Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 1284

Chapter 1284: One Night

Atticus fixed his heavy gaze on the Apexes. He... didn’t know what to say.

’Why?’ This was the question bugging him.

Why had they done it? Atticus hadn’t shown any hint of wanting to kill them. Their lives hadn’t been in danger. While they had been fighting for Eldoralth’s survival, he hadn’t informed the Apexes.

None of them should’ve known what was actually going on.

Which meant... there were no imminent threats. That was what made it so confusing.

It was known that they were risking their lives in the fourth trial. Its threat level was so high that none amongst his predecessors had passed it.

The only reason Atticus himself had attempted it was because his life had been in danger. But here they were, each seated cross legged, eyes closed, and weapons glowing.

’Will they pass?’ Atticus wasn’t sure. He had no idea if their trial would be the same as his.

But he had spent enough time in the trial to realize how unique his ability to manipulate mana signatures was.

It had been an ability that came in very necessary during the trial. If the Apexes didn’t have it, could they pass?

’Plus, how is time still moving?’ Atticus asked himself. During all his trials, time had slowed to a crawl, regardless of who his opponent had been.

’It could be the circumstances,’ he realized. During his second trial, the life weapon had pulled him in against his will due to the situation.

It had ultimately been to protect him. And this, Atticus believed, was the life weapon’s goal, to protect its wielder. Well... to an extent.

Aside from the life and death trials, the rest were enemies.

If the three had been in life and death circumstances, odds were that time would have slowed for them too.

Atticus removed his gaze away after a few seconds. ’There’s nothing to do but wait.’ The life weapons were far beyond his imagination and control. There was no way he could influence such a thing.

Still, he kept an eye out for each of them, just in case they awakened. As he made his way out of the training room with Anastasia in tow, Atticus found himself wondering how life weapon wielders who failed their trials actually died.

Would they simply cease to exist? Or would their bodies remain?

"Get something to eat before you begin."

Atticus sighed softly, turning toward Anastasia. She stared at him with a firm gaze. She wasn’t taking no for an answer.

’How did she even know?’ he wondered. Though he had just gotten back, he had been about to start working like it was a normal routine. A god had endless stamina after all.

But his mother had read him like a book.

"Okay, mom." He saw he couldn’t change her mind and agreed.

Moving back towards the main mansion, Atticus was a bit surprised to see the table already set.

Varieties of food filled the table, it looked like a banquet for kings.

Anastasia smiled at her son’s shocked expression. "Surprised?"

It was as though the little guy knew Atticus didn’t have the power to resist his charm. And he used it well.

The dinner went on quietly. Everyone just... ate. Though there was nothing but silence, Atticus had felt some sort of camaraderie he couldn’t explain.

They had just fought and survived something that could’ve been the end of them. And now, they were sharing a meal to mark their victory.

As the dinner ended, Atticus thanked his mother, said his goodbyes to his family, and nodded to the Eldorians before walking out of the dining hall.

The night air was crisp. Cold and biting. But Atticus couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt it. Since awakening the four elements, the world’s weather had stopped affecting him like it did others.

To him, there was no hot or cold. Just whatever he chose to feel.

As he reached the top of the hill, Atticus took a deep breath and exhaled after a few seconds. Through the quiet night, he took in the sprawling city below.

The city was still alive. Numerous lights flickered across its vast stretch, people moved about, and scattered chatter filled the air.

Atticus could see everything. He could hear every conversation. Every argument.

It was a lot of information, yet he filtered through it with ease. Right now, none of it was worth anything.

’I’ll give it to them tonight,’ Atticus decided after a moment.

Then, just like that, he sat down, and began meditating.

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