A book appeared in front of Atticus the mont he selected it in his mind.
Written boldly on its cover was: The Laws of the Middle Plane.
Atticus didn’t waste ti and quickly dove into it. The laws were... a whole lot, and while he had initially wondered why a whole book was needed for it, he understood the mont he read through it. It didn’t even take up to a nanosecond.
Atticus silently absorbed everything he’d just read.
’It’s simple and straightforward.’
While Atticus thought this, he didn’t really believe it. Different laws filled every inch of the book, and most of them had been made to reinforce what Atticus considered the main rules.
Rent must be paid every two years for the rules to apply to the gods and their world(s). Consent must be given by both parties in order to engage in battle.
The gods of each world had to give permission before any other god, or inhabitants of other worlds, could enter their world.
These were the laws Atticus considered the main ones. The ones he actually cared about.
There were far more laws, and most of the book focused on covering the loopholes of each law. And through it, Atticus understood their limits.
Firstly, the consent before any fight only applied to gods. Anyone else could fight him if they so wished.
For example, if he gave permission for the inhabitants of other worlds to enter his, they required no consent to attack his people.
It was tricky, but he was able to comprehend everything quickly.
’I’m glad I decided to co here.’ These were important pieces of information he more than needed. With this, he could escape a whole lot of problems and stress in the future.
Atticus brushed up on different topics after he finished the laws. He read another book titled Neutral Places in the Verge. He was glad books were titled literal enough to guess their anings.
As it turned out, worlds were divided into two categories: private and public.
The private were simply the worlds that could only be visited with permission from the ruling god. But public worlds were as they sounded, it was free for all. Known places for trade and gathering resources that could only be found on certain worlds.
Through this, Atticus learned of a world called The Willless, where one couldn’t use will.
He dove into more topics afterward, discovering nurous things about the middle plane he actually found intriguing. But eventually, a book made him pause.
’A police force...’ His eyes narrowed on a book titled Willguard held in his hand. It was just a book, but sohow, the na evoked a bad feeling in him. One that emanated from deep within his gut.
He read through it the next second and filtered through all the information in his head.
As he had assud, the Willguard were a police force in charge of enforcing nurous rules in the middle planes. Their range of influence spanned across the middle planes, from the Verge, to Span, to Crown.
He quickly realized what caused the unease. The Willguard didn’t report to the Verge, or any star. They were a force on their own, led by a god.
’They follow the sa Will path. Another major faction.’ A significant one, he realized.
For them to dare police the middle planes, then it ant they had the power to back it up.
Atticus’ experience with authorities had never been good.
People liked to believe they could control him, he simply showed them how impossible that was.
He eventually returned the book and focused on other topics. As ti passed, Atticus decided it was ti to leave.
He got out of the booth and made his way out. Very little had changed. The other gods still stared at him, so with contempt, and he kept receiving challenges left and right as he walked.
...
"Well? What do you think of him?" A deep resonant voice echoed within a large hall.
"Is this why you called here, old friend?"
"Save the theatrics, Masner. You t the child god. I want to know your thoughts."
Masner sighed as he fixed his gaze on a man seated cross legged on a mat in the middle of a large hall.
The hall itself was a sight to behold. Towering pillars of obsidian, the lights from the lava made ground flickering across its surface.
The temperature was off the charts. So hot that Masner had to employ his will to mitigate the heat.
Regardless, Masner wasn’t surprised by this. After all, the man was one of the pillars of the Willhall, a Count. As with all Counts, he had a Grand rank world under his belt.
The worlds in the middle plane were categorized based on their size. They were, from smallest to largest: minor, major, grand, dominion, and primordial.
A grand ranked world was the third largest in the middle plane, and gods of such worlds were known to wield insane power.
And as a plus, from his blazing red hair and eyes, his Will path and faction were clear. Redfla faction.
"Ah." Masner placed his hand on his chest and bowed. "It seems I forgot my place, Count Thane. My deepest apologies."
A frown appeared on Count Thane’s lips, and Masner didn’t miss the spike in temperature. He cleared his throat and decided to get this over with.
"He’s calm," he said. "I revealed a lot of information to him, and he took it without any change in his expression. His will didn’t even flicker. He’s the type that thinks before he acts."
"His will. Do you know how strong it is?"
Masner shook his head. "Impossible to tell. But as with all true will, I reckon it’s strong."
Silence descended for a mont.
"Now will you tell what this is all about?"
Masner had been welcoming gods for centuries now, so of which followed a true Will path. But this would be the first ti he’d been summoned. Especially by one of the pillars of the Willhall.
One didn’t gain such a title by simply becoming powerful. Many had co and gone without becoming a pillar.
To beco a pillar of the Willhall was to be recognized by the Verge himself. The pillars were trusted to care for the matters of the Willhall.
"That child sohow earned the ire of the Marquis," Count Thane said.
"The Marquis!?" Masner sucked in a cold breath.
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