Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground Chapter 1285: Merge

The bright lights of the morning sun pierced through the darkness that was Atticus’ ditation. He opened his eyes to see the rays of gold bathing the landscape. It was morning.

Atticus rose from his seated position, expression serious.

’That’s enough ti.’

Yesterday, he had dinner with his people. Because of that, he had held back what he wanted to do, to give them at least one more night of peace before more work got thrown on their heads.

The night had passed, and now, it was ti.

’I can feel them.’ Atticus turned towards the sky. If anyone aside from him looked, they might not have seen anything. But Atticus could. He could see it.

Right now, about five planets were currently orbiting around Eldoralth as though it were their star. Well, right now, it basically was.

’The other worlds.’

Atticus had felt them the instant he returned to Eldoralth. From his calculations, he had acquired about five worlds during the Virelenna.

He killed three gods personally, two of which had killed one earlier before. Which in turn made it five.

Now that the Virelenna was over, the stars had finally released the worlds. Now, they were his to command.

’I’m absorbing all of them.’ Atticus didn’t even have to think to decide. He was a bit pissed that he hadn’t been able to kill the Vortharion god and acquire the worlds under his possession, but there was no helping it. He just had to make do.

Atticus closed his eyes and focused on each world. They began spinning faster around Eldoralth, gaining more force with every second, until a blinding glow began to encompass the world.

The five spinning orbs looked like radiant spheres, and then, one by one, they slamd into Eldoralth.

Each impact sent out a burst of golden light like a shockwave, flooding the air. One after the other, they rged into the planet until only the blinding glow remained.

Monts passed.

And then... the light dimd. The orbs were gone. The worlds had rged.

The first thing Atticus felt was the change in mana.

Earlier, it had felt boundless, like it could never go higher. Well... it went higher.

Atticus felt as though he was swimming inside an ocean of mana. Each breath felt like lumps of mana were streaming into his lungs.

Atticus was about to focus on other things when he felt multiple presences approaching.

"Son!"

"Supre Ruler!"

Atticus turned. Avalon, Magnus, Oberon, and the other Eldorians appeared in front of him like a blip, expressions hardened.

"Did sothing happen?" Magnus asked, tone serious.

The other Eldorians looked just as on edge. It had only been one night since they had to fight for their lives. Couldn’t they get even a mont of peace?

Atticus cleared his throat, pulling them out of their thoughts. "I just rged the new worlds with Eldoralth."

Many of the Eldorians showed looks of realization. Atticus had killed gods during the Virelenna. It only made sense that he had gotten other worlds.

They released a sigh of relief and began to relax... only for a cold wave to wash over them.

They felt a shiver crawl down their spines.

’Killing intent!’ The thought thundered in their heads.

They turned toward the direction it ca from, eyes landing on an army of Amazonian like warriors surging toward them on flying beasts.

Their silver armor glinted in the morning sun, and each one roared at the top of their lungs, spears and lances parting the air as they charged.

"You vile scum!"

A feminine voice tore through the air. It ca from the woman leading the charge.

A look was all it took for Atticus to recognize her. One of the won who had survived among the champions of the Amazonian world.

Two of them had lived, the archer Atticus hadn’t been able to kill, and the woman Ozeroth had been trying to teach ’a lesson’ to.

The other survivor followed right behind, face as fierce as the forr. Behind them, an army of Amazonian warriors, each powerful in their own right.

Their killing intent flooded the air, making it heavy.

Just as the Eldorians were about to unleash their auras, another wave of killing intent slamd into the group.

They turned again, another army was surging toward them.

But this ti, instead of silver armored Amazonians, these warriors wore military attire that hugged their bodies. Their hands blurred in front of them as they moved, manipulating the mana in the air.

Atticus recognized the faces imdiately. These were the people of Surnix Hold, the world of the first god he had killed, Dronvet.

Among them, he spotted the three champions that had fought Aric. The twin of the champion Atticus had slain led the group, eyes filled with bloodlust and an icy expression.

The other two followed behind the army, their faces more cautious.

The Eldorians gave it a mont, waiting, watching, to make sure there were no other threats.

When no one else appeared, the air around them shifted.

An eruption of energy exploded outward as they all unleashed their auras.

In truth, it was good news. The unification of multiple worlds. It ant two worlds were becoming one.

It ant new power. A new standard of strength. New life. But unfortunately, the newcors had chosen to begin that life with war.

There was no helping it. They would give them exactly that.

The Eldorians were just about to move when a voice rumbled. Ozeroth’s.

"Keep the hamr girl alive!" he said.

The Eldorians shared the sa confused look. But Magnus, Aric, and Zenon only sighed. They knew exactly who he ant.

Still, it quickly beca clear that Ozeroth hadn’t even been talking to them in the first place.

It happened so fast, none of them had seen a thing.

One mont, two armies were charging. The next... silence.

No roar echoed. No shout. Not even a breath.

Their killing intent vanished completely. And every single one of them froze in the skies, like ti itself had stopped.

Only their eyes moved. Wide. Shaking.

Then they looked up, and trembled.

The child god hovered high in the sky, gazing down at them like a true god.

Floating just in front of him, completely suspended and unable to move, were the figures of the Amazonian archer and the twin, who had been leading their respective armies.

Atticus’ gaze bore down on everyone as he finally spoke.