Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 1509

Chapter 1509: Challenge

"So, how does it feel, Lord of Fartonia?" Whisker appeared beside him with a wide grin.

Atticus cringed at the name and blamed himself for not stopping it.

He stared at the people, eating, crying, hoarding food, arguing over who owned which loaf, even fighting over a random bone.

"It’s crazy."

The better part of the morning was spent pacifying the babies. The title had been courtesy of Ozeroth, and Atticus hadn’t seen any lies in it. They were babies.

Afterward, Anorah and the council members took over organizing them. They already had preset community roles. Some were soldiers, some chefs, some cleaners, and even absurd roles like children at play and emotional support weepers. The one who almost took him out was the village screamer.

He had to stop himself from cutting down the loud bastard.

Anorah did a great job calming them down and assigning roles. In a sense, she was more of a lord than Atticus. Still, she left him with the role of turning the territory into a livable space.

He burned the trees and greenery to a crisp, then manipulated the earth into consistent paved roads across the territory. He built more houses and any building he felt a territory needed, barracks, granaries, wells, bathhouses, training grounds.

As the people settled into their assigned homes and the territory began looking like an actual one, Atticus let out a long sigh.

"You look like you’ve been through hell," Whisker said beside him.

"That’s because I have."

They hovered above the territory. Ozeroth and Ozerra were fighting to win the people’s favor. Ozeroth, of course, winning.

Ozerra had disdained the idea of getting ’conquered’ but Atticus hadn’t accepted his request. As Ozeroth was considered Atticus’ general, he was revered. While Ozerra was considered a rival god. Atticus constantly had to intervene to prevent them from attacking her.

Whisker laughed. "The Verge left everything intact except their fear. This would be Eldoralth without fear."

Atticus shuddered. An Eldoralth without fear sounded like a nightmare. He might have ended up killing everyone by now.

"Calm down, my star actor," Whisker chuckled. "It won’t happen."

"What do you want?"

"Oh now I’m hurt. Why do you always think I want something?"

"Because I know you. If you didn’t, you’d be watching Ozeroth and Ozerra argue."

Whisker cleared his throat. "Alright. Honestly? I’m here because of you. You seem... different."

Atticus raised a brow.

"I noticed after you finished assimilating the viscounts’ wills. Something happened, didn’t it?"

’He’s sharp.’

Atticus had to admit, though Whisker joked around, he had yet to meet anyone more perceptive. Well, except for himself.

"Sounds like you’ve been watching me."

"I stalk you. I thought you knew this?"

Atticus rolled his eyes and fell silent before speaking.

"I think I... manifested my will."

Whisker’s expression sharpened. "Tell me everything."

After a few seconds, Atticus finished narrating everything that had occurred in his mindscape. Whisker held a wry smile, rubbing his face.

"This boy... you’re nothing but a walking cheat."

"A... cheat?" Atticus frowned.

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