Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 1674

Chapter 1674: Birth

"T-they’re... d-dead."

The same broken whisper echoed across the span. Trillions who had stood at the summit... gone, just like that?...

"Y-you d-devil."

Atticus turned his gaze toward a group of men and women in the distance. From their presence and bearing, it was clear they were the leaders of the army.

They stared back at him, their eyes burning with fury.

"Y-you will pay for this!"

Their wills surged violently as they raised their weapons, power coiling around them. However...

"Come."

Their bodies jerked forward, dragged through space, halting just short of him.

Their expressions wavered, but Atticus merely looked them over before his gaze settled on one of them.

"You’ll do."

"...what—"

"Disharmonize."

In the next instant, the other leaders began to convulse, their forms twisting as their wills spiraled out of control.

"Ark!"

"No! What’s this!?"

Then, a moment later, their bodies began to come apart, bit by bit, piece by piece. until nothing remained, as though they had been erased from existence itself.

The eyes of the last remaining leader trembled violently.

"W-what... is this?"

The instant her gaze met Atticus’, her body went rigid.

"Sleep."

She collapsed where she stood.

With a casual motion, Atticus lifted her with his will. Then, his gaze drifted across the battlefield. The once chaotic wasteland had fallen completely still. Not a single living soul remained.

Across the span, those watching were frozen in place, their minds unable to process what they had just witnessed.

It was over...? Just like that? In a matter of seconds...

The final image the span saw was Atticus raising a hand... then the screens went dark.

...

That day, the name Atticus Ravenstein was carved into the consciousness of the entire span.

Every faction that had been preparing to rise again quietly withdrew into hiding. Though no one could say for certain how many major factions still remained, one truth had become undeniable...

The span no longer belonged to them.

No... it belonged to the devil god.

In the months that followed, Atticus turned his focus toward consolidating his power. His greatest gain had come from Solvalth’s fragments, and he devoted himself to mastering their many intricacies.

The first, of course, was the ability to control the wills of others. He had come to realize that this wasn’t limited to their attacks alone, but extended to their wills themselves.

"It’s amazing, isn’t it?"

The two of them stared at the child, their expressions filled with wonder.

Atticus watched from the side with a faint wry smile. Throughout his childhood, he lost count of the number of times Anastasia had reminded him of how strange his own birth had been, he hadn’t cried once, not at birth, not even as he grew.

In a way, this was the first time they were witnessing something so simple... and yet so normal.

"...what should we call her?"

"Hmm..."

Anastasia fell into thought, her gaze lingering on the child before she turned toward Atticus, who had been standing quietly to the side.

"...why don’t you pick?"

"Me?"

"Mhm." Anastasia nodded softly, a gentle smile on her lips. "You’re her big brother. She’s going to look up to you from now on, so it’s only right."

"Big brother..."

Atticus’ gaze settled on the tiny figure in her arms. She looked so fragile... as though he could break her with the slightest force.

His hands tightened unconsciously, and a firm resolve took shape within him.

She was his sister. His responsibility. He would protect her.

Atticus let out a slow breath.

"Alright... I’ll do choose..."