Atticus’s Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground

The early afternoon sun shone down on a small island nestled in the middle of a vast body of water. It was just after noon, and a particular figure was trying to enjoy his damn vacation.

‘Atticus really screwed me over.’

Whisker couldn’t believe his current situation. He was currently sprawled out on a cluster of leaves on the island’s beach, sunbathing.

Every now and then, he adjusted the reflector sheet in front of him, trying to catch the perfect angle of the sun.

But no matter how hard he tried to relax, his eyes kept drifting toward the top of a distant cliff, where a large figure sat cross legged, completely still, eyes shut.

Whisker shook his head.

‘I can’t even enjoy my well earned vacation anymore.’

One had to work before they could earn a vacation, and Whisker could say with full confidence that he had worked more in the past few decades than most people did in their entire lives.

He’d clawed his way up from being the weakest among his bloodthirsty siblings to standing toe to toe with them, barely, but still.

It had been a brutal journey. Years of hellish training, pushing himself to the brink, gaining power, and eventually enlightenment. Power he needed for one purpose: revenge.

‘I’m glad I found him…’

Whisker had to admit, he was truly glad he’d found Atticus. It was hard to imagine how things would’ve turned out if the boy hadn’t come to the Abyssal Chasm. Would they have stood on opposite sides?

Whisker chuckled.

‘Nah. I would’ve known my star actor the instant I saw him.’

He always had a knack for finding the interesting. He’d meant every word, Atticus Ravenstein was a walking reality show. There was no world in which Whisker wouldn’t be drawn to that kind of drama.

Still, he was grateful they met.

‘Now it seems possible.’

Now, the future he’d once only dared to imagine, the fall of the Nature King, seemed possible.

Whisker had been plotting, training, building strength so he could one day get his revenge.

That wretched family had taken someone irreplaceable from him, and he had every intention of taking back manifold.

But he wasn’t delusional. Even he had seen how impossible it was to ever defeat the Spirit King.

The man ruled the Nature Faction, the progenitor of Nature will. While Whisker… Whisker had only ever utilized a copy.

He’d latched onto the Nature Will out of necessity, because he needed power fast, just to survive his siblings’ constant attempts to kill him.

That was what made Atticus so remarkable.

Awakening a true Will was said to have a 99.999% failure rate. No one knew exactly why it was so rare, only that it was nearly impossible.

Whisker hadn’t even bothered to try. With threats closing in, he hadn’t had the luxury to gamble.

‘He’s truly born different…’

Even Whisker couldn’t wrap his head around it. The boy had learned about the concept of true Will and, on the very same day, succeeded in awakening it.

Something trillions had failed to do across countless lifetimes… Atticus achieved in a single day.

But Whisker wasn’t complaining. If anything, he was thrilled.

Now, his revenge wasn’t just a dream, it was tangible. He could finally envision the fall of that self centered tyrant.

‘But he still screwed me over.’

Whisker snapped back to the original point he’d been trying to make.

His star actor had screwed over his vacation.

‘I’m usually the one… helping people like this…’ To think Atticus, of all people, would be the one to prank him? It was insane.

‘That true Will really did a number on him.’

The change had been drastic. Atticus used to be all stern expressions and stoic silences. Now… now he played pranks. Actual pranks.

Whisker found the change refreshing… in theory. He’d always wanted to spice up the boy’s personality. But being on the receiving end was not so fun.

“What the hell are you staring at?”

Whisker sighed.

There it was, the voice of the person that had singlehandedly shattered his dreams of a peaceful vacation.

Ozeroth.

‘I’ll just ignore him. Maybe he’ll forget I exist.’ But that was wishful thinking.

Ozeroth was the type of guy who looked like he existed solely to piss people off.

Whisker had always thought he was good at getting under people’s skin, but Ozeroth… Ozeroth was a master.

From his obnoxiously loud voice to his absurd declarations, Ozeroth acted like the universe existed sole for him.

“…”

Whisker didn’t respond. But that only made things worse.

Ozeroth opened his eyes and glanced down at the man who decided to sunbathe when war was just on the horizon.

“What are you doing?”

Whisker clenched his jaw. Of all the dumb questions…

“Sunbathing… clearly…”

He tried to mumble the last word, but of course, it still reached Ozeroth’s ears.

“What was that?”

“Oh, nothing.”

Ozeroth frowned, then disappeared from the cliff. A shadow fell over Whisker almost instantly.

He sighed and tilted his sunglasses up just enough to see the broad shouldered annoyance staring down at him.

“May I help you?”

“This is not how a teacher should act!”

“Pardon?”

“I gave you the privilege of teaching me. You should be honored! You should be standing by me, offering wise words all day long.”

Whisker adjusted his shades and took a deep breath.

“I hail from a long line of great teachers. The scholars in Nature World say I have a divine talent for teaching.”

“Now, I know it looks like I’m just lazing around, but not everything is as it seems. Teaching a man as great as yourself requires a rare kind of inspiration, one that can only be found through enlightenment… from the universe. And that’s exactly what I’m desperately seeking right now.”

Ozeroth narrowed his gaze. Somehow, it felt like Whisker was trying to mess with him. Still… he liked the praise. It prickled at his skin.

He scoffed. “At least you know how to recognize greatness.”

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