Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 1733

Chapter 1733: Adapt

"Genesis Forest."

An invisible wave slammed into Atticus and Whisker, forcing both of them five steps backward.

Their eyes narrowed instantly. If their wills hadn’t already been actively deployed, that single pressure would’ve blasted them straight out of the forest.

’A Will Art.’

Atticus realized. An extremely powerful one.

They stared ahead.

Greenish will wrapped around the Nature King, so vast and fierce it seemed to pierce through the heavens. Vines erupted endlessly from the earth and stretched across the entire expanse while flowers rapidly bloomed along them, releasing glowing spores that drifted through the air like stars. Trees lengthened and thickened, twisting into towering structures that dominated the landscape.

The air itself became suffocating.

It was so overfilled with life and Nature Will that even moving felt difficult. The entire world had transformed into an endless, enchanting forest. And at its center, the Nature King stood like he owned creation itself.

An overwhelming air of haughtiness and superiority radiated from him so intensely it almost felt tangible. It was as though he was announcing to the world...

He was nature.

He was king.

Atticus and Whisker’s gazes darkened. The atmosphere was so saturated with life and Nature Will it felt as though they had been thrown into the depths of an ocean.

Then both of them tensed as the Nature King locked onto them.

The moment itself seemed to slow... and their eyes widened.

He was gone.

Atticus’ will lashed out, intercepting something immense an instant before impact. Crimson and green flashes erupted across the skies from the resulting clash.

Atticus was still hovering in the skies... yet he wasn’t smiling.

His will lashed out rapidly, trying to corrode the Nature King’s power, yet the latter’s will felt endless, like an abyss without limit.

The stalemate lasted less than a second, then Atticus was blasted backward.

’I lost...’

Atticus furrowed his brows. Even as he hurtled straight toward a mountain, he paid it no attention. His thoughts remained fixed entirely on the exchange that had just occurred.

The Nature King’s will had not lost to his. If anything... it had slightly overpowered it. The corrosiveness of his Burning Will had always been its greatest edge, yet the Nature Will had endured it almost untouched.

Atticus spun violently through the air before forcefully halting his momentum just before colliding with the mountain. He lifted his gaze.

The Nature King was already there.

His chin remained raised, as though even the heavens themselves stood beneath him. A condensed spear of will had already formed in his grasp and was descending toward Atticus.

Crack.

Whisker appeared beside the Nature King as though he had always been there, his blade thrusting directly toward the latter’s neck.

The Nature King’s eyes shifted sideways, yet he made no move to stop attacking.

"Not again..." he murmured under his breath, and an unmoving barrier halted Whisker’s blade. The Nature King turned back toward Atticus just as the spear reached him.

A streak ran through the sky as Atticus’ katana flashed from its sheath.

The spear split apart instantly, and in the same motion, the Nature King’s arm severed cleanly from his shoulder.

The Nature King’s eyes thinned.

What?

Whisker’s leg detonated into his face the next instant, hurling across the terrain before crashing violently into a cliffside.

Boom!

"I see... I see..."

The Nature King’s voice echoed calmly across the battlefield. There was neither pain nor surprise within it. His arm had been severed, his face crushed, yet he sounded amused.

Slowly, he stepped out from the choking haze. A massive bed of blooming flowers and twisting vines had formed within the crater. Grass and flowers bloomed beneath every step he took.

Vines erupted from the severed stump of his shoulder before rapidly twisting together into a flawless new arm. His shattered face reshaped itself just as quickly until not even a scar remained.

His haughtiness had only intensified. Life overflowed endlessly from him, causing flowers to bloom from empty air itself.

Slowly, the Nature King lifted his head. A feral grin spread across his face as his gaze locked onto Atticus.

"So it really is you... Atticus Raven... whatever the rest was. The little ant everyone keeps screaming about lately..."

He laughed. Each boom of laughter seemed to rumble through the world.

"Hah... this is good. This is very good..." he said. "A fool arrogant enough to declare war on his betters... and a defective who still hasn’t learned his place... Good... good..."He tilted his head slightly, eyes gradually turned chilling.

"...This should be fun."

The world seemed to slow once more... then all three vanished.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

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