Atticus’s Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground

“Right…” Whisker muttered, hoping that would be the end of it. Months spent together, and Ozeroth had found more ways to ruin his peace than he thought humanly, or spiritually, possible.

“Hmm… I guess I understand what you’re doing now.”

A flicker of hope sparked in Whisker’s chest. Would he finally leave him alone?

But Ozeroth’s next words crushed it.

“But the great Ozeroth is far superior to anyone you’ve trained. I’m a fast learner. This enlightenment nonsense isn’t necessary. Just stand by my side and whisper sweet words of my greatness.”

‘It didn’t work.’

Whisker’s heart sank. He had always been able to dodge Ozeroth’s outrageous demands with a little ego stroking. But it seemed that wasn’t going to cut it this time.

‘I have to pull out the big guns.’

“Hmm… alright. It’s just like he said…”

Ozeroth’s gaze sharpened instantly. “He?”

“Oh, it’s nothing. Just something I overheard,” Whisker waved lazily. “Probably nothing important.”

But that only made it worse. Ozeroth leaned forward, eyes narrowing.

“What!? What are you keeping from me?” he demanded.

Whisker let out a sigh, putting on a perfect mask of defeat.

“It’s just… something Atticus said…”

“Bond?” Ozeroth’s tone dropped an octave. “What did he say?”

“I really don’t think it’s a good idea to—”

“Speak.”

Ozeroth’s voice was firmer than ever.

Whisker exhaled. “Alright,” he said. “He only said… that you’ll need me to form your true Will. And that without me…”

He trailed off. He didn’t need to finish. The look on Ozeroth’s face said enough. His expression darkened, and Whisker could practically feel the spike in battle intent from where he lay.

Still, he decided to wrap it up.

“Well, I guess he’s right. Let’s get to training—”

“Sit.”

Whisker held back a smile.

‘Sorry, my star actor. You started this mess.’

He glanced at Ozeroth, who was now glaring with arms folded.

“Keep doing whatever ridiculous thing you’re doing. I’ll train myself.”

‘Ah, the pride of a spirit… it’s bigger than this entire planet!’

Whisker stretched contentedly. Finally, peace.

‘Should’ve done this from the start.’

But just as Ozeroth turned to ascend back to his spot, a low, thunderous quake rippled across the planet.

Both men froze. Their gazes met, tense, wary, then turned in unison toward the same direction.

A second later, a blinding crimson pillar of light tore through the heavens. For a brief moment, everyone on Eldoralth, every single soul, froze. All eyes turned skyward.

The temperature spiked. Sweat beaded on the skin of warriors, citizens, paragons alike. But none could look away from the towering pillar that split the skies.

Then, the light receded.

And in its place, a thin crimson veil spread across the entire planet, covering everything and everyone.

Stillness followed. Absolute silence. Not a soul moved. Then, they felt it.

A presence.

They had felt it before, especially the people of the human domain, but this was different.

It didn’t feel like an outside force anymore. No…

It was the world.

Whisker’s brief shock morphed into a wide, toothy grin.

“My star actor… he’s finally done it.”

He turned. Ozeroth was still frozen in shock.

It was understandable. Their bond allowed him to feel what Atticus was feeling. And right now, it was as if a new world had bloomed within him.

Every lifeform, every strand of Will, every breath, it was all within reach.

Ozeroth’s eyes narrowed. He could feel Wills.

He vanished, reappearing on his cliff, sitting cross legged. He closed his eyes and sank into deep meditation.

Whisker blinked, stunned.

“…The hell?”

But before he could say anything, he felt the world behind him.

‘What the…?’

He turned and froze.

A boy floated in the air. He looked like a freakishly tall youth, but his presence… his presence was beyond comprehension.

Whisker smirked. “This new god look suits you.”

“Is that how you greet your god?” Atticus smiled faintly.

Whisker laughed. “Oh, your royal divinity, bearer of eternal flame, shadow of the twelve heavens, lord of inconvenient timing and ruiner of vacations… I prostrate myself before you!”

He made an exaggerated bow, arms wide, even adding in a dramatic sigh for flair.

“Happy now?”

Atticus chuckled. “Hmm, not bad. I should make you my royal hypekeeper?”

Whisker coughed. “I’d rather turn into a pig.”

“But you enjoyed your life as a pig.”

Whisker burst out laughing. “Ah, you’re right, I did. Those were the good times.”

Atticus shook his head, still smiling.

“How are you feeling?” Whisker asked.

“Not bad, honestly. I could get used to this.”

Atticus felt like the world itself was resting in his palm. With a single thought, he could summon rain. Crack the ground open. End civilizations.

He could sense every single life on the planet. Every movement. Every breath. All he had to do was narrow his focus, and he’d gleam whatever he needed from the world.

It was insane power. The kind that, in the wrong hands, would spell the end of everything.

He’d heard Whisker talk about gods so many times, but only now did he truly understand what that meant, what they were.

“Neat, huh?” Whisker flashed him a grin.

“Neat,” Atticus echoed with a smile. It really was an incredible power up. Then his gaze shifted to the cliff, where Ozeroth remained deep in meditation.

“How’s he doing?”

“Who, him?” Whisker replied. “Well, I think his pride needs some humbling, and his voice is far too…”

“You know what I mean…” Atticus cut in.

Whisker cleared his throat. “You mean his training?”

Atticus nodded.

“Well… he’s been grinding for months without rest. He’s figured out who he is, sure, but he hasn’t accepted it yet.”

He paused, then added, “But when you became a god just now, it was like something clicked for him. So… let’s see how it goes.”

Atticus nodded again, and the two of them turned to watch Ozeroth.

Silence stretched between them. Then, finally, Atticus broke it.

“I said he couldn’t do it without you, huh?”

Whisker coughed.

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