Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 1038

The Obsidian Order had achieved a feat that no one in the entirety of Eldoralth would have ever believed to be possible.

The utilization of life force as a weapon.

Life force, in the simplest terms, was the essence of existence , the lifetime of an individual, the culmination of potential, innate vitality, spiritual depth, and destined longevity. It was more than a number of years; it was the weight of one’s being… and the power that resided in their very soul.

The strength of one’s life force was a terrifying concept, because nothing outweighed life itself. That singular truth was the verse carved into the hearts of the Obsidian Order.

"There is nothing greater than life."

And with that truth, they created an abominable method: using life itself as a catalyst for destruction.

With it, even a mere Expert rank could imprison a Paragon.

With it, even a child could become a living bomb capable of collapsing cities.

But such power came at the ultimate price, the complete obliteration of the user’s existence. And the Obsidian Order had no qualms with such sacrifices. They welcomed death. They worshiped results.

So far, only the Obsidian Order possessed the technology and understanding to manipulate life force in such a way.

Viktor Halden was not one of those individuals.

And yet… he had used it. Perfectly.

Two things had guided him.

The first was the moment he held the orb, the core that had imprisoned Atticus Ravenstein.

Draktharion had felt the unbearable weight it held. But when Viktor touched it…

It had felt weightless.

Almost… welcoming.

And then came the whisper.

A whisper of death.

A whisper that spoke directly to his soul. Urging him, pleading with him to surrender everything he was for what resided within it.

The second was Xal’zereth’s words.

"You’ll die a meaningless death."

To anyone else, it was a threat. A cold, dismissive declaration.

But to Viktor, who had heard death’s whisper, it was everything he needed.

He didn’t need to force anything.

He didn’t need to manipulate his life force consciously.

The orb had simply taken it, the moment he willed it so.

"I give my life… to free Atticus Ravenstein."

Those words echoed like prophecy, like judgment. And their implications rippled across the sky.

The moment he spoke, a blinding light erupted from the core, flaring so violently that it parted the very clouds above the dimensional world, casting away the gloom as if the heavens themselves made way for something greater.

All heads snapped toward the light. Eyes winced. Auras trembled.

Only three people in that moment were able to keep their eyes open.

The first was Xal’zereth, his array of abyssal black orbs watching every millisecond with unsettling calmness.

The second was Zenon, who didn’t care if his vision burned out, his eyes had adapted, tears streaming from their corners, fists clenched so tightly his knuckles cracked beneath the strain.

And lastly… Viktor himself.

His body trembled. His eyes sizzled from the overwhelming glow, smoke rising from his sockets, but he didn’t flinch. He stared directly into the radiance, face contorted not in pain… but in peace.

A soft smile crept across his burnt lips.

One of acceptance. Of sacrifice. Of hope.

And as the figure began to form within the core of that celestial light, Viktor’s lips moved one last time.

"Please… save our world."

And then, he turned to dust. Gone… like a flame in the wind.

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