Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 1175

Chapter 1175: Wrong

In the wrecked human domain, where a purple haired girl lay unmoving inside a glowing purple dome, another figure materialized several meters away, striding swiftly toward her.

It was Ozeroth. Or at least, a clone of him.

He had made a decision, the only viable path left was to stop the Spirit King through Zoey. Somehow.

'Bond, you really should be here.'

He knew Atticus. Knew how much the boy cared about her. And now, that same girl was being used as a puppet for the Spirit King.

'She won't last this way.'

Zoey was running on borrowed time. Talented or not, her body was far too weak to handle the magnitude of energy being funneled through it.

If things kept going at this pace, her body would collapse. Implode, even. And it would occur very soon.

And the Spirit King had to know about this. That was likely why he was trying to wrap things up quickly, before his fuel source gave out.

'Knocking her out should do the trick.'

In honor of Atticus, and the fact that she was innocent, Ozeroth didn't want to end her life. No, just like with Atticus, the energy link needed her to be conscious and focused. Interrupt that, and the flow would falter.

'She's probably being brainwashed. Or… maybe her spirit is.'

That was the only explanation for her stillness and her unnatural focus despite her state.

'Shutting her down should be enough.'

Ozeroth drew back his arm, preparing to punch through the dome, when a burst of blinding light flared beside him. His eyes snapped toward it, and his expression darkened.

"How predictable."

The Spirit King's cold voice echoed out, low and emotionless. _{freёwebnovel.com}

Ozeroth tensed.

'It's not him.'

The real king was still chasing the real Ozeroth. Which could only mean one thing…

'A clone.'

The Spirit King had anticipated this play… and countered with one of his own.

"WorldStep."

Ozeroth's expression twisted as the Spirit King's form shimmered, vanishing in a flash, only to reappear directly in front of him.

A second later, they collided, their clash sending a concussive wave ripping through the air.

And yet, despite the violence of it all, the dome surrounding Zoey remained untouched.

While Ozeroth battled for the survival of Eldoralth, Zoey… was somewhere else entirely.

It was morning.

Sunlight streamed through the window, falling softly on a girl whose beauty could spark wars. Her eyes stirred open, and she winced, instinctively shielding them with her hand.

Then suddenly, her eyes sharpened.

In one swift motion, she leapt out of bed, eyes flashing purple as she slipped into a battle stance, her senses on high alert.

But…

'This… is my room.'

There was nothing. No danger. No threats.

Just silence. A simple, quiet room.

"Did you hit your head in your dream or something?"

Zoey froze. Not because of the sudden sound, but because of who it belonged to.

Someone precious. Someone whose death had carved a hole in her heart that nothing had ever been able to fill.

She turned around slowly, and her eyes landed on a purple haired woman, standing there with a playful look, as if watching a crazy person.

"Or has my little niece gone mad?"

Zoey's lips trembled. The tears threatened to fall, but she forced them back.

"A-aunt Jereva?" she whispered.

Jereva raised an eyebrow, then grinned. "Now there's my favorite niece."