Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 781

Chapter 781 Saddening

His steps spoke volumes.

As he walked, every single servant of the Dimensari shifted out of the way as though he were impending doom.

Carius Valarius was angry. That alone was enough to spread a wave of chaos throughout the castle. Heads bowed, the hall fell silent, and only his footsteps echoed throughout.

Carius's usually calm demeanor had vanished, replaced with a face contorted in rage.

'That old bastard!'

He clenched his fist, leaving a trail of black blood in his wake. But in the next second, he quickly regained his composure.

'Don't blame others. It's my fault.'

Carius had never been one to tolerate failure, but there was one thing he wouldn't do: make excuses when it happened.

No one was at fault but him. He had fought with his own hands and lost. This was the reality, no matter how painful it seemed.

A cold glint appeared in his gaze as he steadied himself.

'Atticus.'

As that name echoed in his mind, his footsteps seemed to grow heavier, reverberating louder.

'Atticus.'

Carius repeated it, his aura turning icier.

'Atticus.'

An overwhelming killing intent flooded the hall, making every servant and guard shiver.

Carius took a deep breath.

'When was the last time?' he couldn't help but wonder. It had been so long since he'd lost his composure like this. His plans hadn't always worked, but this was the first time in ages they had been so effortlessly foiled.

And it was done by a single human.

'He's dangerous. Very dangerous.'

This was Carius's assessment of Atticus from their brief encounter. Like him, Atticus was a thinker, someone who calculated before he acted, rarely losing his composure.

Carius had literally threatened to kill his entire family, yet there had been no flicker of emotion in Atticus's eyes. Instead, Atticus had channeled every bit of his resolve into planning a way to end the fight.

It was infuriating. He had been less than a second away from death. If not for his grandfather, he would have died.

But this wasn't the most pressing matter. Atticus was just like him, he had seen it in his eyes when they fought. He was the type to neutralize a threat as soon as he identified one. Carius knew Atticus would come for him.

'I'll have to adjust my plans a bit.'

Carius soon reached his chambers and entered, though he frowned as he noticed something immediately.

"How are you feeling?"

Carius looked over at Azrakan, who had just spoken, before responding neutrally.

"I'm fine."

Azrakan gazed at his son with warmth.

"I told Father to give you some time to rest before summoning you, but h—"