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Chapter 1324: Walk
"As you’ve already noticed, the number of gods here is more than what it should be. There are new gods and old. As long as your rent is paid, you can stay as long as you want. That should be all. Any questions?"
Atticus pondered a moment. "Just two. Why was I being stared at by everyone as we walked and how can I understand your words?"
Atticus had gone far too long not to notice the stares. The whispers. While he and Masner were probably the smallest group he’d seen today, that shouldn’t have been enough to get so much attention.
’Or am I underplaying the importance of factions?’ he wondered. And for the second thing, Atticus knew for sure Masner wasn’t speaking any language he knew of.
He had conversed with other worlds when he was in the lower plane. They’d gone past being able to understand intent using mana.
But the middle planes should be different. He’d been surprised that he understood the other gods that came to challenge Eldoralth the past week, and now Masner was also the same.
"For your second question, it’s a Will Art. You’ll learn more about this in your lessons. But for the sake of it, you just have to will yourself to be understood."
’I see.’ It was easy enough for him to achieve. Atticus nodded and waited for the answer to the first question.
Masner hesitated and sighed. "Unfortunately, it is something all new gods have to go through. They call it the hazing," he said.
"I’ve been the school’s admissions officer for centuries now. A new face being escorted by me is like announcing your presence to the whole school."
Atticus frowned. "And what does this hazing signify?"
"It means you should expect countless challenges as soon as I leave you. You’re a new god. Inexperienced. New to the workings of the middle planes. You’re a goldmine to many."
As Atticus nodded, Masner began walking away.
"We’ll likely never meet again. It’s your choice, but take my advice and join a faction soon. The path of a true willer is a long and dangerous one."
Atticus didn’t say anything as Masner left. He turned his gaze down and focused on the bustling halls. This wasn’t what he was expecting.
’I should visit the library first,’ Atticus decided. He needed more information before he could do anything. He tore his gaze away and began making his way there.
Atticus quickly noticed a change. The eyes on him had gotten more probing and intense as soon as Masner left him. The whispers were endless as he walked.
’Looks like I’ve been tagged.’ They’d marked him already. Still, Atticus’ gait didn’t so much as shake. His back was straight and eyes forward as he walked.
During his tour with Masner, Atticus had used the opportunity to find out how he infused his will into movement.
Using Omnicognition, he had been able to pick up on the subtle nuances and saw through it. He found out that it was indeed an art. And with his all seeing eyes, he knew exactly what to do.
The air around Atticus suddenly shifted as he focused. His will churned, and the next step he took, it flared.
The expressions of many of the gods watching him shifted. Atticus’ movements had changed.
His steps had vanished, and instead, he looked as though he was trailing in the air. The air around him shimmered, and a subtle crack sounded when he moved, like coals being crushed underfoot.
He left a trail of ash in his wake, drifting off his back.
He looked like fire itself was moving. It was a stark difference from how he’d been moving before, and from the raised eyebrows he saw on some of the gods, Atticus could tell they had been caught off guard.
Regardless, it was far from enough to deter the gods of the middle planes. On his way to the library, Atticus lost track of the number of gods that approached him, hoping to ’spar’.
Some came with smiles and left in anger. Others came with clear disdain.
Atticus’ motto had always been to take care of problems before they could fester. But the rules of the middle plane made it so there were no festers.
If one was the type to easily lose their composure when insulted, then they were most likely never going to go far in the middle planes.
Atticus also lost track of the number of insults he received. He was glad Ozeorth hadn’t followed him. He doubted the man would’ve been able to take it.
Atticus eventually reached the library. He had never thought ignoring people would be so exhausting.
’I might have to make an example soon,’ he resolved. It was the quickest way to get these people off his back.
Atticus glanced around the library as he entered. It was everything he expected considering the magnitude of the middle plane. It felt like a world on its own, towering shelves filled with books, stretched farther than Atticus could see.
’Spatial expansion,’ he realized.
This library alone should be bigger than the entire castle.
He instantly sighted numerous gods wandering around the library, and he quickly noticed where every god who entered headed to.
’There.’
God or not, Atticus believed it was ludicrous to expect anyone to look for books themselves. There were simply far too many.
He headed over to the small booths on the west side of the library. They were small and portable, just enough space for one person, and they littered the wall, their numbers stretching upward.
Atticus chose a free one and was glad to discover it was just as he expected. An easier way to search and acquire books.
He sat on the small seat and focused on the orb in front of him. It didn’t take long for him to discover how to use it.
Placing a palm on it, Atticus was delighted to see that the list of topics appeared in his mind. He could choose, they ranged from history to many other aspects.
He chose the first one he was most curious about:
The laws of the middle plane.