Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground

Chapter 1328: Snuff

Atticus soon found that the people seated on the first row were of a different breed from the rest. Their auras were more refined, their eyes more focused and natural.

They exuded a confidence none of the others could, one that seemed to come from deep within their beings.

Atticus was snapped out of his thoughts by a figure entering the class.

He was a man of imposing stature. His hair was ash, just like his eyes. It looked like his hair might disperse into the air as he walked.

Atticus looked closer. He felt some sort of fog covered the man. It was only after a moment that he realized, it was his will.

’Fog will?’ he thought. ’Or maybe mist.’

If there was one bright side to all of this, it was that he was intrigued to see so many will paths. It was impossible to accurately determine how many existed.

The man reached the platform and faced the class. His face was plain.

"My name is Jansen. I will be in charge of taking the Ways to Ascend class."

There were no formal greetings. None of the gods even so much as nodded. While he was the only new person present, and it wasn’t their first time seeing the man, Atticus was sure that wasn’t the reason. He could feel their disdain.

As gods, they disdained paying respects to another, unless one was considered a superior.

Jansen began the class without preamble. If he cared about the inappropriate posters hanging around the class, he didn’t show it.

He said nothing and just went about the class like normal.

Atticus listened attentively. This was a class about ascension, and that was practically his main goal in the Middle Planes.

He felt like he’d already learned everything there was to know about ascending, but he wanted to make sure.

Surprisingly, Atticus learned something new.

As expected, the fastest way to ascend was by participating in the yearly Verge wide competition. While every world was required to participate each year, who they chose as their champion was entirely up to them. A god could choose not to participate if they wanted.

It meant he could send Ozeorth and Whisker out while he remained. During the competition, every single thing went, alliances, betrayals, anything.

And more importantly, Atticus discovered something new, multiple gods could fight in the Arena of Gods. If the gods willed it, two could face one. Two could face two.

The Middle Planes kept growing larger with every moment he spent here.

Atticus also found out about the ranking of worlds. They were determined by size.

Minor to major worlds were the common ones in the Verge, with grand being rare.

But Atticus didn’t miss the shift in atmosphere when the topic began. Some gods sat up straighter, others radiated pride.

It was easy to determine that a god’s world determined their status in society.

The class soon ended and Jansen walked out without another word.

A weird silence descended right after, and Atticus couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow when he noticed that no one stood to leave.

Next class wasn’t until a few hours later, he was sure of it. So there was no reason for them to remain in class.

Yet, they all sat down, eyes on him.

Atticus rose from his seat and made his way towards the door.

’I see.’

He had activated Omnicognition, and nothing could escape his notice, especially not the trap that had been set a few meters from him.

Loopholes.

While rules were made to protect the order of things, loopholes existed to destroy said order.

Gods could not battle without consent from both parties. One couldn’t blatantly attack another.

However, setting a trap in the middle of a classroom, set to explode, wasn’t breaking any rules.

After all, it was the god’s fault for walking into it. Right?

As Atticus reached a few steps away, his will flared and spread toward the trap, triggering it.

It exploded the next moment, the force sending out a wave that shook the entire class. A haze rose, obscuring the scene.

But it had barely even cleared when the eyes of many narrowed.

They had seen what happened. Atticus had triggered the trap, intentionally.

The gods glanced at the Redflame faction. From their twisted expressions, it was obvious this hadn’t been part of the plan.

The sound of coal being crushed snapped them out of their thoughts, and they turned their gazes back toward Atticus.

He was moving, but not towards the door. He was heading back into the class.

Where was he going? Class had ended...

They received their answer the instant he stepped out of the haze.

Atticus’ eyes were fixed on one part of the class, the Redflames. Many narrowed their eyes. Had he finally lost his shit?

They were curious. Just what the hell was his plan?

He reached the Redflame faction and focused on one figure seated in the third row.

"I challenge you."

Utter silence descended.

The gods had expected many things, Atticus losing his temper and shouting at the Redflames. Him kneeling and apologizing for whatever crimes they believed he’d committed.

Numerous scenarios had played out in their heads. But this... this wasn’t even on the list.

The members of the Redflame faction took a moment to comprehend the situation, and when they did, their rage came.

"This stupid fool doesn’t know his place!"

"Let me handle him!"

Many Redflames, especially those seated in the higher rows, seemed enraged that he dared issue a challenge.

But despite the uproar, Atticus’ eyes never left his target.

It was a man with a slender build, blazing eyes and hair.

He was clad in a pure white robe with red flames emblazoned across. He looked more refined than the others seated in the higher rows.

He looked down on Atticus with disdain, jbut the latter didn’t seem to care.

With Omnicognition, he had traced the source of the trap.

And right now, he wanted nothing more than to snuff it out.