Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 1677

Chapter 1677: Monster

It was only after several minutes of endless ranting that Ozeroth finally left him alone.

A moment later, Atticus’ gaze narrowed.

’She’s moving.’

He vanished, appearing within one of his underground chambers beneath the veilroot tree.

The room was entirely white. A woman was suspended against the opposite wall, her arms and legs pulled apart. Her gaze was lifeless, fixed on nothing.

Atticus made himself invisible and erased his presence completely, leaving no trace behind.

’She’s here.’

A moment later, a petite girl burst into the room. It was none other than Freya.

She had claimed she was meeting with Whisker, and while that had been a half-truth, Atticus knew she’d been up to something.

For the past few days, Freya had been ’playing’ with bubbles after their training, then slipping away under the excuse that she had something to do.

However, Atticus had seen through the bubbles at a glance and realized she had been trying to spy on him.

Her reason was obvious, yet Atticus couldn’t bring himself to stop it. They had spent a decade here, ten full years training the same power, killing off weak gods, ten full years of constantly looking over his shoulder, wondering if his enemies were closing in.

In that time, Atticus had grown tired. To remain stagnant for so long grated at him.

Though he had killed and absorbed more worlds, it was never enough. Their enemies were still out there, and they still had a long way to go.

They had to ascend.

So, Atticus had broken his promise to Anastasia and allowed this to happen.

She had heard the words on her own, and as long as he wasn’t the one making the decision, as long as he wasn’t the one placing the blade in her hands, it was fine... right?

Atticus clenched his fists tightly. It still didn’t sit right with him.

’Let’s see how it goes. I’ll intervene instantly if I have to.’

Freya’s hands tightened the moment she saw the woman chained to the wall.

"It’s because of me..."

Freya had pieced together the full picture. What she understood was simple, she was holding the entire family back from something important. There was only one way forward.

’I have to kill her...’

Her gaze darkened. She had never killed anyone before. Though her brother had made her watch countless gruesome scenes of people being murdered, she knew it wasn’t the same as doing it herself.

Freya swallowed.

’I can’t keep holding them back.’

Steeling her resolve, a mana blade formed along her arm as she began walking toward the woman.

As she drew closer, the woman’s vacant gaze slowly regained clarity. Then her eyes widened, locking onto the snow-white-haired Freya with raw hatred.

"Y-you... you look like him... what are you... are you related to that monster?"

Freya didn’t flinch, meeting her gaze directly.

"...you mean my brother. Yeah, I’m his sister."

"S-sister...?"

"...doesn’t matter. I’m here to kill you."

The woman’s eyes widened further, and a flicker of longing passed through them.

"K-kill me... finally... finally... someone... please... end this..."

Freya’s eyes dimmed slightly at her relief, but she tightened her grip on the blade and raised it toward her.

"Any last words?"

The woman looked at her with a faint, wistful smile.

"...just one... can you take these chains off first? I don’t want to die like this... like some animal."

"...you just want me to free you so you can attack me."

The woman let out a weak, brittle laugh.

"...look at me... I haven’t even taken a step in decades... my will’s gone... I can’t even hurt a fly..."

"So... you won’t attack me?"

"I-I can’t... even if I wanted to..."

"...hmm..."

Freya studied her in silence for several seconds, before giving a slow nod.

"...alright."

"T-thank you... you’re rea—"

Squelch!

"W-what?"

The woman’s trembling gaze dropped to the mana blade now buried deep in her chest.

"You... why...?"

Blood trailed down her arms in slow streams, dripping from her fingertips. Freya’s arms quivered slightly, yet her gaze remained unwavering.

"...I don’t trust you."

"S-so you’d trick me...? Y-you’re just like him... a devil... I’ll kill you... your whole family... I WILL KILL THAT BASTARD!"

Freya’s eyes widened as a surge of golden will erupted from the woman’s body, swelling as it rushed toward her.

Yet instead of retreating, she tightened her grip on the blade, her gaze hardening.

"...you’re going to kill him?"

Her brother? Atticus? The thought should have been absurd, laughable even, yet there was no trace of amusement in her eyes. The very words stirred something deep within her.

In the next instant, her eyes darkened as a pale light burst forth from her body.

"I won’t let you touch him."

The moment it washed over the woman, her body went rigid.

"You... what are you...?"

Her trembling eyes locked onto Freya, who now stood wreathed in a pale, suffocating will.

Freya’s eyes gleamed with a dark light as she pulled the blade free and raised it toward her head.

"Kill yourself."

The woman’s gaze dulled, mirroring that same light as she gave a slow nod. The next instant, she drove her head straight through the blade.

A moment of silence passed before Freya loosened her grip on the blade. As the strange power she had felt earlier receded, she lowered her gaze to her arms, now drenched in greenish blood.

"I-I did it..."

She had killed someone. An actual person.

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