Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 491

Chapter 491 Happiness

Happiness.

It was an awesome feeling. A feeling of inner peace and harmony that washed over an individual when they were surrounded by positivity.

But from their demeanor and the staggering amount of killing intent that filled the air, even the most naive person in Eldoralth would know that what Atticus was currently surrounded by was far from positivity.

One glance at each one of them was enough to tell that they had come well-prepared. Every one of them had been able to remove a significant amount of restrictions from themselves, most of them radiating the aura of an Advanced rank, with the leading party—Zezazeus, Gerald, Sonorous, and Dante Starhaven—radiating the aura of an Advanced+ rank.

Unlike Atticus, who had decided to avoid the Bone Race warriors during the first days just because he had killed Zekaron, they did the opposite.

They must have had to kill a significant number of Bone Race warriors in order to advance this far, or as Atticus could notice, themselves.

The number of third years alone participating in the competition was 20 individuals, and Atticus had only killed 4 of them as far as he could remember. But only 8 appeared here.

Ganging up and killing the rest would be easy considering their might.

And yet, all of this display didn't seem to shake Atticus one bit.

He didn't care about their mighty lineup; he didn't care about the fact that they had come well-prepared.

From the very first day he had entered the academy, Atticus had never considered them worthy of his time.

This might sound proud, insanely so, but this was the complete and total truth of the matter. Atticus had never considered himself proud, neither was he an attention seeker. He wouldn't go out of his way to show off to people, nor would he actively seek trouble.

99% of the time, Atticus would always choose to mind his business.

But when threatened, when messed with, Atticus would always choose to nip the bud. He would always choose to go out of his way to show his enemies, and those that had the potential to be enemies, that they had made a grave mistake.

A mistake that must be accounted for, a mistake that they must take responsibility for.

He would not give them a chance to think and regret their decision; he would not give them a chance to back up. Once they decided to be stupid, they must see it through.

He had seen this coming from a mile away, and he was glad, glad that they had packed themselves together and delivered themselves on a silver platter. And what was even more awesome was the fact that they had done this when he was looking for a way out of his current situation.

How did they know? He had been looking for free points!

Happiness.

This was the feeling that engulfed Atticus' entire body as soon as he laid his eyes on the small army of youths up ahead.

The millions of students watching the screen were all expecting an intense and mind-blowing fight to ensue, a close fight between two parties, an exchange of blows and might. They were all silent, the whole coliseum enveloped in palpable silence. Magnus and Oberon's gaze were focused on the screen, a small smile marring Magnus's face.

But unfortunately, none of that would happen.

Only one thing was going to happen here today.

A massacre.

An intense grin spread across Atticus' face, his hands moving with practiced ease, throwing Aurora behind his back, a simple and succinct sentence leaving his mouth.

"I'll be quick,"

Atticus hardly felt Aurora's nod before he flashed forward, leaving a streak of crimson flames in his wake.

The eyes of Gerald, Seraphin, and the other Stellaris family members flashed all at once.

The Stellaris family had always been hyper and proud. It wasn't in their nature to band together to face a single boy, but they had done exactly that despite their reservations.

And yet, the boy they had gone through all this effort to match was… smiling?

The Stellaris family members erupted in unison, a blanket of shimmering golden light engulfing their whole bodies.

A frown appeared on Zezazeus's face, but before he could utter a word to stop them, they all burst forth, leaving a multitude of golden streaks in their wake.

The distance between them and Atticus was shortened in an instant, the temperature of the area increasing by staggering levels.

Fire.

Atticus hadn't only made progress with the water element. It was the beauty of his bloodline and his high intellect.

As soon as he had opened his mind to the possibilities of the water element, he had done the same for the other elements too.

Fire was unpredictable yet predictable; it could spread out and consume everything in its path like a wave, and it could flicker and dance, constantly shifting in shape and intensity.

And that was exactly what Atticus did.