Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 1680

Chapter 1680: Question

"The mad spawn is here too..."

"Even the great Ozzy..."

The fearful looks weren’t all focused on Atticus alone. Over the course of a decade, almost everyone standing behind him had their names etched into their minds.

Most of that attention shifted toward Whisker and Ozeroth, the two who had spent the most time beside Atticus during their conquest.

As Ozeroth heard his title, his lips twitched faintly. His gaze slid toward Whisker, then hardened into a death glare.

Whisker, meanwhile, had a hand over his mouth, his shoulders subtly shaking as he tried, and failed, to hold back his laughter.

"You..." Ozeroth growled.

While Whisker and the others had earned cool, dangerous-sounding nicknames, he had somehow ended up with this ridiculous title. And Whisker had been the root of it all.

After their first conquest, when the inhabitants of that world had been watching them in fear, Whisker had chosen that exact moment to disguise himself among them and shout...

All hail the great Ozzy!

The entire world had dropped to their knees and echoed the name without hesitation. And before Ozeroth even realized what was happening, the name had already spread... until the entire Span was chanting it.

Meanwhile, the one drawing the most attention, Atticus, remained completely unfazed.

’There are a lot of them.’

His gaze moved across the space. It was vast, stretching endlessly, and filled with people. Thousands of gods stood gathered, along with their subordinates, all seeking ascension to the Crown.

In the past ten years, Atticus had destroyed and absorbed countless worlds. He had killed numerous gods, and through it all, he had come to understand just how boundless the Span truly was.

No matter how many he killed, more continued to emerge, as though they would never run out.

The thousands of gods before him stood as a testament to just how vast and endless the Span truly was.

He likely hadn’t even gotten a quarter of the way through conquering it. Still, what this meant was simple;

’They’re still out there.’

The major factions, which he had somewhat believed to have been dealt with, were still very much active within the Span.

A single glance at the gathered gods told him that much. Redflames, Nature, Abyss, even Willguard... he could spot hundreds of them within this hall.

A flicker of coldness passed through Atticus’ gaze.

"Span."

The air before him distorted, rippling faintly, and a small creature with large eyes and a furry body appeared.

The eyes of the watching gods widened. Span? Had he just said... Span?

Their gazes locked onto the creature, widening further as they felt the overwhelming presence radiating from it. This... it truly was the presence of a Star!

At that realization, many couldn’t help but swallow hard. In what world could a mere god summon a Star?

"Why did you call me, child?"

The Span stared at Atticus with an unamused expression. Though there was a faint glint in his eyes, curious at why Atticus had summoned him.

Atticus’ cold gaze swept across the gathered gods. The major faction members stiffened.

"...Can I kill here?"

The gazes of many shrank. Kill? Here? You don’t mean...

Their eyes widened as they met Atticus’ detached gaze. It was as though he regarded them as nothing more than slabs of meat. As that realization settled in, many instantly turned ashen pale.

He wanted to kill them...

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