Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 1216

The silence stretched long.

Atticus didn’t know if he could fight a damn Segment Star… but he was sure as hell glad this one had a hole the size of a head in his chest.

At Atticus’ question, the Quiet Flame simply smiled, but his expression remained hidden.

"You might be able to help me."

Boom.

Atticus’ battle intent erupted, flooding the area. His grip on his katana tightened.

"How?" he asked, voice cold.

"By winning the Virelenna."

The Quiet Flame could sense Atticus’ confusion and continued.

"The Virelenna is what you’re here for, Kin of the Fallen Star. Winning it will grant you the right to ascend to the Middle Planes."

’That’s the game Whisker told me about,’ Atticus realized.

"You said ’by winning’, does that mean you want me to be your representative?"

"If you want to participate. Only the Segment Star has the power to nominate a god. And yet, every god serves as a representative of their respective Star."

"How many segments are in the lower plane?"

The Quiet Flame paused, as if debating whether to answer. Then he spoke.

"Four."

"Can more than one god be selected?"

"Yes."

’That means I should expect more than four opponents,’ Atticus thought.

"What does it mean for me to be your representative?"

"You’re very thorough, Kin of the Fallen Star. I imagined your kind to be fearless."

"I’m different," Atticus said flatly, ignoring the jab. While Ozeroth rampaged through his thoughts in outrage, things like this barely phased Atticus anymore.

The Quiet Flame smiled faintly.

"Nothing will change for you. It was meant to be beneficial to the winning world and its respective Star."

"So you gain a lot from my efforts. I don’t like that."

"What?" The Quiet Flame sounded genuinely surprised.

"During this competition, is there a chance I could die? Or that my world could be destroyed?"

"…Yes." The Quiet Flame didn’t like where this was going.

"So…" Atticus tilted his head slightly. "You’re saying that I get to risk my life out there, where I could die at any moment… you do literally nothing but watch, and still gain from it?"

The Quiet Flame remained silent.

Atticus continued.

"That’s a one sided deal. I’m not going to do that."

"Representing your Star and taking part in the Virelenna is an honor of the highest level," the Quiet Flame tried to reason.

But Atticus remained impassive.

"You claimed you’ve watched me for so long. Do you really think I care about honor?"

The Quiet Flame was speechless. This wasn’t how he expected the conversation to go.

He knew how much Atticus wanted to ascend. It was supposed to be a fast in and out exchange. Consent, and then selection.

Still, he tried again.

"I’m providing you with valuable information about your competitors—"

"That’s expected. You wouldn’t want your representative to lose."

"It’s wildly arrogant of you to assume you’ll be winning the Virelenna." _{freewebnσvel.cøm}