Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 1652

Chapter 1652: Unfazed

The world was engulfed in a radiant gold.

An unending number of golden beams swallowed the skies, raining down upon the land. In the midst of this chaos, Atticus was a blur.

His perception had spread across the entire battlefield, mapping out every single attack with absolute clarity.

He weaved through them, flickering through the storm of light before appearing before the High Judicator in an instant.

"You...!"

His earlier blow had shattered the aged man’s mask, revealing a face scarred and deformed, matted with thick golden blood.

His expression twisted with shock as Atticus drove his katana forward in an absolute thrust.

The High Judicator’s pupils shrank. He gritted his bloodied teeth and wrenched his head to the side, the blade grazing past his cheek by the smallest margin.

"Touch him."

The words had barely left Atticus’ lips when his fist crashed into the High Judicator’s face.

The impact snapped his head back violently, the force carrying through his entire body as it was sent reeling.

For a brief moment, the world was filled only with the sharp crack of bone and a stifled groan, swallowed almost immediately by the distant thunder of falling beams.

"H-how...?"

The High Judicator tore backward with explosive speed, splitting through the horizon.

Atticus did not hesitate. His form dissolved into a streak of light, reappearing above the High Judicator the very next moment.

The old man’s breathing had grown uneven. He bared his bloodstained teeth, his widened eyes burning with a mixture of fury and disbelief as he locked onto Atticus.

"You... how are you doing this...? How are you even able to touch me!?"

Atticus did not answer. He simply raised his sword.

"Vorpal Nova."

A deep crimson light flared along the length of his blade, swelling outward until it took the shape of a massive crescent. Without hesitation, he brought it down.

The High Judicator’s eyes flew wide.

"Radiant Shift!"

His figure vanished in a burst of golden light. The descending strike cleaved through empty air before crashing into the terrain below with cataclysmic force. A wave of scorching fire erupted outward and devoured everything in its path.

’Where.’

Atticus’ eyes swept across the battlefield before locking onto the High Judicator streaking away in the distance.

’Where’s he going?’

He surged forward, closing the gap in mere moments. For an instant, the silhouette of a radiant city came into view beneath them, and then the High Judicator erupted in golden radiance.

"PEOPLE OF SERIS! YOUR HIGH JUDICATOR STANDS BEFORE YOU, DELIVERING JUSTICE UPON THE EVIL ATTICUS RAVENSTEIN!"

"The High Judicator!"

"All hail!"

"Godspeed Grace."

The voices of the people had only just risen, when a blur tore through the city.

In the span of a single breath, the cheers died.

Bodies severed mid-motion, expressions frozen in devotion, blood erupting in violent arcs.

The entire city was reduced to a silent, grotesque graveyard.

The High Judicator’s gaze trembled as he took in the sight below.

"Y-you... what have you done...?"

Below, Atticus calmly flicked the golden blood from his katana, the droplets scattering into the air. He lifted his head, his eyes meeting the High Judicator’s trembling gaze without the slightest ripple of emotion.

For a moment, the world fell completely silent.

In the next, Atticus appeared before the High Judicator, his katana descending toward him with such force that the air warped.

"Radiant Shift!"

The High Judicator vanished in a burst of light. Atticus’ eyes shifted, quickly spotting the man streaking away in the distance.

His gaze narrowed.

’He’s trying to recover.’

He hadn’t simply been running away, but moving to other cities in this domain, where people were gathered. He was after fuel.

Atticus clenched his blade. He would be foolish to allow him.

He slowly exhaled, then sheathed his blade. He could feel the Judicator getting farther and farther away from him, and he knew time was running out.

However, he closed his eyes and allowed himself to feel the molecules around him.

In an instant, the world around him lit up like a vast canvas.

Atticus couldn’t count the number of times he had been chided by the Arbiter for not using his aspect to its full potential, but he couldn’t blame himself much.

His aspect was still relatively new to him, and using it during battle still felt... different. Still, he had always been a fast learner.

While his control over the elements was only limited to a certain range, not nearly enough to cover the entire Willguard domain, he had figured out a way to get past this problem.

While he couldn’t control the molecules outside his radius, he could control the elements within his radius and send them outward.

Atticus exhaled, then snapped his eyes open.

"Locate every city in this domain."

The elements responded, spreading out to fulfill his order. Immediately, Atticus felt multiple dots light up like a map in his mind, each one marking a city. He then entered into a stance.

He took in a deep breath, the world falling into a blurred silence.

His eyes snapped open.

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