Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 1499

Chapter 1499: Finally

Merek had witnessed many impossible things in his life.

The middle planes were vast and overflowing with wonders. A millennium spent climbing through the ranks had taught him that the universe held countless inexplicable phenomena.

He had learned to simply accept such things when he encountered them. It was easier that way.

But what unfolded before him could not stand beside those unexplainable oddities. Those were distant mysteries. This was something that violated the very idea of "impossible." Impossible things were meant to stay impossible. Nothing should have had the right to drag them into reality.

And yet, before his eyes, one had.

’What... is happening?’

Merek felt his heart pounding as the wills of the Redflames he’d been about to absorb spiraled around Atticus before assimilating with him.

’He copied it?’

It was unthinkable. To copy a will art of such complexity and magnitude in seconds was unheard of. This was why Atticus had chosen to get so close. Why he’d ignored Merek and aimed for the weaker generals.

’He set this up from the start.’

Merek clenched his fist so hard the air shuddered.

"What... what are you?"

Atticus’ burning gaze locked onto his. His hand closed around his katana, the blade trembling in its sheath as his swelling will twisted the air into rippling heat.

"I’m the last thing you’ll ever see."

Merek’s eyes flew open as Atticus vanished, a scorching trail left in his wake. Heat slammed into him a heartbeat before a world splitting slash descended from above. His instinct forced his arms up, his will snapping into a gauntlet that met the attack in a flash that stole the world from view.

A violent tremor shot through Merek’s body, followed by a sudden surge of pain. His eyes trembled.

’I–I l–lost.’

The scorching wind crushed against his back as he was flung through the horizon in a streak of red. Trees vaporized before contact, erupting into clouds of black ash. The ground beneath him glazed over into molten glass from the heat chasing his wake.

Merek gritted his teeth as the agony hammered through him. For a Redflame viscount to feel heat from a will that wasn’t Redflame was beyond humiliating, yet this boy seemed intent on making the impossible possible.

’Get a grip!’

Merek spun and twisted, his hair and attire whipping violently around him. From that blow alone, he could already tell how haggard he must look, but that was the least of his concerns.

’He burned my gauntlet.’

An artifact of that quality, destroyed in a single clash. What in the gods was the boy’s weapon made of?

The temperature spiked. Merek snapped his head up just as Atticus appeared before him in a streak of light, his will blazing like a storm of white fire. He drove his katana forward in a thrust that carved a vacuum in the air.

’I can’t clash directly!’

"Solar Drift."

He flickered aside, feeling the air scream as the thrust tore past. His arms shot forward toward Atticus’ head, only for his eyes to flash gold.

"Solar Drift."

Atticus flickered away, evading the punch that tore through the horizon. He reappeared in a spinning arc, katana whirling toward Merek.

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