Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 1634

Chapter 1634: See

The hall fell silent once more, the elders deeply pondering. It wasn’t long before a quiet voice spoke.

"Then... how exactly do you propose we kill him?"

Elder Gordon smiled widely.

"We lure him into a conclave."

"A conclave..."

A wave of murmurs rippled across the hall. A conclave was a term used to describe a battle between two disciples to decide the more talented one.

It was done without the use of Will, and both participants were only allowed to use their Aspects to fight.

"That might work. But why would he agree to it?"

"We give him a reason."

"What reason?"

"Azeron."

The elder smiled as he saw the frown on the others.

"Elder Azeron has something he wants. That’s the only reason he’s here."

The elders’ eyes lit up instantly. Suddenly, the idea began to look enticing.

"...Is that true, Azeron?"

The room turned toward the elder at once.

"Hm? What are you—"

Deep frowns creased the elders’ faces. The man in question, Grand Elder Azeron, was sprawled back in his seat, eyes closed as light snores echoed out.

"...Is he sleeping?"

The elders stared at Azeron with baffled looks. As though to spite them, his snore suddenly grew louder, reverberating across the room.

"This is ridiculous. Nowan, wake him up."

Elder Nowan gave each of them a narrowed look, his expression clearly saying he wasn’t going to be a scapegoat.

However, as though he could feel the room’s attention on him, Azeron startled awake, blinking as every elder focused on him.

"Azeron..." Elder Gordon said. "This is a council of elders. And you’re asleep?"

"...Mm."

"You dare disrespect us like this?!"

The others nodded in agreement. It was basically a slap to their faces.

Yawnnn.

However, Azeron didn’t seem to care about their dissatisfaction, indulging in a long stretch. He pressed his palm over his open mouth the next moment as though to clear the grogginess.

"You...!"

At this point, the elders were fuming. Yet every single one of them remained seated.

"Ah... that was refreshing."

Azeron smiled lightly, glancing around the room.

"Well? Have you all finished? Or should I go back to sleep?"

"You..." Elder Gordon gritted his teeth. "We are discussing the future of the Evoli."

"All I heard was a group of cowards trying to gang up on a boy."

"Cowards? That boy killed Raziel. Your disciple."

"And?"

"You should be the one trying to tear him apart."

Azeron let out a loud laugh.

"It’s that fool’s fault for losing. The weak get crushed. That’s how the world works."

Azeron’s eyes turned cold as he stood up from his seat. The air grew heavy in an instant, pressing down on the elders.

"Atticus Ravenstein is my guest. Anyone who tries anything against him is declaring war on me. Get that through your thick skulls."

"Hurk!"

The elders gritted their teeth as they strained against the force, but neither could move.

"You... don’t you care about the future of the Evoli? If we don’t kill him, then—"

"The core of the Evoli is to nurture great talent and set them on the path to absolute domination."

Azeron’s heavy aura pinned Gordon in place.

"That boy is one of the greatest talents we’ve ever seen, and yet all you want to do is snuff him out because you’re afraid."

Azeron turned and began to walk out of the room.

"I’ve warned you. Cross me... and you’ll regret it."

As the door closed behind him, the suffocating pressure vanished. The elders released deep breaths, clutching the tables.

They glanced at each other silently, shaking their heads. Though they led the Evoli collectively, none of them could stand against Azeron overwhelming might.

At one corner of the hall, the Elder Gordon’s teeth were gritted to the extreme.

...

’It’s beautiful.’

Atticus calmly made his way through an enchanting garden. The flowers were arranged neatly, full of life and color, with trimmed bushes stretching around him.

’The air too...’

The air was peaceful, embracing his mind in a soothing calmness. He had seen the garden from their room and felt the urge to check it out. He hadn’t regretted the choice.

Glancing back at the building, Atticus confirmed that his barriers were still up.

’She’s still meditating.’

Now that he had reached the Summit, he could feel the might of 200+ Dominion-rank worlds brimming within him. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

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