Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 1207

Atticus vanished, reappearing on the island where Ozeroth trained. _{fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm}

"I see our most bountiful god decided to grace us with his presence."

Atticus turned toward the voice to see Whisker smiling at him.

"What were you doing?" Atticus asked, taking note of Whisker’s appearance.

He was shirtless, his hardened muscles on display. If anyone had considered Whisker lazy, his current physique said otherwise.

He also wore beach shorts and had goggles with a breathing hole pointing upward, along with a round, inflated cushion. He was clearly about to go for a swim.

"You know," Whisker shrugged. "The kind of things hardworking folks do to reward themselves. Maybe if you worked as hard as me, you’d deserve one too."

Atticus shook his head at Whisker’s absurdity. "You’re still on this vacation thing?"

"Of course," Whisker shamelessly admitted. "The situation is so peaceful, it should be a crime not to enjoy it."

Atticus sighed, deciding to get to the real reason he was here. He turned toward Ozeroth, seated cross-legged at the edge of a cliff, his body glowing in golden light.

’Of course.’

Atticus wasn’t surprised. Only Ozeroth would have a Will that flashy.

He turned to Whisker, who was now also staring at Ozeroth with a serious gaze.

"I have a question," Atticus said.

"I thought gods were supposed to be all knowing?"

"We are," Atticus replied. "I just try to avoid the minds of crazy people."

Whisker grinned, clearly unbothered by the jab.

"What’s your question?"

"It’s about the color of Ozeroth’s Will," Atticus began. "It used to be purple, probably because he was walking the path of the Spirit King. But you and the Gardener are on the same path, and your Wills were different. Why?"

"Good question," Whisker nodded, clearly impressed.

"Each color represents the concept we embody. The Untamed Wild. The Gardener. The difference between us and Ozeroth is that we’ve identified who we are, but we haven’t fully accepted it. The color of our Will reflects who we are. In Ozeroth’s case, he hadn’t identified himself until now. So his Will was never truly purple. It was always golden."

Atticus absorbed the information with a calm nod.

"So he just made his first breakthrough."

Whisker nodded. "Now comes the hardest part, accepting all of it."

Atticus was about to joke that accepting his prideful, egotistical self should be easy, but then remembered that not everything was what it seemed. Knowing Ozeroth, he was likely battling an emotion he didn’t want to face.

He nodded at Whisker. "I’ll come back if he makes any more progress," he said before vanishing.

Atticus reappeared on the hill and instantly resumed training his other elements.

Once again, time passed, and just like that, five months flew by.

Atticus spent most of this time training and creating more Eldorians as the energy levels of the world gradually returned to normal.

By now, many of the other paragons had discovered his ability to turn paragons into Eldorians. After witnessing the power radiating from Avalon and Magnus, several had approached him with the same desire.

Still, Atticus refused them all. Only he could decide who he graced, not them.

That said, he hadn’t moved too far from the humans just yet. Oberon had been the next person after Avalon to become Eldorian, followed by a few other human paragons.

It became clear to everyone that Atticus was showing favoritism to his original race, and they were absolutely right. Regardless, he didn’t care.

At present, there were a total of six Eldorians on Eldoralth besides Atticus. Each of them possessed power that dwarfed even the Zorvan generals they’d faced earlier. They were now his main soldiers and the protectors of Eldoralth.

It was night, and the world’s energy had just been replenished. Atticus’s gaze locked on a figure with purple hair, lying atop a platform made of flowers and vines.

He had postponed it long enough. It was finally time to awaken her, and see what she had become.

As he approached, he couldn’t help but wonder what to expect. Still, he didn’t let that stop him. Reaching her, he raised his palm, and a blue dome surrounded her.