneath the pale silver moon, Anorah lowered her head and nodded silently.

...

Soon after, they both returned to the hill. Embarrassed by her earlier display, Anorah told Atticus she intended to train and quickly excused herself.

’As expected.’

Atticus calmly watched her retreating figure. He had anticipated this outcome from the moment he learned about her father.

Anorah was an exceptional leader who would sacrifice anything for her people, but she was far too duty boundto ever consider risking others for something personal.

That was precisely why he had been monitoring her, and as expected, she had been about to leave the world.

’She should be fine now.’

The truth was, the old Atticus would have hesitated to involve himself, considering the risks. However, a certain someone had reminded him to trust in his own strength, and he had every intention of doing exactly that.

’You’re fortunate I took you as a student. Without me, you’d still be brooding in a corner somewhere.’

Atticus, having already anticipated her comment, merely smiled and shook his head.

For some reason, he found himself in a rather good mood.

...

Slash!

Swish!

Atticus streaked across thousands of kilometers in an endless blur, releasing slashes that consumed the skies whole.

Whoosh!

He materialized at their center, his eyes gleaming with a faint crimson light.

"Disperse."

The millions of descending slashes dissolved in the very next instant.

Atticus tightened his fists and smiled. A week day had passed since his conversation with Anorah, and he had devoted every moment to training.

’Field law...’

Over these past months, he had grown accustomed to the power of his aspect, but its strength still astonished him.

He had infused multiple elements into those earlier slashes, and still, a single command had been enough to influence them all.

’About three elements.’

At present, three was his limit when controlling elements simultaneously. He expected that number to rise the further he ascended.

Asides that, the sheer magnitude of what he could invoke had also increased significantly.

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