Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 873

Chapter 873 Pests

The hall was filled with tension, every delegate listening as Atticus's voice rose. Calm, steady, but expansive.

"Then let me ask you something," Atticus said, titling hus head to the side slowly, "How would you deal with pests? Pests that keep pestering you even though you've made it clear they're not wanted?"

"In case you've forgotten, this is the human domain."

His aura surged like a storm, rippling across the room. The walls groaned under the pressure, the sound echoing ominously.

"You have no demands here. You have no voice. I will treat you as you are: pests," his gaze sharpened,

"what are you going to do about it?"

The room froze, the weight of his words sinking in.

In the control room, silent excitement filled the air as the Ravensteins watching the live feed grinned widely. None of them spoke, but their clenched fists and proud expressions said it all.

He said it.

Atticus had voiced exactly what they all wanted to say. Those arrogant delegates had overstepped, and he had put them in their place.

He was a true Ravenstein.

Avalon allowed a small smile to cross his face, despite the current tension in the hall.

But the delegates weren't smiling.

The Dimensari and Vampyros delegates froze.

A human child had just called them pests.

Their blood boiled, their pride shattered.

The atmosphere darkened, a suffocating killing intent exploding from the two delegates. It washed over the room like a tidal wave, oppressive and heavy.

The Dimensari and Vampyros delegates shot up from their seats, their auras flaring like wildfire. The tension reached its breaking point.

Then, it happened.

Atticus's aura erupted like a nuclear explosion.

The force of it cracked the circular table, spreading fissures through the polished stone. The entire room shook violently.

Both delegates, mid-motion, were slammed back into their seats as though an invisible hand had forced them down.

The weight of Atticus's aura crushed them, smothering their killing intent like a fire being doused.

The Dimensari and Vampyros delegates locked eyes with Atticus.

His glowing purple gaze burned into them, unyielding, as if daring them to move again.

Their hearts trembled.

Fear.

The Vampyros delegate despised the feeling. He had spent centuries being the one to inflict fear, never the one to feel it. And now, this boy, this human, had made him feel small.

His anger surged.

Blood red veins crawled across his face, his crimson eyes glowing fiercely. The metallic scent of blood filled the air as a faint pull tugged at everyone's veins, as though their blood was being summoned.

The room grew colder.

Then, the Vampyros delegate moved.

The world seemed to freeze.

In the control room, the Ravensteins watching the live feed froze, their eyes widening in shock.

"He wouldn't dare…" Lyanna muttered, her voice trailing off.

But he had.

The Vampyros delegate lunged, his movements faster than the eye could follow. His killing intent spiked, sharp and deadly, filling the hall with a chilling intensity.

But before he could reach Atticus, everything stopped.

Atticus didn't react.

His expression remained cold and indifferent, as if the delegate's approach wasn't worth acknowledging.