Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground - Chapter 1680 Question

Chapter 1680  Question

“The mad spawn is here too…”

 “Even the great Ozzy…”

The fearful looks weren’t all focused on Atticus alone. Over the course of a decade, almost everyone standing behind him had their names etched into their minds.

Most of that attention shifted toward Whisker and Ozeroth, the two who had spent the most time beside Atticus during their conquest. As Ozeroth heard his title, his lips twitched faintly. His gaze slid toward Whisker, then hardened into a death glare.

Whisker, meanwhile, had a hand over his mouth, his shoulders subtly shaking as he tried, and failed, to hold back his laughter.

“You…” Ozeroth growled.

While Whisker and the others had earned cool, dangerous-sounding nicknames, he had somehow ended up with this ridiculous title. And Whisker had been the root of it all.

After their first conquest, when the inhabitants of that world had been watching them in fear, Whisker had chosen that exact moment to disguise himself among them and shout…

All hail the great Ozzy!

The entire world had dropped to their knees and echoed the name without hesitation. And before Ozeroth even realized what was happening, the name had already spread… until the entire Span was chanting it.

Meanwhile, the one drawing the most attention, Atticus, remained completely unfazed.

‘There are a lot of them.’

His gaze moved across the space. It was vast, stretching endlessly, and filled with people. Thousands of gods stood gathered, along with their subordinates, all seeking ascension to the Crown.

In the past ten years, Atticus had destroyed and absorbed countless worlds. He had killed numerous gods, and through it all, he had come to understand just how boundless the Span truly was. No matter how many he killed, more continued to emerge, as though they would never run out.

The thousands of gods before him stood as a testament to just how vast and endless the Span truly was.

 He likely hadn’t even gotten a quarter of the way through conquering it. Still, what this meant was simple;

‘They’re still out there.’

The major factions, which he had somewhat believed to have been dealt with, were still very much active within the Span.

 A single glance at the gathered gods told him that much. Redflames, Nature, Abyss, even Willguard… he could spot hundreds of them within this hall.

A flicker of coldness passed through Atticus’ gaze.

“Span.”

The air before him distorted, rippling faintly, and a small creature with large eyes and a furry body appeared.

The eyes of the watching gods widened. Span? Had he just said… Span? Their gazes locked onto the creature, widening further as they felt the overwhelming presence radiating from it. This… it truly was the presence of a Star!

At that realization, many couldn’t help but swallow hard. In what world could a mere god summon a Star?

“Why did you call me, child?”

The Span gazed at Atticus with an unamused expression. Though there was a faint glint in his eyes, curious at why Atticus had summoned him.

Atticus’ cold gaze swept across the gathered gods. The major faction members stiffened.

“…Can I kill here?”

The gazes of many shrank. Kill? Here? You don’t mean…

Their eyes widened as they met Atticus’ detached gaze. It was as though he regarded them as nothing more than slabs of meat. As that realization settled in, many immediately turned ashen pale.

He wanted to kill them…

Instinctively, eyes turned toward the small furry creature, hoping that the response from his mouth would be a deafening no.

The Span frowned slightly, tilting his head. ‘This child…’

He knew Atticus had declared war on the major factions, essentially the entire middle planes. But even he hadn’t expected this level of follow-through. At this point, it was clear he planned on eradicating them. For a mere child… Somehow, the Span couldn’t help but feel… impressed.

He clicked his tongue inwardly.

‘Another loss.’

The Verge had claimed the boy would shock him once before he ascended, and he hadn’t believed it possible. Yet here it was, another unfortunate loss.

‘But he doesn’t have to know…’

Thoughts of how he could twist things, how he might make it seem as though he hadn’t been surprised, flickered through his mind. He gave a small inward nod. Though it grated against his pride, the number of losses had grown far too many. The Verge was his younger brother, after all, he couldn’t allow him to grow too cocky.

A moment passed in utter silence before the Span nodded.

“The Crown doesn’t explicitly forbid it. So yes… you may kill.”

The gazes of the major faction gods trembled. The temperature seemed to drop, the air turning chillingly cold. Many instinctively took a step back.

“No—no, I’m leaving!”

“Take me out of here! Now!”

Several of the major faction gods demanded to be returned to their worlds, but only deafening silence responded them.

The Crown remained unmoved.

“This… this is pathetic!” A broad man with a massive axe strapped to his back shouted. With his blazing red hair and fiery eyes, it was clear he bore the defining traits of the Redflames.

“We are the major factions! Rulers of the middle planes! People hear our names and tremble, they bow to us! And you’re all shaking because of one child? Have you forgotten who we are?! How can we bow to him and still call ourselves major faction?!”

As his intense gaze swept across them, many couldn’t help but clench their fists, their eyes hardening. He was right, their reactions had been unsightly!

The Redflame nodded at the reaction, then suddenly swung his axe up, pointing it straight at Atticus.

“Child god or whatever you call yourself. The major factions are absolute. I’ll remind you what that means.”

“Red Sun!”

A blazing sun ignited behind him, flooding the space with searing radiance. His will erupted into a surge of fire as his pressure swelled violently.

“Boring Vines!”

 “Nebula!”

The other major faction gods followed, unleashing their auras as their ultimate arts manifested one after another.

“It’s over.”

The Redflame’s eyes flashed sharply. In the next instant, he appeared before Atticus, his axe crashing down with overwhelming force. The others moved just as swiftly, their attacks converging from every direction.

In the face of it all, Atticus remained completely unfazed. He glanced back and gave Anastasia a small nod. She returned it at once, pulling Freya close and placing a hand over her eyes.

With that done, Atticus turned forward. A formless energy rippled lightly from him as he spoke.

“…Explode.”