Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 1745

Chapter 1745: Memories

"I’m your father."

The words froze Atticus.

Father? What father? His mind immediately went back to the vision he had when he first awakened the Solvath fragment. The man who had found him when the fragment first attached itself to him.

Atticus stared at the man, brow furrowed.

His... father?

"You don’t remember." There was sadness in the man’s eyes before it settled into resolve. "Then I’ll help you."

The man was in front of him before he could react, a thumb pressing against his forehead.

"Wha—"

Atticus felt a jolt run through his mind, then darkness swallowed his vision.

...

Atticus dreamed of a life that was both strange and familiar.

He had been born as the only son of Attimax and Ilyshkara Ravenstein, God of Man and leader of the Rion Sanctum, and the Supreme Elemental Arbiter. He had been born with a diamond spoon. Beloved by both his parents. Given everything he could ever want.

That affection had only deepened when he began displaying talent in battle and will, defeating peers and even seniors with ease. Word of his talent spread quickly. He was known, admired, and respected by all.

Atticus was awake, yet not. He was lucid. He could think. He could feel. It was a good life. One Atticus would never have imagined had been his origin. His years on Earth, where he and his mother struggled to make ends meet, were still fresh in his mind. But this...

This was the sort of life people dreamed about.

But then a fragment landed within a courtyard and bonded with him. Everything was swallowed by darkness.

Atticus’ eyes snapped open.

He found himself strapped into a seat. His surroundings were sleek, pristine, and white. A control terminal manned by several dark-clothed individuals sat before him. Through the windshield, he caught glimpses of a blurred world rushing past.

An airship.

"You’re awake."

Atticus turned toward the voice. The katana avatar... his father... was watching him with a faint smile.

"...Yes."

"Do you remember now?"

Atticus looked at the stoic man and memories surfaced one after another.

The cold mornings when they would go on runs together. The baffling occasions where he would casually hand him a fortune despite him still being a child because he didn’t want him to lack for anything. The man who had nearly turned the territory upside down over a small cut he’d gotten during training.

His father.

"I do."

Attimax’s smile widened slightly and he nodded. Then he simply turned back to the front of the airship without another word.

Atticus found himself strangely speechless.

The entire situation still felt surreal to him, but surely a father reuniting with his son after so long should show a little more emotion than that, right? His gaze lingered on him. Then a strange realization struck him. Perhaps this was where he got it from. That cold mask he had worn for as long as he could remember.

Another thought suddenly surfaced and Atticus straightened.

"What about that woman? Kosma?"

"I sent her away."

"...You killed her?"

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