Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 1469

Chapter 1469: Weight

A flash of lightning ran through the skies, followed by the crackle of thunder.

To the thousands of barons in the layer, it was as though the world itself had reacted.

Raziel Voss, whose staff had been shooting towards Magnus, was halted midway. He found himself suspended in the skies, unable to move an inch.

Magnus, the princess, and her subordinate stared at him with wide eyes just as he began to laugh. They each shot back, creating distance.

"Ah, right!" Raziel said with gleaming eyes, "almost forgot the fucking rules!"

A god could only battle another god. Fighting a champion was forbidden. He’d done just that, and the world had stopped him.

"Alright, alright! I got it!"

He smiled just as the hold on his body waned, then vanished, and movement returned to him.

He clicked his tongue.

"Unfortunate..."

"Godspeed Grace."

The temperature surged to insane heights. Raziel spun, then squinted his eyes at Atticus, who had settled into a stance in the distance, crimson Will shooting into the sky.

’He’s not there.’

Atticus suddenly dispersed into the air. Raziel’s eyes snapped to the side just as Atticus appeared before him in a blaze of roaring fire, katana tearing toward his throat.

Raziel narrowed his eyes.

’He got faster.’

His arm blurred up, staff rising to meet the katana. A burst of light erupted as they clashed, but Raziel’s expression darkened a second later as Atticus’ blade split his staff clean in two, still blazing toward his neck.

’He cut it?’

Raziel twisted midair, narrowly avoiding the lethal arc. Even so, the sword carved a scaling line across his neck.

Smoke rose from the sizzling wound, but Raziel barely acknowledged it.

His eyes were fixed only on Atticus.

’I want him.’

The first few clashes with Atticus had told him everything he needed to know about his target. Atticus was strong. Surprisingly so.

He’d expected nothing when he’d been given his target. To kill or recruit.

Raziel had never been one with the patience to convince a random. He’d rather spend that time trying to get stronger.

His goal from the outset had been to kill and absorb the fragment. But something unexpected had occurred. His interest had been piqued.

’He also knows the path of Logoth.’

How could a random rising god possibly know the ancient technique of the usurpers? Especially to such mastery! It was a mystery his grandfather would be far too keen on learning.

’I must have him.’

Unfortunately, there were problems that needed taking care of before that could happen.

His life had been absent of a rival for as long as he could remember. Someone to challenge him, push him to want to do better and reach higher.

Raziel had seen it in Atticus’ eyes the moment he saw him. He had the same goal, the same mindset of the world. Atticus had the potential to be the one he’d been searching for.

’But he’s not there yet.’

His cold eyes flashed to Magnus in the distance.

’He’s still stuck carrying useless baggage.’

The strong should only follow the strong. Weaklings trying to latch onto power were nothing but leeches. Deadweight whose only purpose was to drag them down.

’I need to kill him.’

Raziel’s eyes flashed black and his Will flared around him. His word dropped the world.

"Absolute Weight."

The air trembled, and Atticus felt as though the universe had slammed into him. He dropped from the skies, crashing toward the ruined city.

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