Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground - Chapter 1291: Embedded

Chapter 1291: Embedded

Atticus turned to the ground and listened. His expression was somber. He tried hard to keep the hope rising within him in check, opting for a mask of indifference instead.

But as soon as Atticus heard the gentle voice of a woman he grew up loving, his cold expression cracked.

“Grandma,” Atticus murmured, and he tried hard to fight the tears that threatened to spill from his eyes.

Beneath the earth, he had just heard the whisper of his grandmother Freya. This had been where she had been buried. Her resting place.

The battle had destroyed it, but Magnus had created another tombstone for her on the hill they resided on now. Still, it would make sense that her remnants would be stronger here.

Remnants. That was what Atticus had termed it in the few seconds he wielded this power.

At first, he had thought he could speak to the dead. Converse with them. He had come here hoping he would be able to speak with Freya again.

But only after hearing her did he realize, it wasn’t her. Not truly. It was simply a remnant of what she once was. Her whispers were filled with random mumblings, and even though she responded to his questions…

He knew deep down. It wasn’t her.

’It’s almost like the Auralithians’ ability.’

The truth was, Atticus had already unlocked all the races’ abilities the instant he became a god. Now that he was tethered to the world, there wasn’t anything his body couldn’t withstand.

He had unlocked the ability to create echoes of the fallen. He could have created one with Freya, but he had been a god for more than a year and hadn’t.

The reason was simple. It wouldn’t truly be Freya. It was only an echo of her, a fragment from his memory.

He felt it would be a great disrespect to her, so he hadn’t. Instead, Atticus resolved to do something else. A promise he made to himself.

No matter what, he would work hard and reach the peak. Then, he would drag her soul from whatever pit it had been thrust into.

Atticus vanished and appeared on top of the hill once more. After paying deep respects to Freya’s new grave, he returned to his training.

He experimented with the powers for a bit, Atticus had determined this power was one that allowed him to communicate with the dead.

It was simply one of its abilities. It also gave him the ability to communicate with any living being mana touched, animals, beasts, just name it.

He also gained the ability to turn mana into some kind of sinister force. Anything Atticus touched with the aura withered.

’It’s not hers though.’ He had fought with the god of Somnera, Lyress, and knew this wasn’t their power. ’It’s probably a world from the same segment,’ he determined.

Satisfied with his findings, Atticus switched to another power. Instantly, he felt a surge of bloodlust roar through his body.

“What…” Atticus clutched his throat, unsure of what had just come out from his mouth. That couldn’t be him. He sounded like some beast!

He manipulated the water molecules to form a reflective surface in front of him, taking in his reflection. He was shocked.

His eyes were glowing red, but it was the sheer bloodlust radiating from them that put Atticus off.

His face still remained the same, however, there was a mad grin on it, and he felt the urge to go on a rampage and slaughter. He wanted blood.

’What the hell…’ Atticus deactivated it, completely taken aback. It felt like something was taking hold of his sanity.

’It must be them.’

Atticus remembered the group of crazy looking men and women he had seen earlier when he addressed everyone.

Although he had overwhelmed them, and even felt obedience from them, they had still looked at him with eyes filled with bloodlust. It was a crazy sight, and an even crazier feeling.

Atticus resolved to check out that new power later. For now, he focused on another, this time, the last.

Instantly, he felt the mana around him tremble. Its blue glow began to shift and change. Luminous blue turned to light… then deep purple.

Atticus’s gaze mimicked the glow, flashing with an intense purple hue. He felt a connection to the dead unlike anything he had ever experienced.

Not only could he converse with them, he could command them. Ask them to do his bidding. He could filter through their thoughts, how they lived, their deepest fears… their deepest regrets.

Atticus was just about to tap into one of those feelings when a voice that chilled his spine rang out.

“Finally!”

His gaze snapped open to see the figure of a luminous woman, wrapped in purple light, hovering in front of him.

“Why did it take you so long?” the woman said. And the moment Atticus saw her, he recognized her.

Lyress. The god of Somnera.

Atticus’s gaze constricted.

“Wha—”

“Oh please, let’s skip this boring part.” She waved her hand casually, flying around him while studying him closely. “I left a remnant of my soul back in my world in case I fell.”

“I wanted to be able to haunt whoever kills me for all eternity,” she said proudly, smiling in a way that made Atticus’s skin crawl.

“Yeah, no.” Atticus shook his head. Whatever this was, he had no intention of going through with it.

He raised his palm and mana began gathering fiercely around him.

Lyress, who saw this, didn’t flinch. She kept her calm expression, she even smiled.

But as the seconds ticked by, an intense frown marred Atticus’s face.

’What is this?’ He had just discovered something insane.

Lyress seemed to take that as her cue to explain.

“You learn a trick or two in your centuries as a god,” she said with a small shrug. “Sorry, but I come with the world. If you want the world, then you have to deal with me. Hehe.”

Atticus’s eyes sharpened as she confirmed his assumption. But he still couldn’t fully wrap his head around how it was even possible.

’She embedded herself into the world’s signature. I can’t get rid of her without altering the whole thing.’

And if Atticus altered it, the incredible power he had just felt would cease to exist.

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