Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 1759

Chapter 1759: Life

He had watched the soldiers cut down his father’s rotten corpse and throw it away like refuse.

He had carried the remains himself. Then buried them beside a waterfall deep within the forest. A beautiful, peaceful place.

He hated his father for what he had done. Yet he hated himself even more. His actions had caused this.

Still, his father’s words never left him. He would protect his mother and sister. No matter what.

But he failed at that too.

The town head’s men, having gotten away with killing the father, soon turned their attention toward the mother.

They visited some nights after.

Askkarl returned from training late one evening to find his home engulfed in flames. His heart skipped a beat. Then he ran. He crashed through the doorway and stumbled into the burning house.

His mother and sister lay on the floor. Motionless and lifeless. For a long time, he simply stood there.

He failed... again.

A broken sound escaped his throat, and he wept into the night. When the moon was full, he buried them beside his father.

Afterward, he sat before their graves without moving. Days passed. He remained there until hunger hollowed him out and exhaustion weighed down every limb.

When he was on the verge of collapse, a venomous snake slithered from the forest.

Askkarl watched it approach with vacant eyes. The serpent hissed. Its tongue flickered. Then it began to coil away.

Suddenly, it struck.

Askkarl’s arm moved on instinct. He grabbed it by the throat and bit off its head. Blood spilled down his chin as he chewed savagely. Then he lay back beside the graves, staring blankly at the night sky.

That day, he had wanted to die. The poison should have ended him. Yet a few hours later, he awoke filled with vitality. Stronger. Faster.

For hours, he wandered in confusion. Then his gaze fell upon the graves. His fists slowly clenched. A new emotion took root within him that day.

Vengeance.

And so, over the following days, he searched the forest for venomous snakes, devouring every one he found.

Each time, he would fall asleep. Each time, he would wake stronger. The discovery thrilled him. For the first time since his family’s deaths, he had found a path forward. A way to become stronger.

So he began testing its limits. Herbs. Animals. Anything he could consume. Before long, he discovered a pattern. The more potent the thing he devoured, the greater the strength he gained from it.

He named the ability Devour.

And so, month after month, he hunted relentlessly, consuming everything he believed could make him stronger.

Eventually, he reached a point where the little town could no longer comprehend his existence. He had become something beyond it.

Then he stormed the town. Captured the town head and his entire family, bound them, and made them watch.

He attacked everyone.

The people who had watched his father hang. The people who had stood by and done nothing. The people who had looked away from injustice because it was easier.

He slaughtered them all.

The Spirit King.

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