Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground - Chapter 1624 Cut

Chapter 1624  Cut

Squelch.

Atticus’ blade cut through Joan’s neck in one swift motion, spraying golden blood across the earth. Even as the butler’s head fell to the ground, his eyes still trembled in shock.

‘Shit!’

Atticus staggered and fell to his knees, clutching his head as a stabbing pain ripped through his mind. It felt as though millions of razor-sharp pins were constantly stabbing his mind.

‘Hold… on…’

Atticus gritted his teeth, fighting through the agonizing pain. It was only after a full long minute passed that the pain subsided enough for him to catch his breath.

Breathing raggedly, Atticus wiped the sweat that had soaked his forehead, fixing his eyes on the severed corpse of the butler lying before him.

‘It worked…’

It still felt unbelievable even as he stared directly at the result. What he had just done could only be described as world ending.

Atticus had always wondered why he was able to control other will types simply through exposure, but this had made everything clear.

The element was the origin of all things in the universe, everything. Even the absolute force that was will. To possess absolute control over the elements was to possess absolute control over all their substrates. It was to possess absolute control over the world itself.

Atticus felt a strange sensation coursing through his body. It was as though his bloodline was reacting to this deeper comprehension.

‘But it’s too draining.’

Simply canceling the butler’s will had left him in this terrible condition. Atticus released a slow breath. His will was nearly exhausted, and even moving felt difficult.

‘Pathetic. You can’t even endure this much?’

‘I don’t have time for this.’

Atticus waved his arm dismissively, as though brushing the arbiter aside.

‘Is this how you thank your master for saving you? Hmph. I see you weren’t taught how to show appreciation.’

‘…Thank you.’

‘…’

She fell silent, clearly caught off guard.

‘Ahem. It was nothing… I simply did as— Student.’

The arbiter’s tone suddenly turned serious.

‘I know.’

Atticus’ expression grew cold as he fixed his gaze ahead, where a lone figure wearing a faceless mask stood motionless, staring directly at him. A Willguard

‘This feeling.’

Atticus clutched his chest, sensing that faint, familiar pull. There was only one group of people capable of provoking such a reaction from him.

Fragment bearers.

‘Come.’

A tremor ran through Atticus’ chest before erupting outward in a blanket of black ink that wrapped tightly around his body, a red shroud blazing across his face. Atticus’ eyes lit with purple light as he slipped into Logoth and invoked Solvath’s power.

He howled forward, erasing the distance as his katana thrust forward like a bolt of lightning.

“…!”

The willguard’s eyes widened in alarm, and he hastily drew his blade as purple light converged onto the weapon just as Atticus’ thrust collided with it in an explosion of blinding brilliance.

Atticus barely registered the violent shockwave crashing against him as his figure blurred, unleashing a relentless storm of thrusts and slashes.

 The willguard struggled desperately to keep up, forced backward as multiple strikes grazed his body and drew blood.

Panic filled his eyes as he desperately gathered Solvath’s power onto his blade and swung downward with everything he had, but his expression froze as Atticus vanished from sight.

He swept down in a whirl, driving the willguard into the ground as his katana plunged downward in an absolute thrust.

“W-wait! Wait! Don’t kill me! I’m not your enemy!”

“…?”

Atticus’ blade halted, but his eyes remained cold even as the willguard quickly removed her mask, revealing the face of a beautiful woman.

“Remember me? I was there… at the battle of Asterra. The fragment bearer the sentinel took with him.”

The woman released a shaky sigh of relief, as though grateful that Atticus had stopped his blade, but froze as the edge of his katana pressed lightly against her neck.

“So?”

“…Huh?”

Atticus’ voice was ice cold, devoid of the slightest fluctuation, and the woman began to tremble as his killing intent seeped into her.

“Wait—wait!”

As though finally realizing her situation, she hurriedly shook her head and waved her hands.

“The willguard are planning something on your territory! I can help you!”

“…”

Atticus stared at her in silence for a moment before slowly retracting his blade.

“Whew… I really thought I was dead…”

Breathing out in relief, the woman attempted to rise, only to freeze as Atticus raised his blade and pointed it directly at her.

“Strip.”

“…what?”

At Atticus’ silent, unmoved stare, the woman’s eyes widened, and she immediately crossed her arms over her chest protectively.

“W-what are you saying!? Are you some kind of… pervert!?”

“…”

Silence waited for a moment before Atticus’ katana blurred, streaks of silver flashing around her. Her clothes were torn cleanly from her body in the next instant, leaving her standing in nothing but her underwear.

“Hiah!”

The woman screamed, desperately trying to cover herself, but Atticus paid her no attention as his gaze moved across her body.

‘On her arms.’

Just as he expected, ancient-looking tattoos were etched across her left arm.

“My body… my beautiful body… how am I supposed to get married now? How could you do this to me…”

Another streak flashed.

A heavy thud echoed as the woman’s severed arm struck the ground.

“W-what…?”

She froze instantly, her widened eyes slowly lifting to meet Atticus’ cold, indifferent gaze.

“This will hurt.”

He placed his palm against her head before she could react, and his will surged outward, engulfing her completely in the next instant. Her screams tore through the air as Atticus’ will burned through her body, and it wasn’t long before her body collapsed into ash that scattered into the wind.

Atticus released a slow breath, feeling a wave of exhaustion settle deeper within him, but he endured it.

‘The others…’

He finally turned his attention to the rest of the battlefield. The clearing had been utterly devastated. His earlier attack had killed most of the gods present and carved deep trenches into the earth. He focused on the battles still unfolding.

Whisker was engaged against two of the queen’s guard while Ozerra faced another. Elsewhere, the silver siblings were struggling against one of the queen’s guard.

‘They work well together.’

Though Zair was responsible for most of the offense, Lyra did not remain idle. Her purple will flared broadly around her as she enhanced Zair with different energy combinations.

‘I wonder what their aspect is.’

Atticus thought absentmindedly as he vanished, appearing directly before the one fighting the siblings.

“…!”

He appeared behind the man before he could react, and his head separated from his body in the next instant.

“…”

Zair and Lyra stared at Atticus with dumbfounded expressions, unable to comprehend how effortlessly he had killed the man.

“Are you okay?”

“…yes.”

At their nod, Atticus vanished once more, sweeping across the clearing in a flash. He killed the remaining major faction gods and champions who had survived his bombardment before reappearing in the center of the clearing.

“Hey! Aren’t you going to help your dear friend Pounce?”

Whisker stared at Atticus expectantly.

“You don’t need help.”

“What? Can’t you see I’m barely surviving here?”

Atticus spared him a brief glance. Whisker lounged comfortably atop his throne with both legs raised and crossed over a table. He had already activated his manifestation, yawning lazily as the butlers struggled helplessly against his grotesque beasts.

“…”

At Atticus’ silent stare, Whisker coughed awkwardly.

“Just admit you don’t want to help.”

“…”

“Alright, fine. I was getting bored anyway.”

As Whisker slowly rose from his throne, a deep crimson glow spilled from his eyes. His azure hair flared wildly around him as fangs extended from his mouth, claws lengthened from his fingers, and his muscles swelled.

His expression became feral, and he vanished, appearing behind the butlers in an instant. Before any of them could react, their bodies were torn apart into countless pieces.

‘What is that?’

Atticus narrowed his eyes. It was the first time Whisker had revealed something like this, and it served as a reminder that he truly knew nothing about the man.

“Cool, right?”

Whisker said with a wide grin.

“…yeah.” Atticus nodded absentmindedly then turned toward Ozerra just as she crushed her opponent’s skull beneath her feet.

‘It’s over.’

The final battle remained between Ozeroth and the fat prince, though it could hardly be called a battle. Ozeroth was over him, unleashing a relentless barrage of brutal punches that reduced the fat prince’s face into a mangled, bloodied mess.

Eventually, as though satisfied, Ozeroth stepped back, staring coldly as the fat prince continued to glare up at him.

“Y-you… once Joan finishes with that boy, he’ll—!”

The fat prince’s eyes widened as Atticus appeared beside Ozeroth.

“Y-you! H-how are you here?!”

“Joan is dead. So are the rest of your subordinates.”

“…what?”

The fat prince hurriedly scanned the clearing before freezing when his gaze landed on Joan’s severed corpse lying motionless on the ground.

“…You defeated him? That’s impossible…”

“Who else did the Queen send?”

The fat prince’s disbelieving expression slowly darkened.

“…You want me to betray my Queen?”

“You can answer. Or you can die painfully.”

“…Then kill me.”

Atticus frowned slightly as he met the man’s unwavering gaze. Glancing at Ozeroth, he simply shrugged.

“He’s prideful. He wouldn’t stop glaring at me, even while I was beating him.”

Atticus understood the nature of will, but this was the first time he had seen someone willing to die so resolutely for their doctrine.

‘It might be different because he’s a true willer…’

Aside from that, Atticus also found it strange that the prince had acted submissively before the butler, yet now chose death over betraying the Queen.

“Damn… first time I’ve seen a fatso not shaking when he’s about to die.”

Whisker said as he appeared.

Ozerra and the siblings had also converged around the fat prince.

“…What should we do?”

Atticus shifted his gaze to Ozeroth, who shook his head.

“He won’t talk.”

“…Then he dies.”

His katana descended without hesitation, severing the man’s head.

Like clockwork, a platform rose from the center of the clearing, and above it, a small yellow flag slowly formed.