Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground

Chapter 1322: Admission

"That’s not going to happen. He’s not a threat. He only has his mouth," Atticus said calmly, shut him down. One of the gods had remained behind and had continually tried to rile him up into accepting his offer. Luckily, Atticus could simply tune out the noise.

"You can easily defeat him, bond!" Ozeroth retorted. "Stop him from running that stupid mouth of his."

"I’m sure I can, but I won’t. Not unless I find out as much as I can about the middle planes."

Ozeroth clicked his tongue and turned away, his blazing eyes fixed upward. If he had been a god, he would have shown the bastard his place.

"Are you ready to go to school, my star actor?"

Atticus nodded at Whisker, smiling. "The Eldorians?" he asked.

It had been a week since he began the training of the Eldorians. Not surprisingly, they had all chosen to walk Atticus’ Will path, even Magnus and Avalon.

"A work in progress," Whisker said with a smile. "It’ll take a bit of time."

Atticus nodded. "Include the king and other warriors of Kariot."

"Hmm." Whisker scratched his chin, understanding where Atticus was going. "Will do, Supreme God."

Atticus cringed and shook his head, finally nodding to both of them. "I’ll see you both later."

Whisker waved with a smile, while Ozeroth smirked.

Atticus returned the smile. He had said his goodbyes to his family already and even the Eldorians. Whisker and Ozeroth were the last people he wanted to see.

Now, he was ready to leave.

"Try not to burn my world."

"No promises," said Whisker, while a dangerous glint passed through Ozeroth’s eyes.

Atticus shook his head, trying not to feel too worried.

He was leaving the world in their hands, after all.

’I’m ready,’ he said internally.

Suddenly, he felt a pull, followed by a voice he recognized all too well.

The Great Verge.

"Finally."

That was all Atticus heard before his vision flushed dark.

Atticus expected to open his eyes in the dark world of the Great Verge. Instead, the first thing he saw when he opened his eyes... was a castle.

Medieval in style, but with far more advanced finishing.

He was standing atop a small hill along a path that led down to the castle. Below him sprawled an expansive, walled complex.

The gates were grand. The walls were pure black and solid. Though the castle dominated the view, the compound around it was no less impressive.

Its size was that of a small, walled city but with sparse buildings. Aside from the large castle at the center, Atticus could count the remaining structures.

’I can’t see past it,’ he realized.

There was some sort of fog blocking the city. Aside from the buildings, he couldn’t make out anything else. Not the people. Not their number. Nothing.

Atticus’ arm was on his katana as he took cautious steps toward the castle. He assessed himself as he walked.

’The plane will intensity has increased,’ he realized. He was in a world clearly not his, but he could feel a much stronger pressure from the plane will than he felt on Eldoralth.

This made Atticus realize two things.

The world offered no protection from the effects of the plane will.

And he was on a world at a higher level than Eldoralth, where the effects of the plane will were stronger.

Atticus reached the gates as he came to these conclusions. He had also finished assessing himself and his surroundings.

There was no mana in this world, nor any energy in fact.

There was only Will.

Regardless, it didn’t change much. He still had the mana in his body and access to Eldoralth’s mana.

His powers were still very much intact.

The imposing double gates creaked the moment he approached, then snapped open with sudden force.

Atticus was still a distance away from the gate, but the intense breeze still reached him.

A man emerged from the opened gate with a calm gait. He looked aged, with blue hair and large blue beards.

The instant Atticus met his blue eyes, he saw a calm and peace the likes of which he’d never seen before.

"Atticus Ravenstein. God of Eldoralth, I suppose?" the man asked.

Atticus snapped out of his daze and nodded. "Yes."

"My name is Masner. You may address me only as Admissions Officer. I’m in charge of welcoming you into the school. Let’s go."

The man turned without a moment’s notice, walking back calmly through the gates. Atticus followed closely, the massive gates closing behind them.

The moment Atticus passed through the gates, the fog around the city cleared, revealing everything.

It was far from what Atticus expected.

Coming here, Atticus had expected to see a few gods at most, a handful.

However, he was met with the opposite.

Men and women of all types moved through the city, each one focused and purposeful.

The city was... bustling.

"These are all—"

"Gods," the Admissions Officer cut in before he could finish. "Yes."

He didn’t even glance at Atticus as he answered, only maintained his steady gait forward.

Atticus forced his shock down and matched his pace. He could somehow tell they were all truly gods.

He couldn’t help but reconsider the vastness of the middle plane once more.

He had already sighted more than a hundred gods wandering around. The thought that they each had their own world and considered new gods made him uneasy.

Just how many gods existed in the middle planes?

"I can see your confusion," the Admissions Officer finally spoke. "But I can promise you, it gets easier. Please listen. I’m not in the business of repeating myself."

Atticus did as he was told and listened.

"This school is called the Willhall. As you must have been informed, it’s a school designed for new gods to become accustomed to the middle planes. But if you’re perceptive, you’ll realize it’s become more than that."

"Here, you’ll be given the following: the rules of the Verge, how to utilize your will, how to ascend... and the gods’ favorite... a chance to acquire resources."