Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 1518

Chapter 1518: Heard

Killing the protestors, whether it was actually his fault or not, would only reinforce the people’s belief and paint him as the guilty one.

’There could be more here.’

Though they had stopped one of them in time, the same couldn’t be said about the others. He focused on the roaring crowd, on the chanting mass and their furious eyes.

Anyone here could be a spy.

’I have to find another way to find them.’

A thought struck him, and he turned to the others.

"Find a way to clear my name. I’ll focus on the remaining spies."

He vanished the moment they nodded, reappearing in the commissioner’s office.

"M-my lord!"

The rotund man was at it again. Even more girls than before were scattered across the office, giggling and doing all sorts of... immoral things.

Hundreds of children were dead, the territory was on the brink of collapse, yet this foolish man was here having the time of his life.

Atticus felt a wave of anger rise through him but forced it down. ’He’s not real.’

He reminded himself and snapped a finger. Instantly, the man was fully clothed, the women gone, leaving only the two of them inside the quiet office.

The commissioner stiffened, eyes wide, but Atticus had no time for nonsense.

"Give me everything you have on the citizens of this territory. In paper form."

The commissioner blinked, unsure if he had heard correctly. He gulped when he saw Atticus’ expression.

"B-but there are more than a billion..."

"Do it. Now."

"O-of course!"

Though terrified, he bolted from the office to fulfil the order. It took many moments, and the effort of the entire building. to gather and transport the necessary files.

Information had to be sent from multiple regions, and after about half an hour, he finally returned.

"T-this way, my lord."

Atticus was led to a massive room where he saw rows upon rows of stacked documents sprawled across the floor.

"It took a while, but we were able to gather the information of every citizen in the territory. It’s up to date, even children born less than an hour ago."

He cast a hesitant glance at Atticus. "If you need any help, lord, I’ll be happy to—"

"Leave."

The commissioner swallowed, cleared his throat, and quickly nodded before exiting.

Atticus fixed his eyes on the mountainous stack before him. He had felt the commissioner’s doubt, the silent question of how he planned on going through this much information.

They had no idea how wrong they were to question Atticus’ mental capacity.

Atticus simply blurred. A gust swept through the room, ruffling countless documents. They hadn’t moved an inch from their place, yet Atticus’ eyes flickered endlessly with calculations.

’I got it.’

He vanished from the room and appeared high in the sky, closing his eyes.

His plan was simple: gather and memorize the information of every citizen, then use it to scan the territory for anyone who didn’t belong.

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