Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 1406

Chapter 1406: Thus.

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When the Verge assigned it here, it had wondered why, but the question answered itself when the child monster arrived.

’But it’s against the rules.’

For a moment, the creature doubted its master. Had the Verge actually made a mistake?

Atticus fighting would violate the decree, which meant it would have to remove him, much to its chagrin.

It shook its head, then turned toward Atticus.

"As much as it pains me to say it, the abomination is right. This battle is strictly Resistance versus Will Guard. You’re neither, so you have to leave."

’How unfortunate.’

A few seconds passed, but Atticus still hadn’t moved.

The furry creature frowned. Its master might be interested in the boy, but that didn’t mean he’d tolerate disrespect.

"Hey—"

It was about to speak when Atticus raised his arm.

It was the second time today, and its implications were just as profound as the first. Asterra had no mana. But an ocean of it might as well have been contained within Atticus.

The air around him distorted as mana rippled outward, climbing into the sky until a vast screen formed overhead.

On it, a scene blinked into existence.

"Be a part of the Resistance," Anorah had said to Atticus deep in the night.

But before they could continue, a man landed just meters away from them, sinking down to one knee in front of the saint and interrupting them.

"One..." the saint, Anorah, had muttered.

"There’s trouble," the man, One, had said.

"I’m afraid we’ll have to call it a night. Duty calls," the saint had said to him, walking toward One.

"So, what did you decide?" she asked as she got to him.

Atticus had pondered for a moment, then answered, "No commitments. No forced orders."

The saint had nodded.

"I accept."

A smile appeared on her face, and she turned.

"I’m Anorah," she had said. "But my people call me the Violet Saint."

The screen dissolved into motes of light that dispersed in the air. At this point, the Sentinels’ eyes leaked an ugly heat.

"Spectacular!" the furry creature clapped as it bellowed, its excitement clear.

"How can we trust the authenticity of this?" the second Sentinel said. "Are we just supposed to—"

"I call upon the Verge to judge this matter."

The Sentinels’ eyes snapped toward Atticus. Throughout the short exchange, his and Anorah’s gazes had never left them.

"Hm?" The furry creature narrowed its eyes at Atticus.

’Did he just...?’

Had it heard the boy correctly? Not only had he spoken directly to the Verge, he hadn’t even shown the proper respect.

"How dare you—!"

It was about to speak when a laugh rumbled through the world.

The air trembled. The land fell still. Even the Arbiter dropped to its knees.

A voice echoed, vast and powerful:

"This child! Where in the hells have you been for the past millennia? You have a way of thrilling me!"

"G–Great V–Verge!" The Arbiter’s voice shook. "To think you would grace this lowly one with your presence!"

They erased the distance, purple trails left in their wake. A katana flashed toward one; a sword descended on the other. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

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