Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 856

Chapter 856 Universal

Atticus's eyes flickered open, and his gaze landed on a pure white ceiling. It was unfamiliar.

'Shit…'

His vision was blurry, and although he could tell the ceiling was white and unfamiliar, he couldn't make out much else around him.

'I'm on a bed?… And there's someone here.' Atticus thought.

He felt the soft touch of the bed beneath him and the warmth of a hand holding his arm.

The warmth was familiar, so familiar that Atticus could never forget it, not even if the world were ending.

He instantly tried to sit up, fighting through the intense pain that surged through his body.

The hand holding his arm tightened, and Atticus could feel it, the happiness radiating around the room. It was intense.

Atticus's blurry vision prevented him from clearly seeing the person, but he didn't need to. He already knew.

"M-mom?"

Without warning, he found himself enveloped in a hug so warm it felt like it could melt anything.

"Atticus," Anastasia's voice cracked as tears streamed down her face. Her hug was tight, but not so tight as to hurt him in his current fragile state.

It had been so long. Too long. Atticus had fallen into hibernation multiple times before in the past, but he had always woken within a few days. But this time was completely different. This time had been the longest, and Anastasia had feared he might never wake up. It was a fear that gave her many sleepless nights.

The hug lasted for several minutes, and it seemed as though Anastasia never wanted to let go of him.

But Atticus didn't mind. He hugged her back as tightly as his weak body would allow. _{freeweɓnovel.cѳm}

Eventually, they separated. "Are you okay?" Anastasia asked, her hands still resting on his shoulders as she searched his face for any signs of discomfort.

Atticus shook his head slightly and placed his hands over hers. He smiled faintly. "I'm okay, Mom. Just… tired."

Anastasia's eyes trembled, and she sniffled, nodding her head.

"How are you feeling?" a deep voice asked. Atticus turned to see Magnus watching him with a concerned gaze.

Atticus smiled. "I'm not sure… but I think I feel good."

During the hug with Anastasia, the memories of everything that had happened flooded back to him.

The carnage he had unleashed on Veylor and the elder Lorthan. The fight with Blackgate. The latter had been cataclysmic, and he had tapped into powers he had never imagined himself capable of using for now.

But most of all, he remembered the feeling of losing his overwhelming powers as he fainted. At that moment, it had felt like he was losing everything, every single one of his abilities.

It had been insane. Yet now, as he woke up, he had briefly inspected himself. Despite feeling tired and drained, he felt… good.

The world felt slower than before, as though his perception of time had shifted again. His body was weak, but Atticus knew. He had grown stronger by leaps and bounds. He couldn't wait to check his status.

Magnus placed a gentle hand on Atticus's head and gave him a faint smile. Their eyes met, and Magnus nodded firmly. Atticus could feel it, the pride radiating from Magnus's gaze. It was almost overwhelming.

Atticus's smile widened, and he nodded back. There was no better acknowledgment than what he received from Magnus. He cherished Magnus's praise.

Magnus was a man who rarely gave compliments, but when he did, it came from deep within.

After a while, news spread that Atticus had woken up. Soon, Avalon, the Three Stars, and many elders flooded into the advanced training room to check on him.

The room quickly filled with white haired Ravensteins. Atticus watched as familiar faces and strangers alike smiled warmly, bombarding him with questions about his health.

The room buzzed with excitement, and Atticus could feel the genuine happiness radiating from everyone present. He knew they were truly glad he was awake.

But Atticus, still exhausted, soon felt overwhelmed by the surge of attention and questions.

Noticing his discomfort, Anastasia shot Avalon a cold look. Without hesitation, Avalon acted, ushering the others out of the room. They understood and soon left.

Only Magnus, Anastasia, and Avalon remained.

Atticus glanced at the three of them and from their looks, he immediately understood. 'They're dying to ask questions.'

They didn't need to speak. Atticus already knew what they wanted to know.

How the hell did he face a paragon?

Atticus smiled faintly and suddenly called out, "Ozeroth."

"…"

Nothing happened.

Clearing his throat awkwardly, Atticus tried again. "Ozeroth."