Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 1693

Chapter 1693: Hunter Association

Leaving Elomont and his retinue behind, the city of Mosan unfolded before Atticus’ eyes.

Compared to the dry, cracked wasteland outside, the city brimmed with life. Paved roads stretched across the landscape, skyscrapers towered toward the heavens, and hover cars sped through spotless streets.

Even the people looked refined and well dressed. Robes, suits, casual wear. It felt like a functioning civilization. An actual civilization.

Though amidst the crowd, Atticus also caught sight of numerous hunters... gods.

Almost instinctively, his arm shifted closer to his blade. Yet each one either completely ignored their large group or merely cast intense glances their way before continuing onward.

The answer soon came when Gladious began speaking about the city.

"Supreme lord... Mosan City is one of the three great strongholds, ruled by the Mosan family. Around here, they’re basically royalty. There are foundational laws in place. No fighting within the city grounds, no theft, and a whole list of other things you absolutely do not want to violate..."

Gladious continued explaining the city, placing particular emphasis on the Mosan family. According to him, the best course of action was to avoid them entirely.

Eventually, they boarded a teleportation port toward the eastern side of the city, where a large and imposing building stood.

Atticus took in its sheer grandeur. It couldn’t help but remind him of the Will Guard headquarters they had destroyed back on the Span.

Written above it were the words;

’Hunter Association.’

According to Gladious, joining the hunter association was the fastest way to gain influence within the world, and where practically every hunter ended up upon reaching the First Crown.

Still, Atticus couldn’t help but feel slightly hesitant. He had never been particularly good at being part of organizations like this. Usually, things always found a way to turn for the worse.

Eventually, after exchanging glances with the others, Atticus stepped into the building.

Even from the outside, it had buzzed with activity, but the moment he entered, he realized just how crowded it truly was.

A vast hall unfolded before him, stretching at least a kilometer in every direction, yet still packed to the brim with hunters of all shapes and sizes wandering about.

The sheer crowd made it difficult to see anything clearly.

"Supreme lord, we have to reach the counters."

Following Gladious’ line of sight, Atticus quickly spotted the counters at the far end of the hall, nearly swallowed by crowds of hunters barking orders at the attendants.

Atticus frowned slightly. At this pace, it would take ages before they were attended to.

A scoff suddenly echoed from Ozeroth as he rolled his shoulders and cracked his knuckles, his gaze locking onto the clustered hunters ahead.

"Leave them to me. I’ll crush them."

"Wait."

Atticus stopped him immediately. The last thing he wanted was Ozeroth breaking one of the city’s laws and drawing the ire of the stronghold.

There were still far too many unknowns. The strongest beings within the First Crown, powerful will users, the Mosan family... it was far too early to do anything drastic, especially when so many people now depended on him.

"I’ll handle this."

Seeing the seriousness in Atticus’ expression, Ozeroth frowned faintly, but eventually gave a nod.

Anorah, Magnus, and the others also turned toward Atticus with curious expressions, wondering exactly how he intended to "handle it."

Under their gazes, Atticus simply exhaled before slowly shutting his eyes.

Within his mind, countless memories flashed by in an instant. His death. His reincarnation. Endless battles. Slaughter. Genocide. Entire civilizations erased beneath his will.

Then Atticus opened his eyes.

A faint flicker passed through his ocean-blue irises.

The next moment, a monstrous wave of bloodlust erupted from him, drowning the entire hall.

The loud rumbling noise echoing throughout the building abruptly vanished. Every hunter in the hall stiffened, and all eyes snapped toward Atticus with widened expressions.

Under the countless stares, Atticus’ expression remained indifferent.

Then he began walking forward.

The moment he approached the nearest hunter, the man instinctively stepped aside as though avoiding a plague. Others quickly followed after. Soon, a clear path opened straight toward the counters.

There was not a single soul present who hadn’t taken lives before. Many here could be considered mass murderers. Yet every single hunter could feel it.

The sheer bloodlust radiating from Atticus was different.

This wasn’t the aura of someone who had merely killed millions... or even billions.

It was the bloodlust of someone who had erased entire civilizations.

A true killer.

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