Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 1510

Chapter 1510: Lessons

Atticus and Whisker appeared at the edge of their territory in a flash.

Though he had felt its vastness, it was only when he traversed it that he realized how truly big the territory was. The people hadn’t even occupied one third of its size.

’It’s them.’

Atticus narrowed his eyes at the army camped at the front of his territory. Their numbers were vast. From a glance, he could tell they entered into the millions.

They were arranged in neat, layered squares, each unit perfectly aligned. Their armors and weapons looked sleek and futuristic, with visors covering their faces. A bulk of the soldiers carried what seemed like plasma guns.

’Citizens,’ he realized.

Compared to his people, their civilization looked far more advanced.

"Atticus Ravenstein!"

He was snapped out of his thoughts by the shout. He traced the bellowing voice to the center of the army, where a giant man sat very comfortably on a large palanquin lifted by hundreds of soldiers, all of them visibly straining under its weight.

The shout rattled the palanquin, causing it to sway as the carriers struggled to keep it steady.

The man, god, Atticus realized, clicked his tongue, muttering something irritably under his breath. As the palanquin finally stabilized, he turned back to Atticus, then grinned.

"I, Gorvath, have come for your head! Accept my challenge now!"

’He’s here for the bounty.’

The man was a true giant. He wore an armless suit and shorts, each one looking moments away from tearing under the pressure of his bulk. His muscles were enormous, thick, round, and jutting like carved stone.

His skin was a deep brown, and his entire frame looked sculpted purely for brutality.

His champions looked like miniature versions of him, with giant bodies stacked with heavy muscles.

’Not a major faction.’

Atticus only kept tabs on the major factions, and for good reason. To reach the top, only those giants at the highest level mattered. Everyone else had never been of interest.

Still, with the current uncertainty, he was forced to take this matter more seriously.

’Territory challenge.’

The moment he received the sudden challenge, he went through the rules again to make sure he hadn’t missed anything.

Now that territories were being treated like real nations, the rules for capturing them had changed. A challenge had to be issued first before any battle between territories could begin.

Acceptance was mandatory, as stipulated. A random theme would then be selected for the challenge, based on several factors that hadn’t been explained.

But Atticus imagined, given their territories, that it could very well turn into an army versus army battle.

The image of his bone wielding, fish brandishing, whining citizens flashed in his mind, and Atticus felt his heart pound.

’We’d lose.’

"What do you think?"

Whisker gave the army a look, then shook his head.

"Doesn’t look good," he said. "The balloon’s will is definitely stronger and more vast than yours. Fighting him head-on will be a mistake. The random challenge might benefit us in this case. But..."

"But if the challenge is between our two armies, then we’re done. Yeah, tell me what I don’t know."

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