Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 1743

Chapter 1743: Bye

"Consume."

The golden sea warped violently. Then it disappeared. The endless radiance vanished, leaving behind only faint wisps of smoke drifting through the darkness of space.

Silence followed.

The crown’s eyes were wide. His legion... Gone? Just like that?

"Fuel."

A brilliant crimson orb formed before Atticus’ outstretched hand.

The crown’s widened eyes narrowed.

That energy. No. His legion wasn’t gone. Consume. Atticus’ flames had consumed them. And now... he was feeding them back to him.

The crimson orb trembled once before erupting forward as a beam of scarlet light. The attack seemed to tear through the fabric of reality itself before appearing directly before the crown.

"I WILL NOT LOSE HERE!" the crown roared. "I AM THE ABSOLUTE!"

His hammer crashed into the beam. A violent explosion of light and force erupted. The Middle Planes vanished beneath a tide of blinding radiance. Entire worlds were hurled through space like leaves caught in a storm.

If not for the combined efforts of the Verge and Span, the Middle Planes would have ceased to exist.

From across the universe, stars surged toward the disturbance. Even the Lower Planes had felt it. A hole in his heart steadily knitting itself shut, Quiet Flame appeared beside the Verge and Span. The other lower-plane stars arrived moments later.

None of them needed an explanation. They had felt it. The tremors of battle had crossed the boundaries between planes.

With grim expressions, they stared upward toward the fading light. Then the radiance finally dispersed. Atticus stood amidst the ruins, one hand wrapped around the crown’s neck.

The latter looked pitiful in every sense of the word.

Blood dripped from countless wounds. His body was battered and broken. Upon his head, the once-pristine crown had fractured, jagged cracks spreading across its surface.

He was beaten. Exhausted. Defeated.

"H-how..." His voice trembled. "How?"

Atticus stared at him with lifeless eyes. The look alone made the crown grit his teeth. To be looked at like that... by him.

His body blazed with golden light, yet wisps of smoke continuously curled from around him. No matter how much strength he exerted, he couldn’t move.

’He’s burning the space around me.’

The realization made the crown’s expression darken.

Finally, Atticus met his gaze.

"Do you understand now? You’re not the absolute. You’re helpless in my grip because you’re nothing. Irrelevant. You’re no better than anyone else."

"You spent eons stopping people from ascending because you already knew. It was never about protecting the Higher Planes. You were afraid. You know what happens when you get there. You become ordinary. Useless."

The crown’s jaw tightened.

"You’re weak. Pathetic."

The more Atticus spoke, the uglier the crown’s expression became.

Somehow, every word struck exactly where it hurt most, as though Atticus could see through the deepest, most hidden corners of his heart.

"I am Atticus Ravenstein."

His voice rose, rumbling across the Middle Planes.

"You’ve never seen anything like me. You spent eons climbing. I spent less than a century. Compared to me, you’re dirt."

Atticus yanked him downward, forcing him to look upon the Middle Planes.

"When I say I’m going to destroy the Middle Planes, there isn’t a single star alive that can stop me." 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

He raised a hand.

"Combine: Burn. Fuel. Consume."

Atticus ignited. Blinding crimson light swallowed the Middle Planes.

Every star’s expression paled. From the shattered remnants of the Crown to the Span and the Verge, everything was consumed by endless flames.

No one moved to stop it. Atticus held their strongest by the throat. What exactly were they supposed to do?

The destruction didn’t even last long. The flames swept through the planes with terrifying efficiency, then it was over.

Silence followed.

Only a single planet remained.

Eldoralth.

Everything else... gone.

"Turn to ash."

"Turn to ash."

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