Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 1681

Chapter 1681: Stairs

"...Explode."

Every major faction god froze.

Their eyes slowly widened as their bodies began to warp and tremble. Their wills quivered, rapidly growing unstable. Their expressions drained of color. But before any of them could react, their wills finally gave way.

The next instant... they imploded.

Deafening booms tore through the space as blood and gore burst outward, splattering across the stunned, frozen faces of the surrounding gods.

As the haze cleared, a deafening silence settled over the entire space. Every god slowly turned toward Atticus, their bodies trembling.

Countless mixtures of blood drenched the ground before him, yet not a single drop had touched him or those behind him. The gods swallowed hard. He had killed them all... gods standing at the peak of the Span... with a single word.

The legends were real.

Gulp!

With the matter settled, Atticus ignored every gaze and began walking toward the grand stairs, his expression unchanged.

"I assume you don’t need me anymore." the Span said.

"...Can you explain the ascension process?"

"No. The Crown will handle that. Anything I say would just be repetition." The Span began to float upward, his body emitting a faint glow.

"If that’s all, I’m leaving. Next time, call me for something worth my time."

As the Eternal Span vanished in a burst of light, Whisker clicked his tongue.

"Damn... why’s he always like that? Is it that time of the month or something?"

Atticus gave him a look.

"He can still hear you."

Whisker coughed, letting out an awkward laugh. "...I was talking about Ozeroth."

"...what did you just say?"

"Relax, Ozzy."

"Don’t call me that."

As Ozeroth and Whisker locked into a glare, Atticus shifted his attention to a pair of silent eyes fixed on him. Freya.

"...Are you okay?"

Freya stared at her brother for a moment, her fists clenched tight. Though they had sparred countless times, this was the first time she had truly witnessed him in battle. Anastasia had covered her eyes, yet she had still seen it... still felt it.

His sheer power. The decisiveness. The brutality.

This was the true nature of her brother, the one the majority of the Span feared.

’A monster.’

True, only a monster could slaughter thousands without a single hint of remorse. Yet Freya had already decided she would become one as well.

’This is the level I must also reach.’

So her brother wouldn’t end up alone.

Freya clenched her fists, then gave Atticus a firm nod.

"Mhm."

Seeing the determination in her eyes, Atticus couldn’t help the faint smile that appeared on his lips.

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