Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 1751

Chapter 1751: Bear

A deafening silence settled over the hall. Every eye fixed on Atticus, some in shock, others simply baffled. Decide who the champion was? Did that mean...

Many eyes widened.

A challenge. It was a challenge.

Instinctively, gazes turned toward the highest thrones. The God of Man and the Supreme Elemental Arbiter both wore small smiles.

They approved.

The Duke of Man was no different. Even with the cold glint in his eyes, he smiled at Atticus. Atticus recognized that look. The look of a predator who believed his prey had stepped willingly into his jaws.

To Atticus, it was amusing. Who did he think was the real prey?

"Very well."

The Duke of Man nodded solemnly, casting a brief glance at his son.

"Since neither side is willing to yield, there is only one sensible solution. Let us determine who is truly worthy through battle."

He turned to Attimax and Ilyshkara.

"Any objections?"

But Ilyshkara only lifted her hand. A ripple spread through the hall like a shimmering mirage, and the scene shifted.

Atticus found himself standing in the middle of an endless wasteland. Bourn stood ahead of him.

Despite knowing they were about to fight, he seemed entirely unmoved. His face was a mask. He wasn’t even looking at him.

Atticus wasn’t sure if it was his cousin’s attempt at an insult, or if he simply didn’t care. If it was the former, then it was a useless one. He had lived a life of bloodshed and survival. He was above such things.

He glanced around. Though he couldn’t see any of the lords, or even his father and mother, he could feel their eyes. Countless of them.

What Atticus didn’t know, however, was that he was right. High in the sky, the entire court had gathered to watch the unfolding battle.

But they were not nearly the only ones watching.

The Duke of Man, having already foreseen a battle between Atticus and his son, had made arrangements beforehand. Across the deepest reaches of the Sanctum, in every city and settlement, screens sprang up, displaying live footage of Atticus and Bourn standing across from each other.

Atticus’ image had already spread despite only a day passing since his arrival, and the people recognized him instantly. Bourn was no different.

Without needing an explanation, they understood what was about to happen, and in an instant, cheers erupted across the Sanctum.

The Crown Prince of Man and Solvath’s Avatar were about to fight!

The surge of thrill and excitement could not be overstated.

’Hmph, fool.’

Ilyshkara scoffed, her gaze lingering on the eager glint in the Duke of Man’s eyes.

Of course, she had known about everything and had simply let it happen. Just because she didn’t want her son caught in the middle of something this uncertain didn’t mean she lacked faith in him.

Atticus would win this. Of that, she had no doubt.

"Hey, who do you think would win?" she whispered to Attimax.

The God of Man turned toward her with a look that seemed to ask if she had genuinely just asked that question.

"Who do you think?"

"I’m asking you."

"My son."

"Wow. Not even a second of consideration?"

"There was nothing to consider."

Ilyshkara laughed, causing Attimax’s frown to deepen. A moment later, both turned their attention back to the battlefield.

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