Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 494

Chapter 494 Dent

It was just a single palm. To an outside observer, it looked every bit like the palm of a white teenager, flawless and a little feminine.

But to the one whose entire vision was currently obscured by the same palm, it was as though the palm carried along with it the weight of the world.

However, this was far from an illusion because as it suddenly flexed and closed in on his head, Sonorous felt pressure the likes of which he had never experienced before in his life.

Atticus's palm gripped Sonorous's head with such force that the hard skull bone underneath each of his fingers caved in considerably.

Since his childhood, Sonorous had always had a knack for going after things he found interesting. It could be anything —a person, thing, or artifact.

This had been the exact reason he had become friends with Gerald despite both of them being from the Resonara and Stellaris families.

A member of the Stellaris family was actually chilled and not a psycho? He had to find out why.

This ultimately led to him meeting Atticus and thus, finally, battling with him. If things had been different, if he hadn't been friends with Gerald, Sonorous would have taken a different approach and probably tried to befriend Atticus. But unfortunately, fate had another thing in store for him.

He was always so careful and observant, how had he made such a stupid mistake!?

Fate had done him dirty. It had made him face off against a boy who was nothing more than a monster in human skin. There was just no way, no way a 16 year old could be so powerful and cruel.

In all his life, even when training with his father and other instructors, Sonorous had never once lost his composure. But unfortunately, that pointless streak would end today.

Sonorous screamed.

It was piercing and deafening at the same time, guttural and primal, as though it came from the depths of his soul. It traveled far and wide, and those who heard it felt an ice cold shiver down their spines.

The pain was immense.

Sonorous struggled, his composure nowhere to be found as his hands gripped the arm holding him, pulling with all his might, his legs flailing about.

And yet, at that moment, Atticus's arm was the personification of firmness, not budging an inch.

Sonorous's artifact lit up, his hair flailing above his head as a multitude of sound waves shot towards Atticus's figure. Simultaneously, Sonorous's screams suddenly shifted in intensity and amplitude, crossing above 300 decibels in an instant.

It was obvious to the outside observer that every single one of these attacks was desperate, as though he were on his last ropes, but despite that, their lethality was true.

Sonorous's whole body expected Atticus to react to any of the attacks or at the very least flinch —anything!