Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground-Chapter 1282: Back

As the blinding light began enveloping the group, Atticus started wondering about the status of the people on Eldoralth.

He had decimated the Vortharion world, and the precautions he took before he left made sure the same wouldn’t happen to Eldoralth.

’Noctis and Whisker.’

In any sense, one of them would be able to protect Eldoralth. The former was his perfect copy, and the latter was a being from the middle planes.

They were both powerful in their own right. But Atticus hadn’t wanted to take any chances, he had no idea what the threat might be.

’But...’ this was his major concern. Quiet Flame hadn’t been able to warn Eldoralth like Iron Crown had warned Vortharion. Which meant it was possible Eldoralth had been caught by surprise.

’There might be deaths.’

Atticus’s gaze was cold as the light enveloped him and the others, their visions turning black.

A second passed.

And as the darkness receded, Atticus opened his eyes to a world with colours.

He was high in the sky. Below him stretched a vast world bathed in sunlight. Valleys rolled over each other, mountains touched the sky, and streaks of mana glittered faintly across the air like dancing streams of light. It was beautiful. It was familiar.

But Atticus didn’t waste time admiring the view. He was a god, and this was his world.

A thought was all it took to find his target. He vanished from the sky without a word and appeared in the middle of an endless desert.

Except, it wasn’t.

Instead of dunes of sand and a scorching sun, what Atticus got was cracked and transformed terrain with a weather that could only be described as unstable.

There were patches of hot and cold across the ground, as though the world itself couldn’t decide what it wanted to be.

Atticus was soon drawn toward the mushroom cloud still rising into the sky in roaring waves, shockwaves spreading outward. Despite his close proximity, it didn’t seem to affect him even the slightest bit.

It was as though something had gone supernova in the middle of the desert.

With a thought, a wave spread out from him and the eruption of force came to a stop. The spreading shockwave paused, then began to recede, followed by the thick haze.

A moment later, it became nothing more than a compressed ball in the sky, shrinking and shrinking until it vanished into thin air.

With the haze gone, Atticus was able to take in the scene clearly.

Hovering in the sky was the figure Atticus could guess was the cause of the explosion. At least, half of the cause.

A large, pure white beast with spiky fur and claws like blades. He hovered in the sky with claws stretched out, as though he had been clashing with someone just moments ago.

But as soon as Atticus saw the crimson blood leaking from his form, an ache settled in his chest.

"Noctis..."

Atticus’s voice seemed to awaken the beast. His crazed eyes regained clarity, and as he shook his head and turned toward Atticus, the sheer killing intent radiating from him vanished completely. fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

Noctis blinked. "Dada?" he said, as though he couldn’t believe his eyes. But as he saw Atticus’s smile, his eyes widened.

"Dada!" he repeated, this time with excitement. His figure blurred, and in the next second, he was upon Atticus, tongue whipping out.

Atticus didn’t react as Noctis shrunk to his petite size, latched onto his face, and began licking it like it was the sweatiest thing in the world.

Atticus chuckled. "I missed you too," he said, gently caressing Noctis’s soft fur. He was met with resistance in some parts, some areas were drenched in blood.

Noctis blood.

Atticus realized Noctis had been injured in whatever battle he fought. And there was only one figure who could pose such a challenge to someone like Noctis, the Vortharion god.

’Noctis fought him.’

That god had been the one who injured Noctis. The one who caused him pain. An unexplained spike of rage flared within Atticus. The fact that Nex had hurt him made Atticus want to storm the Vortharion world and wreck havoc.

It was hypocritical, considering the carnage he had unleashed on their world. Atticus knew this well. But he didn’t care.

He calmed his raging emotions just as he felt another presence approaching.

"And our boundless god finally graced us with his presence."

Whisker appeared, hovering in the sky just away from him.

"Did you even try to help?"

Atticus’s voice came out sharper than he intended, but he made no move to bring down the heaviness in his gaze.

Seeing Whisker in his beach shorts and top, basically spotless, made it very obvious the man hadn’t bothered to join the fight.

Whisker didn’t lose his smile. "Chill, man. He’s a big boy. He can clearly handle himself."

He gestured to the surroundings, the changing mana, the elements, the destroyed terrain. He had watched Noctis battle with Nex, and it had been epic. Like a clash between two titanic supercomputers.

However, because Nex was a god with access to boundless mana and Noctis wasn’t, the latter had begun to wear out.

The battle ended when the voice suddenly announced Eldoralth’s victory. But even before that, Nex looked like he had lost his mind.

He didn’t seem able to accept that he’d been matched by a beast. He had tried everything to get the upper hand, but Noctis always had the perfect counter.

Whisker had felt the anger radiating off Nex even from the distance he had been observing from. It had been hilarious.

Whisker turned to Noctis and winked.

"He’s almost as interesting as you. A mini star actor, hmm."

Atticus didn’t bother with him. He focused on Noctis’s wounds. They were healing, but slowly, thanks to the erratic mana.

But he was a god.

With a thought, the wounds visibly began closing until they were fully healed.

"By the way," whisker suddenly said, "why are you the only one here? Don’t tell me the rest—"

"No one died," Atticus cut in before he could finish.

"What about here?" he asked after a second, finally allowing himself to scan the surroundings.

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