Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 1669

Chapter 1669: ‘Set Up’

Even after the discovery of his enhanced Aspect, Atticus didn’t stop analyzing. A lot had occurred in the span of days, and it was necessary for him to note every change.

Because of this, it wasn’t long before he discovered something else.

Whoosh.

"..."

Atticus studied the crimson orb hovering above his arm in silence. It was none other than his will.

Though he hadn’t noticed it before, his heightened scrutiny now picked up on a subtle change.

’It’s stronger.’

The flames were thicker, denser... hotter. Simply looking at it, he could see the air around it warping, shimmering under the intensity of its heat.

’Hmm...’

He paused, trying to consider the cause. Solvath fragments had drawn him closer to the world and granted him control over all forces, yes... but this felt deeper than that. It hadn’t just enhanced his power.

It had touched the foundation of his will. His being.

As his mind drifted back to the moment he first awakened his will, he finally realized.

’My emotions.’

During the sixth trial, he had confronted and overcome every one of them, including Resolve, what drove him forward.

That resolve had always been intertwined with his will, and in refining one, the other had inevitably changed with it.

’It became more... complete.’

’Complete.’ The word felt right. There was no more resistance. No hesitation. His will no longer felt fractured or reactive, it felt whole.

True.

Atticus exhaled slowly. Whatever had changed, he couldn’t fully grasp it without testing it himself.

Suddenly, a thought formed, and a faint smile appeared on his face.

A moment later, a golden light flared before him, and a frowning Ozeroth stepped out of it.

"What is this, bond? I’m busy. My grand banquet—one you’re not invited to—isn’t going to plan itself."

Atticus resisted the urge to roll his eyes.

"I need you to punch me."

"...what?"

The words clearly caught Ozeroth off guard as one brow lifted slightly.

"You heard me."

"I did. I’m just wondering if you’ve finally lost your mind. You want me to punch you?"

"Yes."

"...why?"

"I owe you an apology. Figured I’d make it up to you properly."

"...you? Apologize?"

"Yes."

Ozeroth stared at him for a moment, his expression turning odd.

"Did you hit your head?"

"No."

"Did that ancient fool take over?"

"No. Just listen. I’m serious. Punch me. Let’s settle it and move on."

"...you’re being very suspicious right now."

"You always think that."

"Because you are."

Ozeroth’s gaze lingered on him as he considered it.

"What kind of punch are we talking about? Can I use will?"

"Use whatever you want."

"...whatever I want?"

"The stronger, the better."

"Will you defend yourself?"

"Just a thin layer of my will."

"In your face?"

"...yes."

"...you’re really asking for it."

Atticus frowned.

"Are you going to do it or not?"

A slow, wide grin spread across Ozeroth’s face as he gave a satisfied nod.

"Oh, I am. Just making sure you don’t start crying after."

He rolled his shoulder, loosening his arm as he took a few steps back.

"If you hold back, I’ll assume you’re scared." Atticus smiled. "Or worse... that you care about me."

Ozeroth’s eyes thinned to slits.

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