Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 1753

Chapter 1753: Asmerion

Atticus’ mind was muddled as he trailed behind his father.

Asmerion, the Primordial Star of Ascension. One of the beings who stood at the pinnacle of creation, a height Atticus aspired to reach.

Such a being, what would he be like?

Atticus had felt Solvath’s overwhelming emotions, but he had never truly met him, never sat across from him and spoken to him. This star was whole and complete, a full being. Atticus wasn’t sure what to expect.

Attimax led him through the grand marble halls, up one staircase, then another, and another. They kept ascending until they reached the highest point of the building and stepped through a door.

A vast grassland bathed in shimmering light opened up before them. A golden sun shone overhead, and the space seemed endless despite the modest size of the building’s exterior.

A table sat in the middle of it.

An aged man with a wrinkled face sat there, sipping tea. His movements were slow, his arms trembling faintly with each motion. He carried every sign of old age.

Yet Atticus froze entirely in his tracks. He couldn’t move.

There was a boundlessness to the old man, one he couldn’t fathom or comprehend. He felt like prey that had just wandered into the domain of an apex predator.

The old man seemed to notice them. He set his cup down and looked at him. Atticus stiffened. A jolt ran through him.

Why did it feel as though his entire life had just been laid bare?

"Sit."

Atticus found himself seated, a cup of tea in his grip. His eyes widened, and he immediately set it down. When had he...

He stared ahead.

The wrinkled old man was now looking at him with a gentle smile. Somehow, his boundlessness had only grown deeper. Atticus felt small. Like an ant seated before a god.

He hated this feeling.

"My child. It is truly wonderful to finally meet you. I’m glad you made it here in one piece."

Even his voice was cracked and slow, like that of an elderly man, yet Atticus found himself utterly silent, listening intently.

"Your father has been worrying himself sick ever since. Though, knowing him, he’d rather wrestle a star than admit it."

The old man cast a glance toward Attimax, who had somehow already joined them at the table and was calmly sipping tea with a straight face, as though sitting with a Primordial Star was the most ordinary thing in the world.

Attimax gave a curt nod.

"So, tell me, my child. How was your journey?"

This was... Asmerion? The Primordial Star of Ascension?

Though the profoundness he carried couldn’t be mistaken, he looked entirely like a harmless old man nearing the end of his years. Like he couldn’t hurt a fly.

He should have been capable of taking any form he wished. So why this?

"...It was fine."

"Hmm, fine." Asmerion chuckled softly and nodded. "He truly is your son, hm, my warrior?"

Attimax’s chin rose a fraction, pride on his face.

"So..." The elder turned his gaze back to Atticus. "I imagine you have a few questions for me."

"Were you responsible for my death? On Earth."

He might be a Primordial Star, but Atticus still met his gaze directly, searching for the slightest reaction. A twitch. A flicker. Anything that suggested he had been involved.

Instead, all he received was a sad smile.

"I’m afraid not, my child. I only learned of it after the deed had already been done. Unfortunately, my influence over the Zero Plane is rather limited. By the time I discovered what had happened, it was already too late."

His aged gaze softened.

"The only thing left for me to do was reincarnate you into the Lower Planes. Truly tragic. I imagine you suffered greatly, my child."

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