Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground-Chapter 1062 Another Humiliation

A man with all the distinct features of the Dimensari walked down a darkened corridor within the towering halls of Velarius Castle.

His steps were heavy, and his face filled with nothing but seething anger.

Even the air felt it, the air around him appearing distorted, as if his very rage was bleeding into the world itself.

Eletantron moved swiftly, his pace increasing with every step, like he couldn't wait to get to his destination.

Despite the storm that had ensued just moments ago, his mind was oddly still. However, it was not because there was nothing to think about… but because he had already reached a conclusion.

A single, unwavering conclusion that burned within him.

He would have his revenge.

The hallway was empty. Silent. No guards, no echoes, not even a flicker of torchlight, only the faint glint of white dots glowing within his obsidian eyes, gleaming through the pitch-dark void.

At the end of the corridor, he came to an imposing black door, engraved with ancient-looking runes.

Without hesitation, Eletantron slit his arm open with a flick of his fingers, letting the blood drip onto the surface of the door. Then he pressed his hand against it, channeling mana into the wound.

The door shimmered, then rippled like water.

And he passed through.

Within, he entered a chamber that was vast and hollow. And at the center hovered a collection of orbs, gliding in slow, circular motion.

Eletantron's eyes locked onto them.

Then, he stepped forward, silent and determined, his resolve solidifying in his heart.

'I don't care anymore.'

He had lost his last descendant. The last hope of his bloodline. His future had been shattered, irreparably. Even if he fucked all the women in the Dimensari domain, his chances of birthing another were as impossible as butter breaking diamonds.

The pain had hollowed him out.

And the one who had caused everything…

'Atticus Ravenstein.'

The name alone made his hands clench into fists.

'To destroy him and his entire race… I need power. More than I've ever had. More than any Dimensari has ever had.'

His gaze narrowed as he reached forward toward the cores.

Initially, Eletantron had only learned about the cores because a particular man had told him about the history of Eldoralth. Said man had tasked him with collecting the cores, and Eletantron was supposed to deliver them to him, but…

'I'll absorb them… all of them.'

He needed more power than ever if he hoped to get his revenge.

But just as his fingers were about to touch the first orb, a voice echoed from behind him,

Smooth. Calm. Yet carrying a weight that froze the air.

"Sentient beings really are interesting."

Eletantron's body went still.

'Who?'

This was his personal dimension. One that he could claim had even more defense than the alliance military camp. To think someone had infiltrated without him even knowing was a thought that chilled him to the bone.

His heartbeat skipped.

He slowly turned around, and his heart pounded violently.

Standing there… was a man with hair of crimson and blue, a striking contrast that felt unnervingly natural on him.

A faint smile was on his lips, gentle, almost serene, but the air in the room was anything but.

Eletantron's throat tightened.

"You…" he muttered, his voice cracking. Why was this man here now!?

Then his gaze shifted downward, and his heart nearly stopped.

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Jezeneth Bloodveil, the Blood Queen of the Vampyros, an overlord of Eldoralth, a name that stirred fear even in the darkest corners of the planet… was kneeling.

Her regal form was bowed low, face smeared with blood and dirt, trembling in silence like a humbled servant.

The sight hit Eletantron like a hammer to the chest.

'She… she's serving him?'

As the thought settled, the man finally spoke,

"It seems many have forgotten the importance of etiquette… and hierarchy."

His voice was calm and crisp, like the quiet edge of a blade.

Eletantron froze. His pride and his instinct fought, but he knew exactly who stood before him. He swallowed his pride and dipped his head ever so slightly.

"Welcome," he said, trying to maintain some semblance of control. "How may I assist you?"

Unlike Jezeneth, whose bloodline had served the man for generations, Eletantron had been approached.

Their relationship was transactional at best. Though Eletantron suspected the man's power was more than his own, he was still the leader of the Dimensari, a superior race.

Even after the blow to his pride from Atticus, he refused to bow.

But the man only tilted his head, his smile widening as if amused. A child pretending to be king. It was hilarious.

"It truly baffles me," he said softly, stepping forward casually. "Even a falcon, proud as it may be, recognizes the shadow of a dragon when it passes overhead. It does not bare its talons, it bows to survive."

He stopped inches from Eletantron. His voice was low, but every word struck like thunder.

"Eletantron Velarius, leader of the Dimensari race… the world would be a better place if arrogant fools like you learned to recognize when a predator stands before you."

SMACK.

The man's palm flew across Eletantron's face, so fast, it sounded like a crack of lightning.

Eletantron's head snapped sideways, his knees buckled slightly from the sheer force.

He stood still for a moment, dazed, hand slowly rising to his cheek.

"I was… slapped?" he muttered in shock.

PAK!

Another slap landed, this time from the opposite direction.

Then came a third. A fourth. A fifth.

Each impact echoed like a whip crack, each slap sending waves of air spreading.

And when it finally stopped, Eletantron remained hunched, hair disheveled, lips bloodied, mind reeling.

When he comprehended the reality of the situation, an intense rage surged through him like wildfire. His aura erupted in a violent burst, crashing against the walls.

"I'll kill you!" he roared.

But the moment the words left his mouth, the man's eyes glowed, bright blue, radiant.

A wave of energy exploded from him, slamming against Eletantron. His body slammed into the ground with bone-jarring weight, his aura instantly snuffed out as if it never existed.

Eletantron gritted his teeth, veins bulging, as he tried to stand, but he couldn't move an inch.

His mind was filled with rage, and his eyes had turned bloodshot.

First Atticus…

Now this.

Another humiliation. Another scar.