Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 451

Chapter 451 Glad

If many in the human domain had been in Atticus's shoes currently, their composure would shatter. Many would freeze or even make the stupid mistake of trying to think about how this had happened to them.

But Atticus' mind was the personification of tranquility and calm. In fact, he had never been calmer. Atticus had found out recently that it was during dangerous situations such as these that he was at his calmest.

Atticus didn't overthink; there was no need to. There were only three simple facts that played in his mind.

Atticus's form twisted, his gaze turning towards the direction of the men. The world slowed down in his eyes as he ramped up his perception to the highest it could reach.

The first fact: each one of the lookouts on the tower couldn't see them for a total of 9 seconds.

Atticus's form leaned forward, his right leg bending as he crouched down akin to a runner's starting position.

The second fact: considering one of them was raising up his weapon, clearly ready to shoot him, and the other clearly about to scream and alert everyone in the camp of the intruder, the first fact became automatically obsolete, with him only truly having at most a second to reach them.

Atticus's gaze narrowed dangerously, his right hand gripping one of the sheathed daggers behind him tightly.

The third fact: using his passive powers, he couldn't reach and silence them in said second.

A translucent red wave suddenly enveloped Atticus's legs, their forms tensing with such force that large bulging veins appeared all over them.

His speed exploded, reaching their forms in a flash, two heads instantly getting separated from their bodies.

Atticus moved fast and wasted not a single second. He grabbed one of the small space storage sacks hanging on his waist, and before the bodies and heads of the men he had just killed touched the floor, he had already transferred them into the space storage. _{freeωebnovēl.c૦m}

Without missing a beat, Atticus dashed towards his target and immediately took cover.

Walking around it while staying out of sight, Atticus made sure to note the door that the earlier two had come out of. It was very possible that there were people inside this artillery piece too.

As Atticus got to the other side, he finally set sights on his target.

'Just two? They must have a reason for not being worried,'

Atticus' alertness had just been increased another fold as he observed where he suspected Aurora and other students were being held.

Considering the numbers and the sheer size of the forest, Atticus was forced to believe that he and Aurora hadn't been the only ones teleported here.

And if Aurora, out of all people, had been captured, he could see no possibility of the others escaping this fate.

The fact that only two people were guarding was suspicious, as though they weren't worried about them escaping. But Atticus wasn't complaining. It made his job easier.

They were both wearing their full combat gear with their heads covered, facing in opposite directions, thus backing each other with a round underground prison in between them.

The first guard was currently facing slightly away from the artillery Atticus was in.