Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground - Chapter 1634 See

Chapter 1634  See

The hall fell silent once more, the elders deeply pondering. It wasn’t long before a quiet voice spoke.

“Then… how exactly do you propose we kill him?”

Elder Gordon smiled widely.

“We lure him into a conclave.”

“A conclave…”

A wave of murmurs rippled across the hall. A conclave was a term used to describe a clash between two disciples to decide the more talented one. It was done without the use of Will, and both participants were only allowed to use their Aspects to fight.

“That might work. But why would he agree to it?”

“We give him a reason.”

“What reason?” “Azeron.”

The elder smiled as he saw the frown on the others.

“Elder Azeron has something he wants. That’s the only reason he’s here.”

The elders’ eyes ignited up instantly. Suddenly, the idea began to look enticing.

“…Is that true, Azeron?”

The room turned toward the elder at once.

“Hm? What are you—”

Deep frowns creased the elders’ faces. The man in question, Grand Elder Azeron, was sprawled back in his seat, eyes closed as light snores echoed out.

“…Is he sleeping?”

The elders stared at Azeron with baffled looks. As though to spite them, his snore abruptly grew louder, reverberating across the room.

“This is ridiculous. Nowan, wake him up.”

Elder Nowan gave each of them a narrowed look, his expression clearly saying he wasn’t going to be a scapegoat.

However, as though he could feel the room’s attention on him, Azeron startled awake, blinking as every elder focused on him.

“Azeron…” Elder Gordon said. “This is a council of elders. And you’re asleep?”

“…Mm.”

“You dare disrespect us like this?!”

The others nodded in agreement. It was basically a slap to their faces.

Yawnnn.

However, Azeron didn’t seem to care about their dissatisfaction, indulging in a long stretch. He pressed his palm over his open mouth the next moment as though to clear the grogginess.

“You…!”

At this point, the elders were fuming. Yet every single one of them remained seated.

“Ah… that was refreshing.”

Azeron smiled lightly, glancing around the room.

“Well? Have you all finished? Or should I go back to sleep?”

“You…” Elder Gordon gritted his teeth. “We are discussing the future of the Evoli.”

“All I heard was a group of cowards trying to gang up on a boy.”

“Cowards? That boy killed Raziel. Your disciple.” “And?” “You should be the one trying to tear him apart.”

Azeron let out a loud laugh.

“It’s that fool’s fault for losing. The weak get crushed. That’s how the world works.”

Azeron’s eyes turned cold as he stood up from his seat. The air grew heavy in an instant, pressing down on the elders.

“Atticus Ravenstein is my guest. Anyone who tries anything against him is declaring war on me. Get that through your thick skulls.”

“Hurk!”

The elders gritted their teeth as they strained against the force, but neither could move.

“You… don’t you care about the future of the Evoli? If we don’t kill him, then—”

“The core of the Evoli is to nurture great talent and set them on the path to absolute domination.”

Azeron’s heavy aura pinned Gordon in place.

“That boy is one of the greatest talents we’ve ever seen, and yet all you want to do is snuff him out because you’re afraid.”

Azeron turned and began to walk out of the room.

“I’ve warned you. Cross me… and you’ll regret it.”

As the door closed behind him, the suffocating pressure vanished. The elders released deep breaths, clutching the tables.

They glanced at each other silently, shaking their heads. Though they led the Evoli collectively, none of them could stand against Azeron overwhelming might. At one corner of the hall, the Elder Gordon’s teeth were gritted to the extreme.

…

‘It’s beautiful.’

Atticus calmly made his way through an enchanting garden. The flowers were arranged neatly, full of life and color, with trimmed bushes stretching around him.

‘The air too…’

The air was peaceful, embracing his mind in a soothing calmness. He had seen the garden from their room and felt the urge to check it out. He hadn’t regretted the choice.

Glancing back at the building, Atticus confirmed that his barriers were still up.

‘She’s still meditating.’

To calm her mind, he had suggested that Anorah meditate. He had seen firsthand how burdened she had been over the past month. Having to wait so long after learning her father was alive…

Atticus’ eyes grew cold. ‘I’ll find him.’

Even if he had to add the Usurpers to the list of his enemies, he would.

‘Whew.’

Atticus exhaled as he wandered through the garden. He wasn’t sure what game the Usurpers were playing, but he decided to use this time more productively.

‘It feels good.’

He clenched his fists, feeling the power coursing through him. Despite the number of gods he had killed during his ascent, he hadn’t felt any major change. The number of dominion rank worlds under him refused to budge from 200+. However, the higher he ascended, the more the restrictions on his power eased.

 Now that he had reached the Summit, he could feel the might of 200+ Dominion-rank worlds brimming within him.

‘My aspect too.’

Even his aspect had been affected. His range had increased, and he could withstand stronger commands.

‘I’ll give that a try later.’

Though the thought of those demonic steps sent a shudder through him, with all this progress, he felt it was best to give the Sixth Katana Art another trial.

Satisfied, Atticus turned to another matter.

‘Where are they?’

He frowned lightly. He had made a mental note of his major enemies upon reaching the Summit. Aside from the major factions and the Willguard, the Spirit king and Ozerra’s mother took precedence.

‘They should be in the Summit.’

They were both dangerous forces he had no intention of underestimating. And while he had just arrived, he felt it necessary to end everything once and for all.

‘Hm?’

Atticus snapped his gaze to the side. There was a large circular shrub sculpture before him, and nothing else. Still, his eyes turned cold as he reached for his katana.

“Come out. Now.”

The air before the sculpture distorted, and a man materialized. The man was broad, with large white bushy beards swallowing his face.

The man’s expression was one of shock.

“You… you can see me?”

…

Leaving the grand hall, Azeron fired into the skies.

‘Tch. Those spineless fools.’

A deep frown marred his face, reminded of that failure. He had placed such great hopes in Raziel that he had ignored many of his… tendencies. Yet the fool had lost overwhelmingly to that boy.

‘Atticus Ravenstein.’

A grin spread across his face as the name echoed in his mind. Just over a year… he had ascended to the peak of the Summit in just over one year. Azeron had never heard anything so ridiculous in all his life.

‘He’s the real deal.’

His grin widened. Atticus slaughtering the Judicator and major factions had only deepened his awe.

‘I can’t wait…’

He was excited. Thrilled to finally meet him. Being able to mentor such a talent would be nothing short of amazing.

Soon, he reached the wing of the palace where Atticus resided.

‘There!’

His eyes landed on a freakishly tall, white haired figure calmly walking through the garden.

‘Atticus Ravenstein.’

Azeron could feel his heart hammering in his chest. The sheer power brimming from Atticus was insane.

‘This…!’

He was even stronger than Azeron had thought. At the very least, this was peak Grand Sovereign. Hadn’t he just reached the Summit?

Azeron clenched his fists as a surge of thrill roared through him.

He couldn’t resist the temptation. He just had to test him.

‘Let’s see…’

Azeron focused on his Aspect.

‘Impose.’

The air rippled around him, then collapsed. He vanished from sight the next moment. Descending from the skies, Azeron moved toward one of the farther sculptures in the garden, watching Atticus approach from a distance.

‘Will he notice?’

If Azeron were visible, he would look like an excited child playing hide and seek. Still, his doubt was well warranted. His aspect was the very thing that placed him at the top of the hierarchy. What made him untouchable compared to the other elders.

Aspect of Supremacy.

Like the name implied, it enabled him to impose hierarchy into existence. He could decide what was above and what was below. For Atticus to see through it, his existence would have to be greater than Azeron’s. He had used it on the elders numerous times, and none had ever caught him.

As Atticus approached, Azeron became still and unmoving. Just when it seemed like Atticus was about to reach him, the boy suddenly snapped his gaze toward him.

“Come out. Now.”

A chill ran through Azeron’s body. His eyes widened as he released his aspect.

“You… you can see me?”