Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 726

Chapter 726 Payback

The burial ground felt frozen in time, with only the soft rustling of wind through the trees breaking the heavy silence. Atticus stood beside Magnus, his heart aching with the weight of Magnus's story.

"She said to tell you that it's not your fault."

The stillness that followed was suffocating, almost unbearable. Magnus didn't move, but a subtle shift in his expression revealed how deeply Freya's words had affected him.

His weathered face softened as a smile tugged at his lips, filled with both sorrow and the tiniest hint of warmth.

"That's just like her," he finally murmured, his voice low and quiet, unlike the powerful man he was known to be.

Atticus managed a small smile in return. "Yeah."

They stood in silence once more, neither rushing to speak. It was a rare moment of peace, one they both completely embraced. After this, only battles awaited.

After what felt like an eternity, Atticus spoke again, his tone more focused, finally getting to the point.

"Look… only Grandma Freya could probably get you to leave here, but unfortunately, she's not here anymore. And she told me something else before she left." Atticus paused, glancing at his grandfather. "She told me to make sure I kick the other Apexes' butts, and I plan on doing just that. But I'm going to need all the help I can get."

Magnus remained silent, his gaze still fixed on Freya's tombstone. His smile faded into a look of contemplation, and Atticus knew he wasn't going to get an answer right away. The man was still finding it hard to let go.

With one last look at his grandfather, Atticus quietly turned and left the burial grounds, leaving Magnus to his thoughts.

As Atticus walked through the estate, the usual bustle surrounded him. People were training, talking, and preparing for the day, but he barely paid attention.

Mornings in the Ravenstein estate were different from the others. People were already up, and different training sessions were underway, some so intense that they had even trained through the night.

His mind was still clouded by the visit to the burial grounds, though his resolve had already strengthened. He knew what his next steps were.

Suddenly, his senses sharpened as he felt something flying toward him at high speed. Without thinking, his right hand shot up, his fingers snapping around a small projectile just before it could strike his head.

He lowered his hand to see the tip of a wooden blade between his fingers.

"Looks like the years I spent training you weren't wasted," a familiar voice called out.

Atticus smiled, turning to see Sirius, Lyanna, Nathan, and a group of Ravenstein family members approaching him.

"You couldn't even catch a 16-year-old kid off guard. Old age must suck, huh?" Atticus remarked with a smirk.

"Pfft," Nathan barely contained his laughter as he shot Sirius a mocking look.

Sirius rolled his eyes and shot a glare at Nathan, who was still chuckling. "You're one to talk, Chubby."

"Sorry, sorry," Nathan said, failing to suppress his grin. "But the kid's got a point—you are getting old."

Sirius clicked his tongue in irritation and turned his attention back to Atticus, narrowing his eyes. "Looks like someone still needs a lesson in manners."

"Blame my first master when I was five. All he could do was rant. I couldn't help picking it up."