Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 1200

The sounds of footsteps reverberated as two figures walked calmly through the grand halls of the Concordant Spire.

"What is on your mind?"

With neatly styled blue hair and an impeccable attire, Oberon Enigmalnk, fixed his sky blue eyes on a woman he had spent the past months with. Jenera.

Jenera stared at the distant air, seemingly in very deep thought. They had both just come out from an important meeting with the Dominion Pillars.

Jenera and Oberon had been put in charge of establishing the new society, and they had done just that.

After numerous back and forth discussions with Atticus, he had eventually agreed on a new plan.

The core vision was simple: a unified nation formed from the surviving members of Eldoralth. Here, no race held superiority, and all citizens were protected under the same laws.

Atticus was the sole ruler. His every word was law. However, he had made it clear, he had no intention of actively involving himself unless absolutely necessary.

He would let the paragons rule themselves, as long as they adhered to the core vision he had laid out.

And so, the Dominion Pillars were born.

They were the leaders of the new Eldoralth. The Seven Pillars of Civilization:

Justice and Law. Defense and War. Knowledge and Education. Infrastructure and Recovery. Culture and Harmony. Research and Evolution. Exploration and External Affairs

Each dominion was tasked with advancing the nation, pushing its people to surpass even the greatest heights Eldoralth had once known.

No single person led each dominion. Instead, a representative was selected to attend major meetings, but the real decisions were made by councils of paragons, diverse in race, equal in standing.

The settlements housing the new Eldoralth were divided into Provinces, each governed by councils built on the same foundation, diversity, equality, and law.

All races, all people, bound under the same rules that Atticus had personally approved.

Of course, Jenera and Oberon had never told Atticus just how difficult it had been.

The superior races had always seen themselves as more worthy. More evolved. More deserving.

They had nearly died. Saved by someone they once saw as nothing more than trash. And for a time, they had been grateful.

But after the dust settled, their old arrogance crept back in.

"He was lucky," they whispered.

"It was a fluke," others said.

"He should surrender his power to someone more worthy," many dared to suggest.

When those words began to spread, Jenera, Oberon, and the other paragons felt fear.

If Atticus heard them…

They shuddered at the thought.

They acted swiftly. Silenced the rumors. And even went as far as assassinating those foolish enough to utter such slander.

Still, the bullying continued behind the scenes. The superior races picked on the lower ones like nothing had changed.

Jenera and Oberon knew. It wasn't easy to undo generations of superiority complex in just three months.

Still, they were determined to handle it, without Atticus finding out. They wanted to avoid a massacre.

So, they established a police force. Built on the same principle as the Sentinel Guardians, but this time, it included members of all races. Their job was simple: enforce the laws and protect the people.

After that, things quickly settled down.

And now, today, they had all felt it. That overwhelming presence that swept through every inch of their being.

Atticus.

But he wasn't just Atticus anymore.

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Yet the frowns only deepened.

Jenera turned to Oberon. "What choice do they have?"

Oberon smiled. "None."

There was nothing any of them could do.

"If they've got a problem with serving him, then they should go and complain to him themselves. As for me, I'm loving the change."

In her eyes, nothing was different. Atticus was now a god, but he'd already been one to them long before this.

Still, people would be people.

Oberon only nodded. He understood exactly how she felt.

He had always been a man of logic. And for him, survival was the priority, even if it meant making sacrifices along the way.

And right now, looking back at all the decisions he had made to reach this moment, Oberon couldn't help but commend himself.

His choice to support Atticus with everything he had had been the best one. Atticus had saved them. Without him, Whisker's siblings would've ravaged Eldoralth and wiped out everyone.

There would've been no survivors.

'People really need to start thinking with sense.'

He couldn't understand it. The boy had saved all of their asses, literally. He had proven himself time and time again. So why were people still resisting the inevitable?

'How hard is it to lay down pride for survival?'

Oberon had meant every word he said to Vexarius that day. If kneeling down and begging would ensure survival, he'd do it. Pride without power was idiocy. And Oberon truly believed that.

Now, that same idiocy was unfolding before his very eyes. The weak were trying to challenge the strong.