Atticus’s Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground - Chapter 1512

Chapter 1512: Seclude
The battle with the giant had ended swiftly, with Atticus as the winner.

As the announcement rang out, Atticus returned to the group. None of them had shown any visible surprise. A one on one duel with Atticus wasn’t something anyone expected another person to win.

“Nicely done,” Anorah praised as he neared.

Atticus responded with a smile. Ozeroth grumbled something incomprehensible, but Atticus ignored him. The prideful man could be a big baby in some cases, especially when battle and pride were involved.

He turned to face the opposing army. A death like silence had settled over their people, while his own roared and cheered at the top of their lungs.

“Lord Atticus!! Splitter of giants!”

“Burn our enemies next, my lord!”

“Marry my entire family!”

“Flatten me like you flattened him!!”

“Atticus-sama!!! Step on me!!”

“My lord! Please bear my children!”

The praises were endless, and only became more unbearable as the seconds went on. Atticus had to stop himself from blurring his hearing.

Multiple flashes of light drew his attention. As he turned, he saw the champions of the god he’d just killed disappearing.

It was followed by a sudden jerk of his will.

‘The count’s will…’

Atticus gritted his teeth as he staggered back. Tens of thousands of worlds had just crashed into his will, trying to overwhelm him.

‘It’s more than before,’ Atticus thought gravely. But there was a major difference between Atticus now and Atticus then.

The last time, he had barely five thousand minor worlds and had needed to assimilate more than twenty five thousand. Now he held more than thirty thousand.

This, coupled with his true will, and his recent breakthrough and sharpening, made his will stand like an unmoving mountain.

The thousands of worlds hammered at it, trying to break through, but the image of a figure wreathed in dual flames flashed in his mind, and Atticus felt his will flare.

The count’s will became docile before merging with his.

“Are you okay?”

Atticus opened his eyes to a worried Anorah.

‘It’s not only her.’

All eyes had turned to him, each one narrowed. Even the cheers of the crowd had stopped. The entire region was silent as they stared at Atticus.

Atticus cleared his throat, then nodded.

“I’m fine.” He said, then blocked sound around them so only his people heard. “It’s the count’s will.”

A chorus of “Ahhs” left the group as they nodded in understanding.

“So, what do you plan on doing with them?” Whisker gestured to the opposing army. With their god dead, their territory now belonged to him.

‘Let’s see how this works.’

Atticus appeared before the army. Every soldier stared fearfully, unable to meet his eyes.

“”My name is Atticus Ravenstein.” His voice carried through the entire army. “I have just defeated your god and taken control of your territory. You’ve become prisoners of war.”

The words deepened the tension. More soldiers trembled.

“But I believe in a fair world. A world where everyone deserves a right to live in peace and without conflict. So I’m offering you a chance to be part of this vision. Submit yourselves to me.”

Atticus could feel the shocked eyes of his people behind him, Anorah even more so. Even he had no idea where this came from.

All he knew was that he meant every word. His vision had always been a peaceful world. That hadn’t changed.

There was a moment of deep silence before multiple clatters and thuds resounded as the opposing army dropped their weapons. A moment later, they each sank to their knees, bowing deeply.

‘Good.’

The next events involved the assimilation of the newly gained territory and its people.

Atticus was faced with the option of combining the territory or leaving them separate.

After multiple assessments and suggestions from Whisker and the others, he eventually decided to do the former.

Leaving them separate would make him miss out on many perks. Though he would lose the advantage of having two separate bases, he was also avoiding the possibility of having to defend from two fronts.

Surprisingly, the assimilation of the people went smoothly. Aside from the soldiers, he had to repeat his speech to the civilians too. They submitted without much resistance.

How easy they were to control was the one thing Atticus could thank the Verge for.

After their surrender, they automatically obeyed every order he and the others gave.

As the territories combined, Atticus felt his awareness increase even more and his will density rise.

A brief glance at the territory rank brought a smile to his face.

Arcane.

The ranks were as follows;

Prehistoric. Ancient. Classical. Imperial. Mythic. Arcane Age. Celestial Age. Eternal Age

It was a major jump from the bottom. The territory was coming along well, and Atticus felt good seeing it grow.

After ensuring everything was in place, Atticus vanished to a more secluded location. He had taken the liberty of building a training room for himself.

Though after being caught, he had to build for Ozeroth and Ozerra too, as they wouldn’t stop whining. But to him, the silence was worth it.

Sitting cross legged in the middle of the room, Atticus let out a deep exhale. It was a lot being in a group filled with dramatic personalities.

‘If only all of them could be like Magnus.’

It would be a dream come true.

Clearing his mind, Atticus focused inward. The world slowly blurred out, and his will churned within him.

‘That’s a lot of worlds…’

He’d gathered about thirty thousand worlds from his carnage in the viscount layer. But one kill in the count layer had granted him triple that.

‘One hundred and twenty five thousand total.’

It was an astronomical amount. And Atticus couldn’t help but think of himself a few days ago before the Ascension Games. He barely had less than ten minor worlds!

The sheer difference in a few days was insane.

After calming down, Atticus focused on the changes.

‘I have new wills.’

Absorbing other people’s will had always increased his power. But Atticus had discovered something else long since, he could use the wills of the people he absorbed.

He had always gawked at the prospect and potential of his elusive bloodline. The ability to control any and every element.