Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 444

Chapter 444 Ossarch

Atticus had been shocked for two reasons.

Firstly, the figure standing in front of him was most definitely not human. It was so apparent that even the blind would notice.

Atticus instinctively knew that he was a male, a young adult at that.

Standing at 6 feet 1 inch tall, he possessed a slightly bulky physique and was adorned in an ornate, elegant golden robe.

His complexion was pure white, marred by long red marks that trailed across his face and down his entire body. His head was completely bald, and his eyes glowed with yellow pupils.

Thick, short, bone-like protrusions curved slightly from the back of his wrists, ankles, elbows, shoulders, and forehead. Even his ears bore multiple white bone-like structures above their tips.

There was no need for thinking; this was most definitely not human.

'An alien? Or is this simply a simulation?'

The second reason Atticus had been shocked was that he hadn't felt the boy's presence nor heard any movements or sounds before he had spoken.

Granted, he hadn't been actively using his perception, and his senses had weakened considerably because of his restricted powers.

However, Atticus was still confident in his senses.

As Atticus scrutinized the alien, he got his answer.

'Shit, Advanced rank,' Atticus discovered.

He had long since figured out what his rank had been lowered to: Intermediate+ rank. It had been a stark contrast, especially compared to his original Expert+ rank.

The alien suddenly hit his chest with his fist, a sound of hardness meeting hardness permeating the space, his expression becoming serious as he spoke.

"My name is Zerakon the Unyielding, third son of Mortrex the Indomitable, the current great Ossarch of the Bone Race! I have come for your he-"

Zerakon was unable to finish speaking; he didn't need to.

Atticus almost made the stupid mistake of believing there was a chance for a peaceful resolution, especially when he saw that he could talk, but those last words snapped him out of that dream.

Atticus moved deftly and with practiced ease as he unleashed three precise shots, each of them targeting the alien's forehead, neck, and heart.

However, before the attacks could land, three distinct slashes suddenly appeared between each of the shots, their forms disappearing in the air.

"How despicable! This is not how a warrior should act!" Zerakon thundered, seeing as Atticus had chosen to sneak attack him. There was nothing more cowardly than attacking a warrior who was introducing himself.

But Atticus didn't give a crap about honor, especially in this situation. He maintained his cold gaze as he focused on the device hanging on Zerakon's robe, just beside his neck.

'That must be some kind of communication device he's using to speak. He can't speak the human language,'

Atticus was venturing further and further away from the assumption that these people were a simulation.

What if they were real?