Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 1697

Chapter 1697: Executioners

Suddenly, Atticus exhaled slowly, his mind moving.

Ever since entering the First Crown and defeating the reverent, something had been bothering him about how power functioned within the Crown.

It was almost identical to the Span, with one slight difference.

The measure of will force remained the same. The more gods one absorbed, the stronger one’s will became.

However, within the Crown, this seemed to affect the vastness and bountifulness of one’s will far more than its actual strength.

During the battle against the reverents, he had witnessed just how heavily the Plane Will restricted those without True Wills.

Despite possessing as many worlds and as much force as the others, their powers had still fallen short.

With this, Atticus had determined something important.

What truly determined strength within the Crown... was the quality of will.

Someone at a higher level could unleash a vaster will than his. However, that did not mean that once their wills clashed against a True Willer, they would win.

The quality of will...

This was the true determiner of power within the Crown, and clearly why Truebloods and Reverents held dominion.

Suddenly, Atticus closed his eyes. He activated Omnicognition before syncing into Ozeroth’s memories.

Within them, an endless number of Will Arts unfolded across his mind.

He narrowed in on one.

Then, in the very next moment, under Unive’s hesitant gaze, Atticus vanished.

Unive’s eyes widened. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t find him.

What... what the hell is he?

...

Above the volcanic region, frowns spread across the faces of the Executioners.

"There’s no one here. Is that brat screwing with us?" Blazing fire raged around the Redflame god as he growled.

"...I doubt it." The Abyss god shook his head. "He may be part of the Mosan family, but we’ve carved our names into the First Crown itself. He knows better than to toy with us."

"Then where the hell is he?" the Redflame snapped back.

"...maybe he simply hasn’t arrived yet." The Nature faction god said after a moment. "We only got here this quickly because of our powers. He should still be weaker than us, remember?"

"That’s true." The Abyss god nodded.

"Or what do you think? You should know him best." The Nature god turned toward the Spirit god, who had remained silent the entire time.

As all eyes settled on him, the Spirit god merely gave a faint nod. 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

"...I only follow the will of my king. Atticus Ravenstein will die by my blade."

"Tch... this king obsession again." The Redflame clicked his tongue. "Listen carefully. That stupid brat dies by my hand. He’ll pay for everything he’s done to Redflame."

"Do not speak carelessly about my king."

"Or what?"

The two locked eyes as tension rapidly rose between them. However, a stern voice suddenly cut through the atmosphere.

"That’s enough." The Willguard spoke, his heavy aura engulfing the surrounding space.

"We’re all here for the same purpose, the execution of the criminal Atticus Ravenstein. We’re on the same side. Don’t forget that."

The Redflame clicked his tongue and looked away. Though the Spirit god’s intense gaze lingered for a moment longer, he eventually nodded and settled his power.

"Good." The Willguard gave a firm nod. "The most likely explanation is that he simply hasn’t arrived yet. So we’ll wait—"

The Willguard suddenly jerked his head backward.

Slash!

Yet despite the sudden movement, the blade still sliced through a large portion of his neck. Golden blood sprayed across the air, and within its backdrop lay the trembling gaze of the Willguard.

"W-what...?"

The air beside him suddenly rippled.

From it, a white-haired figure materialized, his cold ocean-blue gaze enough to freeze worlds.

"Absolute Domain."

A suddenly shout shattered the silence.

"Fist of Judgment!"

A pillar of light tore upward from the Willguard and pierced the heavens. In the next instant, a blanket of golden radiance engulfed the entire sky.

But it was violently split apart the following moment as a massive fist came plummeting downward.

A blast rippled from Atticus as he calmly sheathed his blade and entered a stance.

"Vorpal Nova."

His blade left the sheath once more.

An incalculable number of slashes erupted around him before converging into a single crescent slash that tore toward the descending fist.

The attacks collided in a cataclysmic explosion of light and force. Golden and crimson radiance swallowed the entire sky as the atmosphere instantly descended into chaos.

Within the storm of destruction, Atticus suddenly spun and thrust forward with all his might.

A giant serpent of darkness surging toward him was pierced apart in an instant.

His cold gaze pierced through the haze and locked onto the Abyss god hovering in the distance. The latter’s eyes narrowed into slits.

"Ancestral Beast."

A gigantic purple beast tore through the haze and surged toward Atticus.

Then, from below, an endless army of roots erupted upward from every direction, piercing toward him.

Atticus’ gaze narrowed. More lights flickered through his eyes as his figure blurred, evading the massive beast.

His movements dissolved into countless afterimages as each of the roots tore harmlessly past him.

The next moment, he appeared in the distance, his cold gaze fixed ahead.

A violent blast rippled through the haze, clearing it apart.

Hovering amidst the chaotic skies, the now four major faction gods stared at Atticus with slowly widening eyes.