Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground - Chapter 1647 Touch Him
Chapter 1647 Touch Him
‘It’s the people.’
Atticus almost cursed his own stupidity. How had he not realized this sooner? Everything about this situation had been strange from the very beginning.
Even after all the Willguard he slaughtered, it had seemed as though the High Judicator cared more about putting on a spectacle than actually killing him. The people’s praise was his fuel, his very power.
Which meant he would only continue growing stronger, inevitably pushing Atticus into an even more dangerous situation.
Atticus tightened his grip on his katana as his gaze sharpened.
‘I have to sever it.’
A heavy pressure descended upon him, and he found the High Judicator staring at him with glowing eyes. The aura surrounding him had grown even denser, and the weight of his presence bore down heavily on Atticus.
He raised his sword and pointed it forward.
“You will answer for your crimes.”
He vanished in a flash of light.
Atticus blurred to the side, catching the faint glimpse of a thrust tearing past where he had just been.
His arm moved the next moment, sending several lethal slashes toward the High Judicator.
The High Judicator’s eyes flashed.
“Haven’t you realized yet? It’s pointless.”
The slashes passed straight through him as if he didn’t exist.
Atticus’ gaze met the High Judicator’s midair. The outside world faded into nothingness.
They vanished in the next instant, streaking across the skies in an endless stream of phantoms.
Despite his frail limbs, every movement of the High Judicator seemed to carry the weight of the world. His once hunched back had straightened, and his golden eyes flickered rapidly across Atticus’ body, striking toward every lethal point in relentless succession.
Atticus felt the wind slam against him as he barely evaded the storm of thrusts and slashes. The distant booms of missed attacks echoed around him, drowned out by the roaring cheers of the crowd below.
As the battle dragged on, the High Judicator only grew faster.
Not long after, the attacks began grazing Atticus’ body, drawing faint trickles of blood. The High Judicator’s eyes shone even brighter as his strikes rained down with increasing speed.
Atticus’ eyes narrowed.
“Detonate.”
The air between them erupted in a violent explosion that swallowed them both and obscured the battlefield.
Appearing in the distance, Atticus raised his arm and fixed his detached gaze on the High Judicator far away.
“Fall.”
The sky flashed scarlet as an incalculable number of fireballs filled the heavens. Atticus lowered his hand without hesitation, and they rained down upon the land in an endless storm of falling flames.
“Hmph.”
The High Judicator raised his arm, and a shimmering golden light burst forth, spreading across the entire sky.
The fireballs slammed into the golden barrier in an endless barrage of explosions that shook the earth, unleashing a dense haze that engulfed everything.
A moment later, a brilliant light burst through the smoke.
The High Judicator hovered untouched in the sky. The golden radiance surrounding him had grown so intense that he resembled a shining beacon in the heavens.
He gazed down at the clearing fog, his expression cold.
“Surrender, Atticus Ravenstein. You stand before the will of true justice.”
His booming words earned even more reverent praise from the people, causing the golden glow around him to intensify even further.
As the haze cleared, the High Judicator’s gaze narrowed.
Atticus had vanished.
“Where—?”
He frantically swept his gaze across the battlefield, searching for Atticus.
He froze the moment his eyes found him.
Atticus now stood at the entrance of the city.
His body was lowered into a deep stance, both arms gripping the hilt of his sheathed katana.
The High Judicator’s eyes flew wide.
“Wai—!”
“Transcendent Slash. Godspeed Grace.”
Atticus drew his katana an inch from its sheath, a low crimson glow radiating from his body.
He burst forward in an explosion of raging fire… and vanished.
The next moment, he appeared thousands of kilometers away, at the far end of the city.
For a moment, there was nothing but silence.
Then a sharp sound echoed as Atticus slowly slid his katana back into its sheath.
Faint lines started to flare across the millions gathered below. The next instant, the countless bodies collapsed into pieces as rivers of blood burst forth and drenched the land.
Above, the High Judicator’s gaze trembled.
Only now did he understand what had happened. The barrage of fire hadn’t been a desperate attempt. It had been bait!
Atticus had used the brief moment when the sky was swallowed by smoke to reach the city.
Below, despite the carnage he had just unleashed, Atticus’ expression remained unmoved.
To him, the millions he had killed were a necessary sacrifice. It was either them, or him.
He narrowed his gaze at the Judicator’s dimming figure in the sky.
‘It worked.’
Without the people fueling him, he could feel the overwhelming pressure bearing down on him had lessened significantly.
The High Judicator ground his teeth, glaring at Atticus.
“You… monster. To slaughter innocent people like this…! Such evil cannot be allowed to exist in this world! I will see you judged!”
Atticus narrowed his gaze as the Judicator flashed before him in a burst of light, unleashing several piercing strikes all at once.
His stance shifted rapidly, evading each blurring thrust.
Though he was being pushed back, Atticus’ eyes shone.
‘He’s gotten slower.’
The loss of power had clearly affected his speed. Though the High Judicator was still fast, it was no longer to the extent that Atticus couldn’t handle.
Still, there was one thing left to solve.
‘His Aspect…’
Even if he could match his speed, if Atticus couldn’t touch him, there was no chance of winning this fight.
He instantly felt the disappointed gaze from within his mind and inwardly sighed.
‘I guess I have no choice.’
He had been trying to avoid using it because of the strain, but he could see no other option.
His gaze sharpened.
“Come.”
A black mould burst from his chest, spreading rapidly as it encased his body in a skin tight armor while a red shroud flared over his face.
Atticus jerked his head to the side as a blade ripped past him. He closed the distance in a burst of speed, driving his fist upward in a savage uppercut.
The High Judicator released a derisive scoff.
“You still haven’t learned? It’s futile—”
“Touch him.”
Atticus’ fist slammed into the man’s chin with such force that his mask shattered, revealing a twisted expression as the punch tore through his head.
He was sent hurtling into the sky like a streak of light the next moment.
