Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground

Chapter 1321: Approaches

Atticus hovered high up in the skies of Eldoralth.

If he had to be honest, this exact scene had happened one too many times for it not to feel nostalgic. It always occurred when he was about to do something serious.

There was just something about hovering in the sky that set him at ease. It was too serious, too purposeful.

Occasionally, he’d glance down at the world he had built and be reminded just how far he’d come. Then he’d turn back up and be reminded how far he still had to go until he reached his goal.

This was his sky. He owned this world. He controlled all. These thoughts set him more at ease than anyone could ever believe.

The past week could be said to be eventful, more than Atticus would have liked. He had increased his mother’s talent, and she’d formed her domain and ascended into the Grandmaster ranks.

A banquet had been held just yesterday, and right now, it was morning.

If it had been before, Anastasia would have been in the mansion, reading Noctis stories while going on about her business.

However now, she seemed to have joined the battle crazed family. He had built a training room just for her last night, and she’d been training all night.

So this is how she always felt.

Atticus smiled and shook his head. He used to be the one training for far too long and making Anastasia worry.

Now, she was the one doing it, and Atticus could say with all certainty that he was worried about her.

Now, he felt guilty for all those times he made her feel that way.

’I guess I understand her now.’

The reason why she didn’t want to stand on the sidelines anymore. Why she wanted to join in on the fight.

If it had been him, he would’ve done the same.

Atticus heaved a sigh and shifted his focus to the other matters.

Firstly, the world was progressing steadily. Multiple worlds had merged with Eldoralth in such a short span, which left so much to do, so many people to manage.

Oberon and Jenera had been placed in charge of this, of course. And Eldoralth had already begun to seem united. It was far from perfect, but with the overwhelming might that was Atticus, there was no disobedience.

Everyone on the massive planet was busy. People were getting used to their new lives. Others had already moved on.

The assimilation of their new addition, Kariot, had been even smoother. With their king and circle members still alive and under his strict command, he didn’t have to worry about controlling them.

In fact, since he had turned the circle members into his slaves, he’d sent them to manage their affairs.

Right now, Eldoralth was divided into seven nations, continents, to be more direct. The capital of the world had been made the continent of the original inhabitants of Eldoralth, where the 19 alliances of Eldoralth resided.

Spread around the globe were the other worlds that had merged together with Eldoralth, each with their respective continents.

But despite the clear separation, the center of command was very clear.

The dominion pillars of the alliance ruled all continents, and each one answered to one figure. Atticus.

While he loved the order, he saw the need to mix up the civilizations. It was the only way to birth people who could use the abilities of the other worlds.

As Atticus finished pondering the matters of the new world, he turned his focus toward the last issue.

Issue was the right word, however, this one made Atticus want to burst into laughter.

It had been one week since Eldoralth had reached the middle planes. And during that week, Eldoralth had been approached by numerous other worlds.

The interactions had been quite... funny.

Each one came with different approaches, but they all wanted the same thing, that Atticus accepted their challenge to fight in the Arena of the Gods.

One had come with smiles. The god had claimed he just wanted to welcome him to the middle planes and also help him settle in by informing him of the rules of the middle plane.

The first rule, as he had said, was that anyone could leave the Arena of the Gods anytime they wished. He’d encouraged Atticus to accept his challenge and give it a try.

Atticus had laughed and completely ignored him.

Another showed up not too long after. This one had come, guns blazing. An armada of warships hovered behind him, and he looked down upon Eldoralth as though gazing at an ant.

Atticus had to leave Anastasia with Avalon and had gone out to meet him. He didn’t bother telling anyone because he knew what was about to happen.

This god had claimed he would blow Eldoralth into bits should Atticus not accept his challenge.

Atticus chuckled and refused.

More came after that, each with a different approach. Some tried to get Atticus to open up Eldoralth for a chance to visit and sightsee, even going as far as to offer resources.

It was during these visits that Atticus found out none of them could enter the world without his permission. None of them could attack his world if he didn’t accept their challenge.

By the end of the week, Atticus could confidently say he loved it here.

Things were more... simple. He could avoid so much nonsense from people, and he could simply live his life and train. It was great.

"You coward! You’re a sorry excuse for a god! You should be impaled by a molten spear forged from your followers’ bones."

"Damn, he’s still going, huh?"

Atticus turned to see Whisker appear beside him. Ozeroth came after a moment and frowned at the words of the god. Insults meant nothing to Atticus, but Ozeroth was another case entirely.

"We should just go out and kill the bastard," Ozeroth said, eyes blazing. He hated every insult coming out of the god’s mouth. It might not be directed towards him, but Atticus was his bond.