Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 755

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What he had done sounded simple, but it depended on several important factors. It had all started with a simple thought: the world had to ask him permission before its rules could take effect on him. This meant his will was equal to or greater than the creator's.

If that were true, then for others whose wills were lower, the rules would probably impose themselves upon them. But what if there was someone with a higher will who could block the world's will from acting on those people? For this to work, Atticus's will had to be stronger than the creator's.

He also discovered that he couldn't do this for himself, as he had already accepted the rules willingly. However, Draktharion had not, which made it possible.

This was a flaw the Dimensari were aware of, but one that Carion hadn't bothered to address. After all, who would think an apex would help another?

Atticus turned toward Draktharion, who was still confused. "You owe me," he said.

Before Draktharion could react, Atticus's gaze flashed, and his will suddenly solidified. The crimson glow surrounding both him and Draktharion flared brightly, and in the next moment, Draktharion vanished from the scene.

Outside, in the middle of the coliseum, the battered figure of Draktharion suddenly appeared, every eye immediately turning toward him.

The paragons fixed their gazes on him, utter shock etched on their faces.

He had escaped? How? They all asked themselves the same question. But soon their eyes brightened—if Draktharion had escaped, then there was still hope! Just as the paragons of the various races were about to act, a figure swooped down from the skies, scooping up Draktharion and disappearing to one of the balconies.

All eyes turned to Valkarion, whose aura had expanded to encompass the entire balcony. Draktharion laid in his arms.

Valkarion's gaze was firm as he met the stare of every other race's paragon. No one was going to touch Draktharion.

The mid and lower races, who had been the most desperate, initially wanted to challenge Valkarion but quickly abandoned the idea. Instead, they remembered something critical.

Who had won against the dragon race apex, the most superior of the mid races?

Many had been focused on their own apex matches, but when they turned to the screen, what they saw shocked them to their cores.

At the very least, they had expected a superior race apex to be declared the winner over the dragon apex. But what they got wasn't even close.

[Winner: Atticus Ravenstein]

A human.

A human had defeated the apex of the dragon race...

The moment the screen flashed with the words "Winner: Atticus Ravenstein," the entire human domain seemed to hold its breath for a single heartbeat.

And then—chaos.

The eruption of cheers that followed could only be described as earth shattering. Entire cities trembled under the sheer force of the collective roar. Buildings shook, windows rattled, and the very air seemed to vibrate with the overwhelming sound of jubilation.

Flags bearing the Ravenstein crest were suddenly unfurled from rooftops and balconies, fluttering wildly in the wind as people poured out into the streets.

Every plaza, every home, every corner of the human domain was filled with shouts, chants, and unrestrained celebration.

The streets were flooded with people, their voices rising in unison, chanting Atticus's name over and over again.

"ATTICUS! ATTICUS! ATTICUS!"

At the academy, the White Omen Division exploded with excitement. Nate, and the others screamed at the top of their lungs, jumping up and down as if they had won the battle themselves.

Aurora, standing at the front, couldn't suppress her grin, her fiery red eyes blazing.

Fireworks exploded in the skies above the Ravenstein estate, brightening the night in dazzling displays of color, lighting up the faces of the people below, their cheers growing louder with each burst.

The fireworks could be seen all across the sector, a symbol of the monumental victory.