Atticus’s Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground

All the good. All the bad. For the chance at obtaining power to protect his loved ones, Atticus accepted them all.

Suddenly, the air around Atticus changed.

Whisker, who had been pacing around him, froze. His eyes narrowed into pinpricks.

‘What is this… already?’

Whisker, of all people, knew who Atticus Ravenstein was, truly was. He could even claim he knew the boy better than his own parents.

After meeting him in the abyss world, Whisker had watched Atticus for years. Observed his every step. Every reaction. Every feat.

He knew how monstrous the boy was. He knew exactly what Atticus was capable of.

There were no rules when it came to Atticus, no predictions, no limits, no records. Any attempt to measure him by normal standards was a major waste of time.

He shattered all of them.

This was why Whisker had tried not to predict how long it would take for Atticus to reach the Impose Stage. He wanted to leave it to fate. When it happened, it happened. So that then, he wouldn’t have been surprised.

But people weren’t like that.

Despite all his earlier thoughts, Whisker had still tried to predict it.

From his explanation earlier, it had to be remembered, Whisker had said that it could take some centuries to truly accept oneself. Some never even reached it.

It wasn’t as simple as listing out your quirks and deciding, “Yes, I accept myself.”

No.

You had to embrace every part of who you were.

Your kindness. Your wrath. Your brokenness. Your cruelty.

There had to be no disgust. No suppression or hesitation. Only full, brutal acceptance.

Only then could one awaken their True Will.

Naturally, it took time. Often, the breakthrough didn’t happen through calm meditation. It came during action. Trauma. Moments of raw, devastating realization.

This was why Whisker was so shaken.

‘It’s like he already knew… and he was just waiting…’

This wasn’t just fast, it was insane.

It felt as if Atticus had always known who he was, and now that the moment called for it… he simply flipped the switch.

‘It hasn’t even been five minutes.’

Whisker knew. He’d been there the entire time.

‘Would he change?’ Whisker’s gaze sharpened.

The fact that Atticus hadn’t reached the Impose Stage until now meant something had been suppressed deep within him. And now that he’d embraced it…

Whisker was dying to see what it was.

Just as he wondered… Whisker’s snout suddenly stiffened.

‘Something’s… burning?’

His eyes narrowed. The smell of something burning had just reached his snout.

‘Don’t tell me…’

His eyes turned toward Atticus and his heart slammed to a stop.

All around the boy, an intense crimson glow had cloaked his form, but that wasn’t all.

Tendrils of smoke drifted upward, curling unnaturally. It didn’t look like fire. It looked like something was burning reality itself.

Whisker’s mind reeled. Just as he was about to start wondering what was happening, it hit him…

BOOM

A violent surge of danger tore through his being, instinct flooding every nerve.

Despite his small feet and pudgy body, Whisker blasted backwards with everything he had, slamming into the farthest wall of the room.

He stared at Atticus like he was staring at the most dangerous being in the universe.

‘No way…’

His eyes trembled. He didn’t want to believe it.

Regardless for the briefest second, just a sliver of time… while standing next to Atticus, he had felt it.

His Will had been… burning.

Even with the disbelief threatening to crush him, Whisker’s expression slowly stretched into a look of wild, unfiltered excitement.

‘Of course his Will is… that…’

…

In an enormous space, nearly half the size of a stadium, was a control room.

But true to the Evolari’s nature, it wasn’t uniform or monotonous. Every section of the room was different. Irregular crystal like structures floated midair, casting gentle glows, while bio metallic surfaces shifted form to accommodate the operators stationed at them.

Dozens of monitors and suspended screens filled the air, each one displaying a different part of the domain.

And in every screen, there was carnage.

The Zorvan warships filled the skies, unleashing attack after attack upon the aegis shield, explosions flashing in near rhythmic waves.

This was the main and central control room of the Evolari domain. Currently, it was monitoring every single inch of the land, tracking the chaos, the fear, and the battle.

And at the heart of it all stood Jenera Flux, raining down orders one after the other. The leader of the Evolari race.

“Have the First adjust their position on the northeast flank.”

“Yes, Paragon!”

“Send a quarter of the Third to support Group Two.”

“Yes, Paragon!”

Jenera’s eyes moved from screen to screen at blinding speed, her focus absolute as she issued commands without pause.

As the leader of the domain, no one understood its intricacies more than her. And aside from that fact, her brilliance in war strategy was well-known, even among other race paragons.

No one had objected when she’d been chosen to lead the army.

She and Oberon had been stationed here in the control room, serving as the army’s eyes. Monitoring. Directing. Calculating.

Only a paragon could be trusted with a task of this scale. And Jenera’s comprehension speed was terrifying, far above anything a grandmaster could reach.

She dissected and processed information in real-time, relaying it to the field faster than anyone could believe.

It was safe to say that she hadn’t had a moment of rest for the past one and a half months. Despite being even more powerful than Oberon, the dark bags beneath her eyes were heavier. The exhaustion more intense. But she kept going.

She had no choice.

The rest of the paragons were scattered across the domain, stationed close to the aegis shield.

Jenera had grouped each of them based on their races to avoid confusion or internal conflict and had tagged every group with a number for ease of communication.

Currently, there were exactly thirteen races gathered together in the Evolari domain. Asides the Lucendi, Dragons, and Elves, the others made up the army.

As the battle raged on, Jenera’s eyes suddenly shifted toward a large timer displayed on the central screen. Her expression turned grim.

‘One minute.’

The door to the control room hissed open, and Oberon stepped in, approaching her immediately. His face was grim.

“Looks like I made it in time,” he said in a low and serious voice.

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