Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 1247

Chapter 1247: No Chances

As the orb of negation exploded, for a moment, it was as though time had stopped.

Despite the countless multitudes of attacks between them, Atticus and Dronvet’s eyes still managed to meet. And at that moment, nothing else seemed to exist.

In this stillness, Dronvet’s eyes filtered through different thoughts. He had seen the orb appear on Atticus’ palm. He had felt the effect it had on his mana. He had seen it explode.

It was swallowing his attacks. It was merely moments away from reaching him.

Dronvet thought of the hundreds of ways he could escape this scenario, his reflective shield, teleportation, anything, but they all died down the instant they were thought of.

He only had time to act after the sudden aura washed over him. And when that happened, none of them would work.

Dronvet thought about his life on Surnix Hold. He had married himself to the army. Devoted everything to it. He hadn’t married, nor had he birthed any children. If he fell here, he had no one to carry on his legacy. His blood would die with him.

The high marshal felt a wave of failure hit him. It was a terrible feeling, one he had seldom felt. He had worked so hard, devoted his entire life, and hadn’t even bothered to live it, only to fall here.

What was the point? Had it been worth it? If he had pursued his passion, would he still feel the same regret?

His world would most likely fall under the whims of this child god after his death. Was Atticus a good ruler? Or a tyrant? Would his people be in good hands? What would happen next? What happened after a god died? Did their souls get sent to heaven? Or was it hell?

The thoughts that streamed into his head at that moment were hard to fathom.

The incredible boost his current god form granted made it all the worse. And as the brownish aura reached him, his sprawling thoughts vanished, replaced by only one:

’I should have lived my life.’

The aura of negation washed over Dronvet, and it was as though a blizzard had slammed into candlelight.

Dronvet felt his mana turn docile. No matter how much he tried, he couldn’t control it.

His radiant armor dimmed until it dispersed into the air, revealing the sweat drenched Dronvet, eyes filled with dread, expression utterly shocked.

His mana had stopped responding. His eyes darted around, and he saw it. A small brownish dome had encompassed them. No matter how much he tried, he couldn’t control the mana in the air anymore.

’I still have my will,’ Dronvet reassured himself, clenching his fist. If he couldn’t control the mana, then Atticus couldn’t either. Now it was a battle of will.

Dronvet steadied himself and mustered every single ounce of focus he had left. His will surged upwards in a pillar of light, wrapping around him like molten steel.

He turned his determined gaze toward Atticus, and his heart froze.

Atticus’ golden eyes were focused on him calmly. It felt like the gaze an elephant would give an ant.

The crimson glow around Atticus suddenly began to recede, and Dronvet watched as it gathered into his right arm, the one holding the katana.

"W-what—" Before Dronvet could act, Atticus vanished. He caught sight of a piercing thrust tearing toward him just as the tip of Atticus’ katana made contact.