Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 637

Chapter 637 Village

As Atticus stepped through the portal, it didn't quite feel like teleportation. To him, it was more like passing through a doorway.

He was met with an intense white light before the scenery shifted to something truly enchanting.

A lush grassland stretched out in every direction, and just ahead, about 100 meters away, was a walled village. The term "village" was used only because of its size, but its structure and buildings looked far more sophisticated.

Atticus noted the portal closing behind him just as he finished scanning the entire area.

'No guards.'

With this realization, light molecules began converging around the area, casting an illusion that would deceive any onlookers.

In the next moment, the head of the burly man, who was the leader of the group, separated from his body.

The last man in the group widened his eyes in shock, but before he could react, he suddenly lost connection to every single one of his limbs.

"H-huh?"

It took a second for the realization to set in, and the shock that enveloped the man as he saw each of his limbs severed was palpable.

Atticus created an air barrier around the man's head. As an extra precaution, he also created another barrier with a 30-meter radius, blocking out all sound.

They were currently standing on top of a small hill with the village at the bottom. Atticus moved the bodies of the burly man and the limbless man further away from the village, reaching an area with grass that stood over 2 meters tall.

'This should be perfect.'

As soon as Atticus saw it, he immediately approached and entered the grassy field. The man who had his limbs cut off was screaming at the top of his lungs as Atticus moved him, but not a single sound escaped the air barrier around his head. It was airtight.

Once Atticus had walked a significant distance into the field, the light molecules surrounded him in a 20-meter radius, creating an illusion and making it appear as though nothing was there.

Then, he began his work.

Atticus was deep in enemy territory and knew nothing about his surroundings. He would have preferred to kill the two, but it was a risky decision, and he needed information.

Both men were in the master and master- ranks, and Atticus chose to interrogate the master- rank. The man was likely to have less mental fortitude than the master rank, plus it would be easier to keep him in check.

However, a master- rank was still formidable, which was why Atticus was being so careful.

He started by taking the ring and other artifacts the leader had used to enter this space and burning his corpse, making sure the limbless man saw everything. The man's eyes widened in fear.

Afterward, Atticus's piercing blue eyes fixed themselves on the man, his aura cold.

The man flinched, and an overwhelming fear settled deep in his heart. There was something about Atticus—something about his aura—that told the man he shouldn't be messed with.

Unfortunately for the man, he didn't realize that this was simply one of the effects of Atticus's incredibly high will. It wasn't something someone in the master rank should possess!

Atticus's thoughts and feelings were affecting his surroundings, imposing themselves on those around him. Should he feel angry, the people around him would feel that intense anger. And now, Atticus was looking at the man as though he were an insignificant ant. The red shroud covering his face didn't help matters.

The man felt small. He felt insignificant. And he felt the need to worship.

Seconds passed, and Atticus hadn't uttered a word. This soon changed.

"You have no more limbs and are currently feeling an incredible amount of pain, but I can assure you that I can make you feel a hundred times more pain than this. Think wisely,"

Atticus spoke without emotion, his words straight to the point. He had never been one to waste time. He gave the frightened man a few seconds to think before continuing.

"Where am I?"

…

A man sat cross-legged on a round mat in the middle of the room. He was clad in a yellow Chinese robe, with raven-black hair tied into a ponytail behind him and a well-trimmed goatee.

The atmosphere was peaceful and serene, but unfortunately, everything has an end.