Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground - Chapter 1593 Watching

Chapter 1593  Watching

‘The veil is dropping, Supreme Ruler!’

Oberon’s panicked voice rang through his mind. Atticus froze, snapping his gaze to the side as he met Whisker’s abruptly sharp stare.

“Time?” Whisker asked.

Atticus nodded silently.

“We’ll continue this later.”

Whisker vanished a moment later, leaving Atticus alone with his thoughts.

‘That man is very shameless.’

The Arbiter muttered, sounding almost baffled.

‘I second that.’

Atticus closed his eyes and let his perception spread out, blanketing the entirety of Eldoralth.

 His armies were stretched across three separate fronts, and there was no telling what kind of enemies each bordering territory would unleash.

The next few seconds were tense across the whole world, as everyone waited in silence while the veils began to descend, revealing the endless armies gathered beyond.

Suddenly, on the first two fronts, streaks of light surged into Eldoralth.

‘Abyss and Redflames.’

Atticus vanished from the sky and reappeared above the first front. Below him were some of the Eldorians and resistance leaders, with Anorah at their center.

His gaze settled on the red flame god who hovered some distance away from Anorah and the others.

“People of Eldoralth!” The red flame’s voice echoed across the vast stretches of the territory.

 “I am Burnblade Hector, a Duke of the esteemed Redflames! You have sinned against us, against the Redflames themselves! I am here to deliver judgment. Bring your god, Atticus Ravenstein, to his knees and surrender yourselves, or face the true might of the Redflames!”

A deathlike silence followed for several seconds, and Hector’s expression soon darkened when no response came.

“So be it!” he roared. “I declare my intention to capture this territory. Attack!”

The Redflame army surged forward behind him with their weapons blazing. Seeing this, Hector smirked, preparing to move, when a flash of light streaked through the sky.

“Hm!?”

His vision tilted violently. A moment later, he caught sight of his own body plummeting downward just beside him.

‘W-what…?’

This was infact his body, but why was there no head… his eyes flew wide.

‘H-how…?’

Now he understood the truth. He had been beheaded! The Redflame glanced down toward his army instantly, only for his heart to seize.

‘What… what is this…?’

The radiant, overwhelming force he’d brought with him was gone. In its place, the vast land below was drowned in blood, billions of severed limbs strewn across it as agonized screams rose endlessly into the sky.

The Redflame god struggled to process what he was seeing. But his thoughts froze as a heavy figure pressed down on him from above, forcing his gaze upward until he finally fixed his eyes on a lone figure hovering in the sky.

‘I-it’s him…’

The same child the entire Middle Planes had watched during the Ascension Games. The one who had humiliated the Redflames time and time again.

‘Is he… is he the one responsible?’

Fear surged through him, and his body beginning to tremble uncontrollably.

One second. Not even a full second had passed, and they had lost.

‘He’s a monster.’

Darkness swallowed his vision the next moment as his severed head struck the ground.

‘That should be most of them.’

‘Why did you spare them?’

The Arbiter suddenly spoke.

‘I discussed this with Anorah yesterday… weren’t you listening?’

‘What you and that woman do is yours to bear. I’m never listening again… not after—’

‘Ah…’

Atticus coughed softly, feeling a hint of embarrassment. She must have listened in when they were…

‘To answer your question,’ he transformed the topic quickly. ‘Since Eldoralth is at war, we need to strengthen our people beyond mana. I killed the god, but left the soldiers alive so the others can kill them and absorb their will.’

‘…Why? They’ll end up being useless to you anyway. You should absorb it yourself.’

‘It’s useless to me and more beneficial to them. It would barely nudge my power.’

‘No power is ever useless.’

‘…’

Atticus decided to leave the conversation for later. He exchanged a serious glance with Anorah and gave a short nod. Moments later, he vanished from the sky and reappeared above the second front.

“Haha… this is actually funny. I didn’t realize the Abyss faction had comedians.”

Atticus turned his gaze toward Whisker, who was laughing openly while pointing at a short, small man whose expression had darkened visibly.

Whisker wiped a tear from the corner of his eye before looking back at him.

“Did you hear what he just said, my star actor? He wants us to surrender. Bow our heads. Hand you over.” He chuckled. “Confidence really does come in all sizes.”

“This humiliation will not go unanswered!”

The Abyss god glared at Whisker, his ominous purple gaze brimming with fury.

“See? He keeps saying that.” He waved a hand dismissively as he laughed. “For someone so small, his threats are impressively tall.”

“You…!”

The Abyss god clenched his small fists tightly. After a moment, he exhaled slowly, forcing himself to regain his composure before turning his gaze toward Atticus.

“So,” he said evenly, “you finally show yourself, Atticus Ravenstein.”

“I believe we can end this before it goes any further. Surrender now. Lay down your arms. Or every death after that will be on you.”

His words were met with nothing but Atticus’ cold, detached stare.

“Hmph. Very well.” The Abyss god’s eyes hardened. “Remember this moment, you chose it yourself.” “I declare my intention to capture this territory. Attack!”

Atticus’ blade left its sheath before anyone could even register the motion. In the next instant, the Abyss god was cleaved cleanly in two, and the limbs of the advancing army were severed just as effortlessly.

Atticus gave a brief nod toward the still grinning Whisker and was about to move…

‘Bond… get here. Now.’

Ozeroth’s voice was urgent, and Atticus didn’t waste anytime. He vanished and reappeared above the third front, scanning the scene before him.

A radiant, light purple army stood just beyond the boundary, their glowing eyes fixed on the army led by Ozeroth and Ozerra with hostility.

‘The Spirit faction.’

Atticus tightened his grip around his katana. He hadn’t expected to encounter them this early, but their presence could only mean one thing.

The Spirit King was watching.