Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 1341

Chapter 1341: Serpent

"Do both teams understand the rules?"

As Atticus and Nerrot nodded, the furry creature extended its clawed hands and produced a coin.

"We’ll decide the first turn by flipping this coin. The challenge calls."

"Heads," Atticus said.

"Baron Nerrot, tails," the furry creature declared and nodded, suddenly flipping the coin. It was weightless in space, but its will forcefully brought it down to the back of its clawed arm.

"Tails. Baron Nerrot goes first."

Nerrot didn’t bother to hide his smile. Though his direct opponent was the other team’s attacker, Ozeroth, his eyes were focused squarely on Atticus.

It was an action that grated on Ozeroth’s pride, but he held back his anger. He had chosen this position for a reason, he wanted to see Nerrot’s smile after this game.

"Remember, defenders, you have until the attacker’s attack reaches the middle line to defend. Anything past that, and you lose the turn. Also, the attacks fired by the attackers can’t harm their opponents, so you don’t have to worry," the furry creature explained, floating up to hover above the group.

Both teams nodded. The rules were simple and straightforward enough, and Atticus couldn’t help but appreciate that.

He had initially wanted to deny Nerrot’s suggestion for a game, but when he heard the rules, it felt like he would be committing some sort of crime should he refuse. It was a game tailored specifically for him and Ozeroth.

Atticus’ eyes were on Nerrot, though not for the same reasons as the latter. As the defender, he had to observe the opposing attacker. He could practically feel the baron’s excitement from here.

"Begin."

Not even a second was wasted. Nerrot raised his arm, two words rolling from his mouth.

"Serpent Fang."

His will flared, before converging in front of him at rapid speed.

In the next moment, a massive serpent shaped flame construct made of segmented, rotating flame scales burst to life.

The smile on Nerrot’s face widened.

’That’s one strike for me.’

He hadn’t even fired the attack yet, but he had already determined his win. He needed three strikes to win, and to him, this was one.

’There’s no way he could copy this.’

There was a reason Nerrot had suggested this game. Born among numerous kins who strived to gain their father’s approval, Nerrot had determined from an early age that he needed to find what he was good at and refine it.

And he had done just that. His intellect, his ingenuity, Nerrot had discovered that he had more of these qualities than his siblings. So, he refined them.

Of all his siblings, Nerrot could confidently claim that none of them could best him when it came to creating or copying willarts. Which was why he had made this game rather than fighting directly.

His siblings knew better than to challenge him in this sort of game, but it was clear this newly ascended god was still uninformed, or just stupid.

This game, God’s Chess as he had named it, was a test of ingenuity. Each team had to fire an attack, and the only way to defend was if they copied the willart perfectly.

The meaning was simple, anything goes. He could layer countless effects into his willart, and it was up to the opposing defender to figure them out. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

For example, this Serpent Fang was more than it seemed. He had modified it specifically for this game.

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