Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 660

Chapter 660 Revenge

Sizzling.

This was the sound that permeated the entire space, followed by the loud, rhythmic sound of intense slaps.

On one side of the domain, high in the sky, a monstrous beast shrouded in a dark aura struggled fiercely against an uncountable number of fiery tendrils that restrained his entire body.

Alvis, engulfed in darkness, called upon his ultimate power to break free, but to no avail—the fire only tightened its grip, straining his bones until they cracked. The darkness surrounding him dwindled, and an unimaginable pain wracked his body.

A guttural scream echoed across the hellish domain as Alvis cried out, but the fire only grew stronger.

On the other side of the domain, the relentless, rhythmic sound of slapping continued unabated.

The vitality of a grandmaster+ rank was staggering.

At this point, Ronad's face was nothing more than blackened bones, yet he was still alive and breathing.

Eventually, Avalon ceased his relentless barrage and lifted Ronad by the neck in a vise-like grip.

Fire abruptly engulfed Ronad, and his healing process was sped up. Minutes passed, and Ronad's destroyed face was fully restored. However, he appeared disoriented.

"Ariel Ravenstein… do you remember him?"

Ronad's disoriented expression twisted into a scowl as he heard Avalon's cold voice, the memories of the torment he had just endured flooding back.

But Ronad was a grandmaster+ rank, a man who had endured worse torments in his life. His lips curled into a mocking grin as he stared at Avalon, an action he immediately regretted.

Another wave of fire enveloped Ronad, but this time, it didn't accelerate his healing. A deafening scream of pain resounded across the space as Ronad was slowly burned by the flames. It was a pain unlike any he had ever experienced.

He had been burned before, but Avalon's flames were hotter—infinitely worse. The pain was excruciating, magnified tenfold, and it was slow, agonizingly so.

Ronad screamed at the top of his lungs, the pain unbearable. He struggled, but was unable to move even an inch.

This scene went on for hours, with Ronad's mind slipping more times than he could count. During this time, Avalon simply stood by, his face expressionless, not uttering a single word.

The pain threshold of grandmasters was immense, but it wasn't infinite. Ronad had always enjoyed inflicting pain on others, and while he was used to enduring pain himself, this was crossing a line he had never experienced.

As more hours passed, Ronad began shouting the answer Avalon wanted, but the flames continued, turning Ronad's life into a living hell.

Finally, the flames ceased, and Ronad's charred body hit the scorching ground. Avalon asked once more,

"Ariel Ravenstein… do you remember him?"

Ronad nodded slowly, but it wasn't the type of response Avalon wanted.

Another wave of fire engulfed Ronad, his screams echoing through the space for hours until Avalon finally stopped.

He asked once more, "Ariel Ravenstein… do you remember him?"

"Y-yes!" Ronad immediately responded.

"Did you kill him with your own hands, or were there others?"

"I-I alone."

Avalon nodded. "Apologize to him."

Ronad paused, completely baffled. Even after all the torture and pain he had endured, even though he knew that doing this would make things worse, he just couldn't help himself.

It started with a chuckle before Ronad burst into intense laughter. "Apologize t—"

But he couldn't even finish his words as a devastating punch connected with his face. Ronad's nose caved in, and he was sent flying back with incredible speed.

Avalon didn't give him a chance to rest and immediately pounced on him, unleashing a barrage of blows.

Atticus watched as his father beat the life out of Ronad. Bones were broken, flesh was seared. At one point, it wasn't just Ronad's face; his entire body was burned, leaving only the whites of his bones and exposed internal organs.

The entire scene was brutal, yet only a sad expression appeared on Atticus's face. He began to feel it—the emotions of the fire molecules in the air, which had been wrathful before, were now filled with sadness.

The molecules seemed to be a reflection of Avalon's own emotions.

Time passed, the sun rose over the horizon, and soon fell as night descended. The torture had been ongoing throughout this period, and Ronad's expression had changed dramatically.

He appeared lost and lifeless as he lay on the ground, his body reduced to blackened bones with only his face remaining intact.

Avalon began again, his voice cold.

"Ariel Ravenstein… do you know him?"

"Y-ye-s," Ronad stammered, barely able to muster a response.

"You killed him with your own hands, or were there others?"

"I-I al-alone," Ronad whispered, his voice trembling.

"Apologize to him,"

"I-I'm so-sorry," Ronad managed to croak out.