Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 1168

The Zorvan general's lifeless eyes stared at the scene in silence.

All around him was devastation. Shattered buildings, flaming debris from fallen warships. Dead, lifeless remains of Zorvans he had once called comrades.

His eyes stopped at a section of the camp, far, far away from where he stood. There lay severed remains, Zorvans smaller than all the others in the area.

New recruits. Children. All dead.

The general clenched his three fingered fists so hard the air around him trembled. He turned towards the human whose presence dwarfed anything he had ever faced.

"Why?" he muttered under his breath.

There was no answer.

Atticus wasn't even looking at him. His gaze was scanning the area, as though searching for something.

The Zorvan's expression shifted and his anger flared.

"WHY DID YOU DO ALL OF THIS!?" he thundered.

Atticus paused. He finally turned, raising a brow.

Had he heard that correctly?

The silence only seemed to fuel the general's rage. His voice rose again, booming.

"You have the power! You could've spared some! Taken prisoners! You didn't have to kill everyone! They were youths, only training to serve their world! How can you be so ruthless!?"

Atticus stared at the general like he was the most hypocritical creature in existence. With his spiritual eyes, he could see the truth, this Zorvan meant every word.

He truly believed it.

Atticus… laughed.

It was absurd. The most ridiculous thing he'd heard all decade.

The general's fury peaked at the sound of that laughter, but before he could speak, Atticus beat him to it.

"On my way here," Atticus began with a steady voice, "I passed through the domains of three Eldoralth races. Billions of people, women, children, massacred by your kind."

It was a first for Atticus. He had never witnessed hypocrisy on this scale.

He had to respond.

"And you're telling me I'm taking things too far?"

The general gritted his teeth. "It's not the same," he spat. "We Zorvan have a just cause. We're trying to help your kind. Eldoralth has been at war for centuries. Millions are dead. Our takeover will unify all under one banner and bring peace!"

Atticus tilted his head slightly. "So… you sought peace by killing people. Hmm. Okay. I understand you now."

But the look in Atticus's eyes said otherwise.

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"Yes," Atticus said coldly. "Then I'd like to help the Zorvan world too."

Shhnk.

That was the only sound the general heard.

He hadn't seen any movement. Nothing had changed, but he felt it.

He was dead.

Still, his fading form turned slightly, locking eyes with Atticus. "You have no idea what you're up against… You'll have no choice but to submit…"

His voice echoed faintly through the air, but Atticus had already turned away.

A second later, the general's form split into two. The force split the ground beneath him for kilometers.

Even in death, his trembling eyes remained on Atticus… until they faded into nothingness.

Atticus didn't seem affected. In fact, he gazed across the devastated camp, spanning thousands of kilometers, as if he hadn't been the one responsible for the carnage.

'There.'

His eyes glinted.

He blurred, traversing hundreds of kilometers in an instant. He landed calmly in front of his target.