Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 693

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If one were to ask the people of the human domain who among the paragons of humanity was the strongest, the majority would respond, "I'm not sure."

One could look at the facts, and one could examine past events, but the truth remains: it could never be known with 100% certainty until the paragons fought in earnest.

But this was a fool's dream, for in order to truly determine who the strongest was, the paragons would have to battle with all their might. _{ƒrēewebnovel.com}

Paragons.

On Eldoralth, should two such beings fight without restraint, only carnage would result. It would be an event so catastrophic that a holiday might be created just to mark the day everything went to hell.

This is why the paragons of humanity hardly ever fought each other. There was no mana contract binding them or preventing them from battle—many paragons had outright refused such a notion when it was first proposed. There were simply too many complications.

What if a paragon killed a descendant of another? Was the other supposed to just let it go? One could solve this with another clause in the contract, but more and more "what ifs" kept arising. The paragons, the peak of humanity, did not want to be bound by such restrictions.

Since the mana contract was an impossibility, they simply made a silent agreement never to let any situation escalate to the point where they would have to fight.

This silent agreement had held for decades and had essentially become a rule. But as the saying goes, rules are meant to be broken.

The sky was ablaze with raw, destructive energy. Magnus and Luminous clashed with a force that could tear cities apart.

In the blink of an eye, Luminous was hurled backward by the sheer power of Magnus's strike.

His warhammer shattered, the molten energy dissolving into crimson fragments as the lightning from Magnus's spear enveloped him.

The devastating clash had ended in Luminous's loss, launching him high into the sky. He was beyond infuriated. However, the sun was high in the sky, and with his limitless energy source, the world itself became his domain.

Luminous quickly recovered, his body erupting in a crimson blaze. A radiant warhammer formed in his hand as he shot back toward Magnus with immense speed, their blows causing world-shaking clashes.

Magnus was everywhere.

One second, he was a streak of blinding lightning; the next, his spear was crashing down from above.

His form flickered like a bolt, constantly shifting in and out of sight, flashing across the battlefield faster than thought.

Every time he struck, the earth cracked beneath his feet, and the air itself screamed from the pressure of his attacks. The sky rumbled as he moved, each step crackling with the sound of thunder. It was as though the heavens themselves were enraged, thunder roaring with every second.

Luminous swung his warhammer, its radiant crimson glow burning hotter than a dying sun. Each swing sent molten energy erupting across the horizon, the sheer heat vaporizing the clouds.

The sun above fueled him, its rays bathing his form in an unending supply of power, his stamina seemingly limitless.

The ground melted beneath him with every movement, pools of lava forming where his feet touched. He was a force of raw power, unstoppable—if not for Magnus.