Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 405

Chapter 405 Cruel

There was not a single person present in the expansive garden who didn't hear those words.

They sounded like the call of the reaper, as though death had come knocking, wanting to collect life.

As soon as those words sounded, words alone could not do justice to the events that followed.

None of the students, not even the third years, saw how it had happened.

It seemed like a blip, as though time had suddenly became a confusing concept.

There was no grandiose display, nor was there anything flashy.

At one instant, each of the second years had been rushing towards Atticus, each of their weapons at hand, clearly ready to attack,

In the next moment, the space between their limbs and torsos appeared to distort, causing each limb to abruptly detach from their bodies.

It went without saying that the amount of blood that fell from the sky was staggering.

An intense amount of crimson blood gushed out of each of their severed limbs, immediately painting the sky crimson.

Each of the students was far too shocked and baffled by the events that many of them completely forgot to shield themselves.

The crimson blood bathed the beautifully lush green expansive garden, drenching many of the students in the process who failed to protect themselves.

An intense bright golden light immediately illuminated the whole garden as all of the second year's artifacts lit up.

Before their severed hands could get far, the golden light quickly expanded and encompassed each of the youths' forms, and without missing a beat, they all disappeared from the expanse.

The area immediately descended into a palpable silence, with only the sound of blood hitting the garden as though regular rain were falling, sounding in the background. _{ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com}

What had just happened?

Those words crossed the minds of everyone in the garden. Did an instructor interfere? Just what was going on!?

Many of them just couldn't believe that this was caused by a student; it seemed so absurd they each instantly killed the thought in their heads.

But reality had always been clear; it had always been the fault of the living for not accepting it.

Seconds passed, and there was no sign of any instructor whatsoever, just the form of a white haired boy who had been in the same exact position as before and didn't appear to have moved.

"No way,"

Those words left the mouths of many of the students as they each focused on Atticus landing gently in the garden, their disbelief palpable.

They formed a circle at least 50 meters in diameter with him in the middle, no one wanting to get too close.

Had he really done it?

They kept asking themselves this question.