Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 1766

Chapter 1766: End

But he wasn’t the only one making progress with his life. Ozeroth, along with his ever-growing harem, had gone ahead and established the Hall of Ascendants.

Atticus had thought things would be awkward between them, but Ozeroth treated him exactly as he always had, a brother. It was something he truly appreciated.

The Hall of Ascendants. A place, as Ozeroth would put it, where pussies went to become worthy. In a weird way, Atticus had always imagined Ozeroth doing something like this. After all, what would the man love more than creating more versions of himself?

Under Whisker’s relentless pestering, he attended one of the assemblies alongside him, arriving just in time to hear Ozeroth’s slogan.

"I’ve spent enough time being a king. I’d rather raise heroes."

Whisker burst into laughter, interrupting the entire assembly. It nearly ended in a fight between him and Ozeroth, but thankfully Atticus was there to stop it.

Whisker, like himself, had also created something called the Wanderer’s Guild. Atticus had been thoroughly baffled when Whisker explained it to him while they cooked.

"No headquarters, no guildmaster, no ranks, no rules. Just people wandering around, helping folks, having fun... you know, living. That’s freedom in its purest form. It’s the greatest fucking thing ever, right, my star actor?"

Atticus stared at him.

"So... what exactly is your organization?"

"Organization?" Whisker frowned. "Why would we have one? We’re just living."

Atticus wisely decided to keep his thoughts to himself.

Life was full, peaceful, and enjoyable. There were days when all he did was laugh and smile. And nights when he jolted awake, seeing once again the blood of the people he’d killed. Those nights were filled with horror. Yet Anorah’s gentle touch always soothed him. Little by little, he found himself again.

Atticus lived a life he thoroughly enjoyed.

Like that, another five years passed.

Atticus sat outside, knitting a sweater while his mother Grace sat opposite him. Grace stared at the sky with a complicated look.

"Honestly, even after all this time, it still feels like a fairy tale to me."

Atticus chuckled.

"The magic, swords, reincarnation... all of it, right? I get it. It took me a while to get used to it too."

"It’s just... insane." Grace shook her head. "You know, I never knew you were killed. I never found a body. You were just... gone. I looked everywhere. Your friends, your school... nobody had seen you. I spent so long looking for you. Never would’ve guessed my son was out there slaying dragons."

She let out a quiet laugh.

Atticus was a little stunned. He’d never asked for her side of the story. He’d always imagined she’d found him shot dead, mourned him, and perhaps moved on with her life. To think she’d spent all that time searching for him.

He smiled warmly.

"Well... you found me now."

"Yeah."

She nodded with a small chuckle.

"Dada! Look! I’m flying!"

Atticus looked ahead. Across the vast grassland, his family was gathered. Ozeroth had an excited little white-haired girl with chubby cheeks perched on his shoulders as he ran around.

"N-no fair! Me too, Uncle Ozzy!"

A smaller boy chased after them as fast as his little legs could carry him.

"Alright, alright! Up you go!"

Ozeroth scooped him up with his free arm, and the boy immediately burst into delighted giggles. The two children quickly wriggled free and came running toward Atticus.

"Dada! Come play with us!"

"You promised!"

Atticus smiled.

"I will. As soon as I’m done with this."

The two immediately puffed out their cheeks, tears already beginning to well in their big eyes.

"...Pleeease?"

"Alright, alright. I’m coming."

Atticus relented and joined them.

Across the field, the others were gathered. Caldor, Ember, Aurora, and Zoey chatted among themselves. His mothers, as always, sat together.

Avalon and Attimax seemed to have formed some strange friendship, drinking while talking, though Avalon did most of the talking.

Grandma Freya sat comfortably on Magnus’ lap atop a creaking chair as the two quietly watched the children play.

He watched his beautiful wife, Anorah, walk onto the patio where Grace sat, another child growing in her belly, smiling at him.

Atticus lost himself in that smile.

This. Everything. He loved it. It was beautiful. It was everything he’d ever wanted.

And he never wanted it to end.

[Legacy complete.]

"Huh?"

Atticus looked around. Everyone else was also staring into empty space with confused expressions. They turned to him, wondering what this was about.

Yet he had no idea what was happening.

He didn’t like this.

They seemed to notice the change in his expression. Every one of them instantly went alert. Atticus immediately started toward his wife.

"Anora—"

The word slurred. He froze. What... was that?

"Atticus!"

The scream came from one of his mothers. He turned, and his heart nearly stopped. They were melting. Not just them. Everything.

The air. The world. The grass.

"Dada!"

"What is this?!"

His children panicked as well.

"Primordial Star Form!"

He invoked, yet Nothing happened.

"What... what is going on?"

His eyes widened in disbelief.

"Atticus!"

He looked up and saw his wife reaching out to him. He reached back. However, their fingertips never met. His world went dark.

[Reintegrating consciousness with primary body.]

What... where... where am I?

[Disengaging pod.]

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