Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 1204

The training room that had once been filled with the violent clashes of two warriors now echoed with pained groans and violent bursts of light.

Atticus had meant it when he claimed he could speed up Magnus’s transformation. His own had taken longer because he’d needed to allow his body to adjust after being pushed under so much pressure.

But now that he was a god, Magnus had the luxury of receiving first grade healing from a god himself.

Still, neither Atticus nor Avalon considered what Magnus was currently going through a luxury. His body was constantly being torn apart and renewed.

And while Atticus made sure to return everything back to the way it was, Magnus’s mind was a different story. It bore the strain and remembered all of the pain. The agony.

’I could try erasing his memories temporarily.’ Atticus recalled the ability of the last race of Eldoralth. It was one of the cores he had gotten from Whisker after Varnok had been killed.

They were called the Veltraxis, known as Memory Weavers. They could enter the mind of any being, read surface thoughts, erase memories, and trap people in an eternal dream.

’No.’ Atticus shook his head. It just felt wrong using it on Magnus. ’He wouldn’t approve either.’ He was already getting used to Magnus’s stubbornness.

Still, Atticus felt obligated to ask. _{frёeweɓηovel.coɱ}

"Are you okay, Grandpa? Should I stop—"

"No." Magnus shook his head firmly. His eyes were tired but intense. It looked like his mind had gone through a lot. "Don’t stop. I’m fine."

Atticus sent his father a glance, who shrugged and mouthed, "You know him."

Atticus could only shake his head and continue the process. "Fourteen more to go."

Even he shuddered a bit at those numbers. He wouldn’t want to be in Magnus’s shoes right now.

The process continued, and eventually, Atticus had to force it to a stop, despite Magnus’s reservations. The man was nearing his limits, but he was just too stubborn to admit it.

"I’m tired, Grandpa. Each signature I’m copying is taking more than I expected. I need some rest," Atticus lied.

Magnus looked at him with narrowed eyes, unsure if he was telling the truth.

A god feeling fatigued was hard to believe after all. But Atticus had seen a pig fly, nothing could beat that absurdity.

He hadn’t left the room. He had chosen to stay behind until the process was completed.

"So, what will you do now that you’re a god, son?" said Avalon, curious.

They were both resting by the training room walls, overlooking a meditating Magnus. The man had wanted to go back to training, but Atticus had vehemently stopped him, claiming that while he himself rested, Magnus had to rest his mind too.

"I’m currently your teacher. You have to listen to me," Atticus had claimed.

Magnus had frowned but still listened. While he meditated, the father and son conversed.

"I’m currently focusing on grounding all the powers I’ve gathered until now, instead of adding new ones."

"That sounds good. You have so much power and so little time to train them."