Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 1344

Chapter 1344: Loser

The suns met, and for a brief moment, all everyone could see was blinding scarlet.

As the light dimmed and vanished, the furry creature shook off its shock and clapped.

"Team Baron Nerrot failed to land a hit. Team God Atticus successfully defended. Still zero strikes for Baron Nerrot."

"Team God Atticus, are you ready for your last turn?"

"Yes," Ozeroth’s response came immediately.

"Begin."

A moment later, the same shifting ball formed in front of Ozeroth before shooting forwards with blinding speed.

Despite the incoming attack, Nerrot’s eyes stared at empty space, lost. Jargon forcefully snapped out of his reverie and tried to replicate the art.

Again, he failed.

The ball struck Nerrot’s face, jerking his head back. Now, with blue paint mixing with yellow and red, Nerrot’s face was drenched in paint. He looked like a clown, one going through a midlife crisis.

"Team God Atticus succeeded in landing a hit. Team Baron Nerrot failed to defend. Three strikes for God Atticus."

The furry creature allowed his words to settle before turning towards Atticus.

"The game is over, three to none. Team God Atticus wins. The fulfillment of the agreed upon terms shall be carried out."

The words barely registered in Nerrot’s ears. It was only when he felt his will dwindle did he snap out of his trance.

"M-my will..."

The vast pool of will he had access to was being siphoned. Nerrot followed the light to see it surging towards Atticus.

"N-no wait!" Nerrot thundered, panicking. He tried to fight the pull, but nothing seemed to be working. It was futile.

"My liege!"

Jargon appeared before him, eyes filled with shame and guilt. It had been his job to stop the strikes, and he had failed.

"What can I—"

Nerrot’s backhand sent him hurtling away with a deformed face.

"No! You can’t do this!" Nerrot’s voice boomed, echoing across space. "He must have cheated! I call for a rematch!"

He sounded like a madman on his last ropes.

"My father is the viscount! He’ll have all your heads!" He tried to move towards Atticus, but an unseen weight held him in place. He settled on glaring at Atticus instead.

"You! Tell the verge you recall this match or I promise you your entire world will be burned to the ground. I will see to it that you watch your family die! Recall the match!"

When he saw that Atticus didn’t even bother to spare him a glance, his eyes blazed hotter.

"You fucking bastard! I’ll kill you! I’ll fucking kill you! My father will not stand for this! You crazy—"

"How pathetic."

The voice seemed to echo from the universe. It came from everywhere. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

"I expected more from a major faction. Or is this pathetic trait only existing in your lineage, Viscount Merek."

It didn’t take long for people to realize who had just spoken. The Great Verge!

What the hell was he doing here?

Before any of them could wonder, a bright light ignited meters away from Nerrot, and a figure emerged. Nerrot’s eyes widened.

"Father!"

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