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Chapter 1332: Dangerous
The countless booms that echoed in the wake of Atticus’ barrage seemed to intensify the silence that gripped the gods.
In the Willhall, along with most parts of the Middle Plane, wills were the most dominant force. When one’s will overpowered another, there was nothing anyone could do about it. The victor had been decided.
A loud clap cut through the barrage.
“I believe the winner has been decided!”
All eyes turned toward the furry creature presiding over the battle. It looked at Atticus with an excited glint in its large eyes.
Atticus stopped his rain of punches and turned toward the furry creature.
“What an interesting battle! Very beautiful. Sadly, it’s come to an end. The winner: God Atticus Ravenstein!”
No one cheered. Not a single god. None even tried to whisper.
To whisper was to have some sort of inkling into what they had just witnessed. But no matter how they thought, no one could come up with any assumption.
They all just stared, baffled, at the battered figure of Kale on the floor. Most of his skin, especially his neck, had been seared off.
“Would you like to do the honors or should I—?”
The furry creature paused, and its eyes glowed an intense black that flickered rapidly. It suddenly reverted back to normal and stared at Atticus with renewed vigor.
“I have good news!” it said excitedly. “The Great Verge, in magnanimous wisdom, has bestowed upon you the authority to choose the outcome of this battle.”
Feeling the confused eyes, it added:
“Baron Kale will still be the loser, of course. But you can decide his life or death.”
The expressions of the gods shifted.
The number of battles happening around the Verge were too numerous to count. To think the Verge had actually been interested in this fight, and would even go as far as influencing its outcome? They were shocked.
They were the gods of their worlds, but the Verge was their god. Kale had been a god for centuries, yet the Verge had never once shown an interest in him.
Which meant, it was the new god. Atticus.
All eyes turned toward the child god at that moment, minds spinning as they tried to discern what the hell Atticus was.
Meanwhile, the cause of all the commotion didn’t seem to care about their shock.
‘He doesn’t mean well,’ Atticus thought quickly. The moment he heard the name Verge, he had somehow gotten a bad feeling.
Some might think that the Star acted in favor of Atticus, but they couldn’t be more wrong. There was a hidden agenda to this action.
‘To make things interesting.’
What had just happened proved to him that the rules were not set in stone. The Verge could change them on a whim.
‘But to a certain extent.’
For example, he hadn’t blatantly asked Atticus to let him go, only if he wished to. He had removed the shackles forcing him to complete the agreed terms.
But that somehow made the situation worse.
What the Star had done was simple: he wanted to fan the flames.
Kale was a son of the Viscount. The death term had been set by the challenged, Kale himself. He had lost the battle, so even if Atticus wanted it or not, Kale had to die. One would say he killed himself. Or that the Verge killed him.
However, the Verge had removed himself from the equation, and given the right to kill Kale to Atticus.
It meant, should he want it, Kale would die.
For the former, Kale had lost a challenge and died.
The latter? Atticus had murdered Kale.
The Viscount might not retaliate for the former, but the latter was wholly different. He should expect retaliation.
From the widened gazes of the other gods, they had also come to the same conclusion.
‘He’s a wild card. A dangerous one.’ Atticus was reminded of Whisker once more.
It was hard to tell what the man would do. The Verge was the same.
‘But it won’t change anything.’
Atticus glanced back toward Kale. The man’s eyes trembled as he met his.
“W-wait! My father will hunt you down for this! S-spare me and you’ll never have to see me again!” he begged just as Atticus reached him.
“No.”
Kale’s eyes had barely widened when Atticus raised his will imbued foot and dropped it.
It impacted Kale’s head with the weight of a meteor, tearing through like molten iron through butter.
Blood and brain remains splattered all over the floor, and Kale’s body convulsed once before it stilled. But Atticus’ flames did not stop.
It spread around Kale’s corpse, consuming it.
All eyes watched, utterly shocked, as the Baron’s body became ashes.
‘He’s dangerous.’
Atticus’ eyes were ice cold. The Verge was a dangerous and wild entity.
Anyone who knew Atticus even the slightest bit would know, there was just no way he’d leave Kale alive.
Suddenly, he felt an intense gaze on him. It was heavier, different from all the others.
He finally turned to the audience and saw the source.
Blazing hair and eyes. She seemed to be of a different breed to all others. It was the Redflame woman he’d seen sitting down on the front row in class.
They both met eyes and for a moment, nothing else existed. In that moment, an incalculable number of exchanges occurred between them, but no one seemed to comprehend it.
Atticus soon tore his gaze away from the woman as the furry creature began to speak.
“That concludes the battle.” The grin on the furry creature widened.
Before anyone could react, they all found themselves back inside the classroom.
The sound of footsteps broke them out of their thoughts, and they turned to see Atticus calmly walking out of the classroom.
All eyes were on him.
But compared to the jeers, sneers, and disdain that filled most earlier, now, there was only shock and disbelief in their eyes.
No one spoke as he walked.
It was only after he left the class that whispers broke out like wildfire.
Word spread throughout the Willhall. And then, the Verge.
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