Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 1689

Chapter 1689: Stab

The span had covered basically everything Atticus needed to decide their next course of action.

With their goal for the first crown being to influence, their path was clear.

Regardless, there was still a problem. They were entirely new to this world. Without his godly powers and even a basic map, it was safe to say that Atticus had no idea where to go.

It was basically impossible to imagine the eternal span agreeing to be used as a map, especially after Whisker’s stunt.

However, a solution came once he returned to the ruined castle and his gaze settled on the battered form of Gladious.

As a native, the man should be the best guide Atticus could ask for. The moment Atticus stepped closer, Gladious dropped to his knees, his head bowing so low it nearly touched the ground.

"M-my supreme l-lord! T-this lowly one is— is g-glad you defeated the vile reverents! Y-you’re truly amazing!"

Atticus said nothing, simply watching him. This same man had been moments away from enslaving them earlier.

While he had also helped by informing him about the alpha, such an offense was not one Atticus would forget.

"I need a guide. Can you do that?"

Gladious’ eyes lit up instantly, and he pressed his forehead against the ground.

"O-of course! Of course! Anywhere you want, I’ll take you! Even if it’s the crown’s ass—I mean—anywhere, supreme lord!"

The relief in Gladious’ voice was unmistakable. He wasn’t going to be killed. Now he just had to get into Atticus’ good graces and then—

"Brand."

"AAAAARRRGHH!!"

A piercing pain tore through Gladious’ entire being, ripping a scream from his throat. It was as though molten lava had been poured directly onto his will.

Atticus’ expression didn’t change despite the man’s screams. He could feel the fearful glances from the others, but he paid them no mind.

There was no way he was trusting this man blindly. If Gladious was to serve, then his loyalty would be absolute.

However, a moment later, Atticus frowned. He had been trying to engrave his will onto Gladious, but it felt as though he was scraping paper against steel. It simply wouldn’t pierce through.

’Is it because of his will?’ 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

From the span’s explanation, the man bore crown’s will, a higher form of will. Even at low potency, it felt incredibly resilient.

Atticus exhaled slowly, his focus deepening. A moment later, his will flared, its power surging to extreme heights.

He drew it inward, compressing it into a single, sharp point before driving it straight toward Gladious’ will.

The man’s screams rose in pitch as it finally broke through. With steady effort, Atticus began branding him, pressing his will deeper, carving it in place. It took a full minute before he finally finished.

By then, Gladious had gone completely pale, as though the strength had been drained from him entirely.

Atticus released a slow breath.

’It worked.’

Though it had taken effort, he had managed to pierce through the will. Still, Atticus couldn’t help but pause.

What if this had been a trueblood, someone with far greater potency? In that case, his will would either break through at full force... or meet its equal.

The fact that his will could contend with crown’s will, even at low potency, spoke volumes about its strength.

Yet there was no satisfaction on Atticus’ face. It wasn’t enough. In this world, anything short of the absolute peak was unacceptable.

’It’ll be different during battle.’

He had only exerted so much effort because he relied solely on his will. With Solvath’s power, the combined might of numerous wills should be enough to turn the tide of any battle.

With that settled, Atticus turned. Behind him, Freya stood, silently watching him. He had been aware of her presence all along, but hadn’t made any move to stop her.

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