Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 482

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It was as though they could each read Atticus's mind. Each of them felt their hearts tremble, their figures subtly shifting backwards.

They were all bounded, having been captured before they could even gather enough points to unlock any of their abilities. Many of them had at least one limb missing.

Despite the fear, not a single word could be heard.

The balls of water had enveloped each of their faces. The only reason they could currently breathe was because Atticus allowed them.

Atticus gazed coldly at the students. He was glad there was no one among his allies present.

He had made the stupid mistake of letting the student he had found when he rescued Aurora at their camp go. If he had known about the system of points and shop, Atticus would have most definitely not done something so idiotic. Those were free points!

They gave points, they were enemies, and he had no intention of letting them go.

Atticus didn't say a single word; his next actions spoke for him instead.

A blanket of water suddenly spread outwards, its form covering the space behind Atticus from the ground up to the ceiling.

The air bubbles that kept forming inside the water that engulfed their heads abruptly stopped.

Immediately, each of their gazes widened as their bodies started jerking and tossing around. They each instinctively tried to reach for their faces, but the chains that bound their limbs effortlessly stopped them.

The struggle continued for a minute, with Atticus controlling the water to actively enter through their nose and mouth. In the next second, a multitude of golden lights lit up in unison, illuminating the area, and the figures of the students abruptly disappeared from the scene. The blanket of water behind Atticus had blocked the light from reaching the room above.

The students and instructors alike watching the scene felt their blood boil. Atticus had not only killed 17 guards but had also killed close to a dozen students inside the cage.

They all couldn't see his face from under the helmet, but they each could imagine it. They had seen it multiple times before: neutral.

Not a single change in expression, and they were absolutely right.

Atticus had made his peace with killing; he had stopped trying to justify killing another living being.

The hard truth was, no one had the right to take a life, and yet for the world to move, especially in a world like this, people must die.

Just as Atticus was about to turn, he suddenly felt a cold shiver run down his back, all the hairs on his body standing straight.

Atticus's head abruptly snapped backward, releasing his hold over the blanket of water behind him.

Just below the staircase leading to the room were the figures of two individuals.

The first thing Atticus noticed was that they were both young, unlike the bone race members he had been meeting so far. _{frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓}