Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 764

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Humans were complicated beings, but at that moment, there wasn't a single one among them who didn't want to rip that kid to shreds.

But in the entire human domain, Sector 3 was where all the anger was concentrated, especially in the Ravenstein estate.

It was eerily quiet. Not even the faint sound of insects could be heard. The entire Ravenstein family stood still, eyes locked onto the figure of Carius on the screen.

If there was one thing that didn't mix well with the Ravensteins, it was threats.

The anger that simmered in the air was so intense that the very atmosphere trembled, each elemental molecule blazing with energy.

The Ravensteins were seething. The Dimensari were powerful—overwhelmingly so—but at that moment, they wanted nothing more than to go to war. None of them cared about the consequences.

"Is this guy serious?" one of the Triplets of Ruin, Rurik, suddenly spoke up. "Big words from someone who looks like he's auditioning for a space opera."

Another brother, Borya, nodded in response. "Right? 'I'll wipe them all out,' blah blah. What is he, a monologue enthusiast? Get this guy a podium."

The third brother didn't say anything, simply staring at Carius, his thoughts already clear. None of the Ravensteins responded or even laughed.

The Triplets of Ruin were known for their antics, and even though they were making jokes, it was obvious they were just as angry as everyone else.

The Four Stars sat unmoving, each of their auras swirling upward like beacons of doom. The air around them blazed with their respective elements. None of them spoke, but their anger was palpable.

Among them all, only Anastasia showed no anger. Her entire focus was on Atticus, tears still streaming down her face.

The expressions of the Dimensari paragons remained unchanged. Words like those from one of their own would be enough to cause severe political repercussions, but they didn't seem to care. It was a clear indication of how little they valued humans.

Soon enough, all eyes turned toward Atticus, waiting to see how he would respond.

Atticus didn't react. He didn't say anything. His breaths were labored, but his gaze remained cold, fixed directly on the original Carius.

He wasn't feeling any anger—he wasn't feeling anything. He had heard those words clearly, but at the same time, they didn't register.

In the entire world, Atticus's focus was locked onto Carius. His gaze was cold, detached, and icy, as though staring at a mere object.

Carius had expected Atticus's expression to change—to see despair or anger. But all he got was a stare.

It was a quiet stare, one that meant only one thing. It was the stare one would give an obstacle—something that needed to be erased, nothing more.

It was a stare that irked Carius to his very core.

He was the obstacle? Impossible.

The auras of both Carius figures flared, erupting into the dark sky. Despite Atticus focusing only on the original, even the alternate seemed to share his anger.

Their anger peaked.

"Fine."

The real Carius muttered under his breath. Atticus hadn't spoken a word, but that stare was enough.

Suddenly, Carius stretched out his left hand, and an orange flag appeared. Without hesitation, he crushed it, and it dissolved into motes of light.