Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 1724

Chapter 1724: Meeting

The silence was deafening. No one spoke, neither did they actively release their power. But, an oppressive pressure so dense it dwarfed even the pressure of the deepest ocean filled the hall.

The air faintly trembled. The building, though constructed specifically for gatherings such as this, already had numerous cracks running across its frame.

These were beings whose moods alone affected the environment around them in irreversible ways. A single sneeze could flatten mountains. A shout of disagreement from one was enough to reduce entire landscapes into ruin.

That the hall was capable of containing multiple True Gods at once was already a monumental achievement.

Each sat with deep frowns. The time for the meeting to begin had long passed, yet nothing had occurred.

The mere fact that people of their significance were being kept waiting was enough to sour the atmosphere even further.

Soon, the grand double doors slowly opened, and a woman whose appearance could only be described as divine strode into the hall.

She was clad in tight-fitting golden robes emblazoned with countless markings of the sun and justice.

Her face was flawless, without the slightest trace of imperfection. The air around her even more so. It radiated such overwhelming fairness and judgment that anyone whose heart lacked purity would descend into madness simply by standing near her.

Many across the Middle Planes held deep misconceptions regarding the supreme ruler of the Willguard. Most believed the ruler to be a man, but the truth was that almost none, aside from a very close-knit circle, had ever truly seen them.

The other True Gods, however, knew very well who might be considered the strongest amongst them.

Astraea Mirlass. The True God of the Willguard.

"Astraea."

Unlike the others, whose expressions sharpened with caution upon seeing her, the Nature King merely smiled gently.

"You’re finally here. I was beginning to think the universe itself had decided to keep you from me.

The Nature King, unlike what his title suggested, appeared slender and almost unremarkable aside from his absurdly handsome face.

Bluish root-like hair framed his head, while his crimson eyes carried an ancient depth to them, as though they had witnessed creation itself unfold.

Astraea didn’t respond immediately, instead calmly taking her seat upon her throne. Her expression remained stoic and composed, as though not even the world itself possessed the right to rush her.

A moment later, her brows furrowed slightly.

"I did not call this meeting."

The True Gods frowned. If it hadn’t been her, then a gathering involving all of them could only have been convened by a Primal.

True Gods who had spent millennia within the Third Crown, beings whose power and existence had risen to the absolute peak of the world itself.

Only the Nature, Redflame, Abyss, Iron, and Willguard factions possessed such figures. Yet they were all present, each staring on with the same confusion.

Expressions gradually darkened. If that was the case, then this meeting had not been called by one of the Primals, but by one of the much newer True Gods who had only recently ascended to the Third Crown.

As the atmosphere within the hall grew heavier, the double doors opened once more, and a man strode inside.

Tall and imposing, each step he took seemed to carry an invisible weight behind it. A blinding purple aura blazed around him while the staff hanging behind his back trembled faintly.

His eyes were cold and detached, and he carried himself with the bearing of someone who viewed the world itself as beneath him.

The Spirit King.

The Spirit King did not move toward his throne. Instead, he stopped at the center of the hall, calmly sweeping his detached gaze across the gathered gods.

"Thank you all for showing up for this meeting." His tone remained casual, almost indifferent.

"Hm..."

The Nature King’s previously gentle eyes had darkened considerably.

"So it was you?"

"Yes."

"I see..."

A faint crimson glow surfaced within the Nature King’s eyes. He leaned forward slightly, the simple movement seemingly dragging the weight of the world along with it. An oppressive force instantly crashed down upon the Spirit King.

"Tell me something." His voice remained soft, almost conversational. "Since when did cubs start summoning dragons? Or did standing amongst us for a few years make you forget whose table you’re sitting at?"

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