Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 732

Chapter 732 Obliteri | Evolari

A figure stood on the edge of the decaying platform, her silhouette bathed in the crumbling shadows of the Obliteri domain.

Maera Nihilus' cold, expressionless gaze swept over the landscape, watching as structures decayed and reformed in an endless cycle.

Her presence felt like a quiet whisper of inevitability, as if the world itself was on the verge of collapsing under her will. _{frёewebηovel.cѳm}

A spherical disc hovered silently above her hand, consuming small particles of debris that floated too close.

From behind, a servant approached cautiously. His voice was hesitant but respectful. "Apex Nihilus, the elders await your decision regarding the Veriataga Nexus."

Maera didn't turn to face him. Her cold, white eyes remained fixed on the crumbling horizon, her voice distant. "The Nexus… what a pointless gathering."

The servant's throat tightened under the pressure of her presence. He took a deep breath, steadying himself. "The other Apexes are preparing. They'll be expecting—"

"They'll expect nothing," she interrupted, her voice sharper than before. "I will participate, but not for them. The Nexus means nothing. It's the other Apexes participating that matter."

The servant nodded, bowing his head lower. "Of course, Apex. But the elders… they wish to know your plan."

Finally, Maera turned her head slightly, just enough to meet his gaze. There was no arrogance in her expression, only cold certainty. "Plans?" She stepped forward, causing the servant to flinch. "I have no need for plans. We act when necessary and nothing more."

The servant swallowed hard, his voice barely a whisper. "As you wish."

Without another word, Maera turned her back to him and walked into the decaying mists of the realm, the spherical disc swirling and vibrating with intensity.

The Obliteri race.

The Obliteri were a race built around entropy and decay, not in a philosophical sense, but in their very nature.

Their cities and domains never remained whole for long, constantly crumbling and being rebuilt in endless cycles.

For them, it wasn't about achieving power or control—it was about enduring. To outlast what would eventually claim everything.

Maera Nihilus was the embodiment of this truth—apathetic to victory or defeat, focused only on survival in a world that was always on the verge of collapsing.

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Through the thick, towering jungle of the Evolari realm, a figure moved with speed, her body shifting with every step to match the ever-changing environment.

The leaves seemed to lean toward her as if in reverence, and the creatures of the forest twisted and morphed, their forms adapting to her presence.

This jungle was alive in more ways than one—constantly evolving, constantly changing.

Beside her, another figure struggled slightly to keep pace. His form rippled and shifted with the terrain, just like hers, but there was a hesitation in his movement.

The figure leading the way was Kynara Flux, Apex of the Evolari, the embodiment of adaptation and evolution.

The scout walking alongside her, his skin shifting from rough, bark-like armor to sleek, agile muscle, finally spoke, his voice carrying a hint of frustration.

"Apex Flux, the elders grow concerned. This jungle… it's evolving too rapidly. The flora, the creatures—everything seems to be in a constant state of change. If it continues at this pace, we won't be able to maintain control."