Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground - Chapter 1629 Points

Chapter 1629  Points

‘He’s insane.’

Whisker stared at the carnage below with trembling eyes. His heart pounded violently in his chest, and he struggled to fully grasp the sheer magnitude of what he had just witnessed.

Atticus had just treated an army of Grand Sovereign gods as though they were insects being smashed beneath his heel. In his millennia of living, he had never witnessed anything remotely close to this.

‘How is that even possible?’

To cancel the wills of other gods… such a thing should have been an impossibility of the highest order. Whisker had always regarded his aspect as overpowered, but could he even classify the… thing Atticus possessed as merely overpowered? It was catastrophic.

‘He’s not the same.’

No matter how much he tried, Whisker couldn’t reconcile the Atticus of now with the one from before. Atticus had evolved to a stage where he stood on an entirely different plane. To think there was once a time he had been stronger than him. Now, if they were to fight seriously, without any godly amplification…

‘I’d lose.’

A surge of exhilaration coursed through Whisker’s body. He was glad he had chosen to sneak around and observe Atticus. He would have missed such a breathtaking spectacle otherwise.

“When you’re done hiding, you can come out now.”

“!!!”

‘He knew. Of course he knew.’

He would have been a fool to think he could deceive a god within his own world. Whisker let out a sharp screech as he swooped down and landed beside Atticus.

“Can you even be considered normal at this point?”

Whisker said in disbelief as he shifted back into his human form.

“You’ve been watching the whole time.”

“Of course I was. How else was I supposed to see… all of this?”

Whisker looked at the overwhelming devastation surrounding them. They were standing in a literal sea of mutilated corpses. Yet the one responsible remained utterly unfazed as he dismissed his exo-suit and fixed Whisker with a mildly disapproving gaze.

“What about the others?”

“Relax. They’re fine. Check if you want. Ever since we became gods, this kind of thing’s been easy.”

Atticus’ eyes turned distant for a brief moment, indicating he was checking. A moment later, clarity returned to them.

“We still can’t lower our guard. We don’t know what’s coming next.”

“Sheesh. If you’re still this guarded with that kind of power, what hope do the rest of us have?”

Whisker muttered that Atticus seriously needed to learn how to relax, but frowned when he noticed Atticus staring intently at the exposed pathway in the distance.

“There’s someone approaching.”

“Wait… what?”

They vanished instantly, reappearing in the sky just above the pathway.

…

“Who are you?”

At the cold voice, the man clad in a white robe halted and lifted his gaze, only to see two figures hovering in the sky. His eyes brightened the instant they settled on Atticus.

“Atticus Ravenstein…”

“Answer the question.”

Atticus frowned as he studied the man. He wasn’t dressed like a Will Guard from any major faction he recognized. But the fact that he had emerged from enemy territory kept him on edge.

“I am Go.” The man lowered his head with measured respect.

“I was sent by Grand Elder Azeroth of the Evoli School. I’ve come to deliver a message.”

“…”

“Hm?”

Realizing his slip, the man quickly inclined his head again.

“…You may know us as the Usurpers.”

Boom!

His knees buckled as the crushing weight of Atticus’ aura descended upon him.

“Hurk!”

He clenched his teeth, his robes quickly dampened with sweat.

‘What… what is he…?’

Go released his will, struggling to withstand the pressure, but all he managed was to lift his head slightly. Was it because this was Atticus’ world?

‘No.’

A chill crept down Go’s spine as his eyes met Atticus’ ocean-blue gaze. They were the eyes of a predator.

‘He truly defeated them.’

His mission had been to observe how the coordinated assault on Atticus would unfold. Go had envisioned countless outcomes, but never had he imagined it ending in absolute slaughter.

“What do you want?”

“…As I said, I’m here to deliver a message.”

“Then deliver it.”

“Grand Elder Azeron invites you to our domain. He wishes to meet you personally.”

“….”

“I—”

“I’m not interested.”

“…I see.” Go nodded, as though it was expected. “In that case, I was told to show you this.”

He raised his arm, and a large golden sword manifested in his grasp.

Atticus’ eyes narrowed the moment his gaze fell upon the insignia engraved at the hilt.

“And I was also instructed to pass this along. He’s alive.”

Whoosh.

The sword vanished from Go’s hand and appeared instantly in Atticus’.

“…”

Go’s brows furrowed slightly, but he remained silent as Atticus examined the blade.

‘I should leave.’

The last thing he desired was to remain in the presence of this monster any longer than necessary.

“If you ever reconsider, this token will guide you to our domain. It will activate once you reach the summit.”

He conjured a wooden token and let it hover before Atticus.

“I’ll take my leave.”

With a deep bow, he turned and departed the territory without another word.

“Mind explaining what that was about?”

Whisker asked the moment Go vanished from sight.

“….”

But Atticus continued staring at the insignia on the hilt. After a brief silence, he muttered:

“…Anorah.”

…

The next events were practically routine. After the deaths of the Will Guard and the major faction gods, Atticus entered each remaining territory and wiped them clean. There was still a considerable force stationed within each, but it didn’t take long before everything was purged and left open for the Eldorians and resistance leaders to begin their takeover.

Soon afterwards, Atticus brought Anorah back to his training room.

“It’s been a while since we’ve been alone.”

Anorah looked at him with a teasing glint in her eyes, but the seriousness on Atticus’ face made her expression slowly tense.

“After the battle, someone from the Usurpers came to see me.”

“Those idiots?”

Anorah narrowed her eyes, a faint strand of killing intent slipping from her body. After what happened with Raziel during the Ascension Game, such a reaction was only natural.

“What did they want?”

“He invited me to their domain.”

“Why?”

“He didn’t say.”

“You turned him down, right?”

“…I did.”

As Anorah’s brows began to knit together, Atticus calmly brought out the sword Go had handed him earlier.

“What is th—”

Anorah’s eyes trembled the instant she saw it, and she gradually reached out, her fingers brushing against it as if to confirm it wasn’t an illusion.

“Where… where did you get this?”

“He brought it. And he said… he’s alive.”

“!!!”

Anorah’s eyes widened, and she clenched her fist so tightly that her knuckles cracked audibly.

‘She’s shaken.’

It was painfully obvious from her reaction that this concerned someone she deeply cared about. Atticus had already recognized the insignia carved into the hilt. It was the same one etched onto Anorah’s sword. Beyond that, he had seen it throughout Asterra. It symbolized their lineage.

“…Is it your grandfather?”

Atticus asked after a brief pause. It would have made sense, especially since Raziel had used Logoth, an art taught by her grandfather.

“No. He’s dead.”

Anorah shook her head firmly, like she was completely certain. “This is my father’s sword.”

“…Your father?”

As Anorah gave a slight nod, Atticus’ brows drew together.

‘She’s never mentioned him before.’

Her grandfather had raised her, and her parents were said to be dead. Yet judging by her reaction, Atticus was certain she had known nothing of this either.

“We shouldn’t jump to conclusions. It could be a trap.”

Atticus believed his reasoning was sound, but Anorah still shook her head as she swallowed hard. Her eyes had already begun to glisten with tears.

“This sword is given to every Sword of Light. It’s bound to their life force. If he dies, it disappears.”

“Then…”

As Atticus frowned slightly, Anorah’s grip tightened and her eyes shone with certainty.

“It’s him. He’s alive.”

…

The day passed in a blur. After his talk with Anorah, she excused herself and secluded herself, saying she needed time to sort through her thoughts. Atticus allowed her the space, as he understood what she was going through.

This free time gave him the opportunity to turn his attention to other matters.

Clang!

Clang!

Clang!

“Whooo.”

Amid the clangorous ring of steel striking steel, a sharp whistle echoed through the vast cavern.

“Her father? That’s insane. But you’re missing the best part.”

“What part?”

Atticus frowned as he looked at Whisker, who wore a mischievous grin. He always had that expression whenever he was about to say something absolutely ridiculous.

“Think about it. This is your chance to earn some serious points.”

Whisker said as he casually draped an arm around Atticus’ shoulders, as though they were lifelong comrades.

“Points?”

“Yeah. You bring her father back, what do you think happens? She’ll be beyond grateful. And a grateful woman? Dangerous. Especially when you’re alone.” He finished with a wink. “You… that’s what you took from this?”

“Oh, relax. I’m giving you solid advice here. Trust me, I know what I’m talking about. There was this woman back on Nature World with five pussies. Crazy, right? Anyway, she—”

“Stop.”

“Hey, I’m just saying—”

Atticus removed his arm from around his neck and rose to his feet.

‘What was I expecting?’

He was foolish to think Whisker would offer anything remotely useful.

‘Focus on why you’re here.’

Whisker only raised his voice further as he enthusiastically continued his story, but Atticus tuned him out and walked toward Garvin, who was methodically bringing his hammer down against a vat of molten steel.

He had acquired an abundance of will conducting ores from the Span, and he fully intended to put them to proper use.