Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 1639

Chapter 1639: Prison

There was a problem.

Though the destination of their target was clear, Atticus had to learn the hard way that reaching it wasn’t nearly as simple as he had assumed.

The space between each floating island wasn’t merely empty airspace, but one filled with condensed streams of Willguard will. It flowed across the entire domain like a vast current of energy.

’Like an infinite energy source.’

Atticus stared up at the golden shimmering wave cascading above him, a faint frown settling on his face. He couldn’t help but think about the implications of this new discovery.

Unlike before, he was in the world of another. Here, he no longer possessed the infinite energy or restorative properties Eldoralth had supplied him.

It had played a major role in his defeat of the combined might of the major factions and the Judicator. But that advantage was now gone.

’I’ll have to make do... and end fights as quickly as possible.’

A second later, he turned away. All around him, every eye was fixed on him, as though waiting for his next move.

Well, everyone except Whisker and Thora, who were busy talking and laughing in the distance. The two seemed to be getting along surprisingly well.

’I guess they see me as the leader.’

’Of course you are. A student of mine cannot possibly serve under someone else.’

Ignoring the Arbiter’s remark, Atticus turned toward the Evoli elder.

"So how do we reach it?"

According to the elder, they could probably force their way through it, but doing so would alert the entire domain. That was something Atticus couldn’t afford, at least not right now.

The elder nodded, as though he had been expecting the question.

"Willguard airships."

"They can pass through it?"

The elder nodded.

"They’re designed for it."

"...And where do we get one?"

The elder lifted a hand and pointed toward the distance.

"There."

Following his gesture, Atticus narrowed his eyes until he spotted a faint dot resting on a distant island.

The elder spoke again.

"The prison."

...

Moments later, the group began traversing the island. Though everything around them was gold and shining, Atticus could see that the fauna here didn’t differ much from what he had seen on Eldoralth.

Well, aside from the leaves and grass being golden, and the trees towering as high as skyscrapers.

Even so, Atticus found it surprisingly easy to adjust to the sight. But that was until he encountered their first stretch of water.

The river was vast, flowing in an endless cascade before plunging down a cliffside at the far edge of the bank.

Atticus stared at it, feeling a bit shocked. It wasn’t the vastness of the river, nor the waterfall that caught his attention.

It was the fact that the entire stretch of water was... golden.

It turned out he wasn’t the only one who found it odd, as Whisker whistled the moment he saw it.

"Damn, these golden freaks really committed to the theme, huh? Who the hell makes their water golden? They’re even worse than Ozzy."

Atticus couldn’t help but agree.

They continued their journey, and soon they crested the hill Azeron had pointed to, coming into full view of the large structure sprawled below.

’The prison.’

A towering fence enclosed the entire complex, with multiple golden buildings arranged in neat rows within it. Atticus could see a faint shimmer surrounding the entire complex, and guess it was some sort of shield.

"Finally, some action!"

Thora stepped forward with a wild grin, staring at Atticus with excitement gleaming in her eyes.

"So what’s the plan, leader? We storm the place and kill everyone? Or plant a bomb and watch it go up? Personally, I’m rooting for the first one."

"Hmph. Filthy sinners."

Clicking his tongue, the warden turned toward Whisker and nodded.

"Alright. Bring them in."

Seconds later, the entire procession stepped through the gate and into a vast courtyard.

’We were right to use him.’

Atticus cast a glance at Whisker, who walked ahead with a casual grin on his face, as though he owned the place. He was a natural.

Unlike before, Atticus had taken the role of a Willguard Warden. He was the one holding the whip, constantly throwing harsh glares at the prisoners to keep up the act.

The smartest way to sneak into the prison had been to pose as Willguards escorting prisoners. But since Atticus had disintegrated the Willguards earlier, they weren’t able to use their uniforms as disguises.

Atticus had to use his element to perfectly replicate their armor and alter their appearances to match the Willguards from before.

While some of the Evoli posed as prisoners, he had also used his element to replicate the chains binding them.

As they walked, Atticus glanced around. Numerous wardens littered the courtyard, and while many threw glances at them as they passed, their gazes were directed mostly at the prisoners trailing behind them.

Their expressions were fierce, and he even caught some showing outright killing intent.

’Why build a prison in the first place?’

They clearly held an intense hatred for the prisoners. It looked as though they would rather murder them than imprison them. Still, Atticus was relieved that none of them saw through their disguise.

’Good.’

Atticus fixed his gaze on the building ahead. While there were many doors, he was glad to see they were conveniently labeled. At least this way they wouldn’t have to wander around searching for the right place to go.

’Prisoner Processing.’

Whisker also seemed to have noticed it. But when they reached the building, the warden standing in front of it frowned.

"What are you doing?"

’Did he find out?’

Atticus narrowed his gaze. Not even a Judicator should be able to see through his aspect, much less a mere warden. Around him, Azeron and the others had already tensed, their gazes turning cold.