Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 994

"Pardon?" Viktor’s voice was filled with nothing but shock.

"…"

’Right, he doesn’t like repeating himself.’ Viktor shook his head, his expression darkening.

’Is he actually serious?’ He really hoped not.

"Yes, I’m serious."

With Atticus’s ability to sense intent and his incredible perception, predicting what Viktor was thinking was easy. However, the latter didn’t take it that way.

A surge of shock churned within him as he wondered if Atticus had just read his thoughts.

’I wouldn’t put it past him.’ Considering everything the child had done, the weird thing would be if he couldn’t.

Atticus sighed.

"Maybe this will make you understand."

A wave spread out from him, oppressive.

Viktor’s gaze widened. He felt an intense chill, so sharp that his body became as solid as ice.

’B-Battle intent.’ He identified it immediately.

However, it was unlike anything he had ever felt in his life. It was so potent that Viktor felt as though he were staring directly at death itself.

"Will you attack, or should I?"

Atticus’s voice sounded like the harbinger of doom, each syllable sending jolts of shock through Viktor.

His expression hardened as he realized the current situation.

’Shit.’

"I’ll attack then."

Viktor’s eyes widened to the extreme, yet they still failed to catch Atticus’s movements.

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BAM.

An overwhelming force slammed into his chest, the impact so powerful that his entire body hurtled backward, smashing through trees like a ragdoll.

The sheer momentum carried him through the dense forest, his body crashing violently against the earth.

Pain surged through him.

His mind had barely processed what had just happened when—

WHAM.

Another blow struck the side of his head.

The world spun violently, his vision blurring as his body was launched sideways, crashing into the dirt.

Viktor’s breath hitched, his lungs screaming for air. His vision reeled, the sheer force of the attack still vibrating through his bones.

But despite the overwhelming impact, he forced himself upright, sucking in a sharp breath.

His expression darkened.

Then—

His crimson eyes ignited.

His face twisted, and tendrils of flame erupted all around him, dancing wildly as his fury took shape.

The searing heat warped the air, and the trees surrounding him immediately turned to ash, their forms disintegrating into the wind.

Then, with a single step, black-crimson fire exploded outward. The sheer intensity of the heat scorched the very atmosphere, distorting reality.

Viktor landed, his blazing crimson eyes locked onto Atticus, who stood calmly at a distance, watching with a glint of intrigue in his mismatched eyes.

’So this is Hell’s Fire,’ Atticus thought, the corners of his lips curling slightly.

Even from afar, he could feel it.

The flames’ effects on him were practically nonexistent, yet he could sense them slowly trying to gnaw away at his stamina, trying to drain him.

But not only that—

’It’s attacking my will.’

Well, attack was an over-exaggeration. Atticus’s will was so intense that Viktor’s couldn’t hope to affect it.

But his mind sharpened at the realization.

This was no ordinary flame.

It did more than burn.

It consumed.

It corroded.

It subjugated.

Atticus’s eyes glinted.

"I want it."

His mismatched eyes shifted, becoming uniform, turning into an intense purple.

With a mere thought, his perception expanded, his gaze analyzing the fire, tracing its mana signature as it unfolded before him.

Meanwhile, Viktor was already far gone.

The demon race was one of chaos and destruction, their very nature designed for war, ruin, and dominance.