Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 1227

Chapter 1227: Not Hopeless

A quiet sigh of relief swept through the group. At the very least, it wasn’t as hopeless as they thought.

“Who will you select, Supreme Ruler?”

At Oberon’s sudden question, many tensed. Five champions were required for the Virelenna, which meant Atticus had to choose four of them.

It was a dangerous role. One where lives could be lost, especially with the strength of their opponents still unknown.

Suddenly, the gazes of the Eldorians narrowed. Something had washed over them.

Battle intent.

Heads turned and landed on Aric Stormrider. His expression was rabid, a savage grin spread across his face.

The eight sheathed swords around his waist vibrated, begging to be released. Aric locked eyes with Atticus, and there was no mistaking the message behind that wild look.

Choose me.

The expressions of the others darkened. Aric had ignited something in their hearts. They had been focused on the danger, on the cost. On death.

They had forgotten the most important thing. They were protecting their world. The honor behind it. The meaning. The pride.

Their backs straightened, and one by one, they fixed their determined gazes on Atticus, waiting for him to make his choice.

But Atticus was about to speak when he suddenly felt a pull.

‘Quiet Flame…’ he turned his gaze to the sky.

“I’ll be back soon,” he said, and before anyone could react, his crimson Will enveloped the world, and he vanished.

…

Atticus appeared inside the ruined world of collapsing floating islands.

This time, he didn’t have to wait. In the next instant, he was seated on a high throne, directly in front of a silent Quiet Flame.

Quiet Flame sighed when he met Atticus’ intense gaze. “I had no idea they were going to be there. They took me by surprise too.”

Atticus shook his head. “That may be true… but you still kept the fact that the factions of the Middle Planes are supporting the other gods.”

Quiet Flame fell silent.

Atticus was completely right. He had hit the nail right on the head. How did he know about that, especially so soon?

‘I underestimated him again,’ Quiet Flame chided himself. He was a being who had lived for millennia and was still being seen through by a child.

Quiet Flame’s silence spoke volumes, but Atticus wasn’t interested in arguing. He only had one question.

“Why?”

At Quiet Flame’s tilted head, he decided to be more specific. “Why are the other stars allowing this?”

“Delusions! Nothing but delusions.”

For the first time, Atticus felt something other than sadness coming from Quiet Flame.