Atticus’s Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground

Hardworking Protagonist: Yes, Interesting Side Cast: Yes, World Building: Yes, Overpowered Protagonist: Yes, Transmigration: Yes. Atticus faced the worst day of his life: his heart was shattered, and he was suddenly killed in his home, only to wake up in a magical realm as the heir to one of the most powerful families in the human domain. Fueled by determination, he vowed to grow stronger and exact his vengeance on whoever killed and brought him to this world, no matter the cost. A/N 1. There's no harem. 2. The MC cares only about himself and his family. He doesn't mind crossing the line if it means he can keep himself and his family safe. 3. He has an extremely vengeful personality. Regardless of the reason or what you're going through, he doesn't care. What matters is that you hurt him, and that's all he needs. 4. There will be no 'hiding of strength.' He'll be cautious about what he shows, but he won't lose if he can help it. 5. The MC works hard for his strength; don't be fooled by the system tag. 6. Lastly, if you have any semblance of liking for this novel, give me your everything, hahaha. Just kidding, please give me power stones and drop reviews. Thank you! Discord: https://discord.gg/t7z25ZzKX3

RealmWeaver · Fantasy
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568 Chs

After 2 years

The clash of swords echoed through the training ground as Atticus and Sirius engaged in an intense sparring session. Atticus moved with precision and speed, his every movement calculated and strategic.

He flowed seamlessly between offensive strikes and defensive maneuvers, his body fueled by the mana he had mastered over the past two years.

He switched between augmenting his leg with mana for a burst of speed to his arms for a powerful strike. Their swords danced in a deadly rhythm, a symphony of wood meeting wood.

Atticus's transformation over the past two years was nothing short of astounding. His once untrained body had grown into a formidable weapon, honed by relentless training. Atticus mana control of the past and now are like heaven and earth.

As the battle raged on, Atticus's mind raced. He recalled the days of grueling drills. He had pushed himself to the limits and beyond, driven by his desire to become stronger and survive.

A lot had happened in two years. Ember had decided to get stronger, driven by the loss of Ariel. She awakened a few months after Ariel's death. She too had been training with a personal trainer in the Ravenstein advance training facilities.

Caldor chose to join her so she won't feel alone, but left a year ago to the Ravenstein's camp. When a Ravenstein reaches ten, they get sent to the Raven camp for a period of three years, where they meet other Ravensteins children, learn to survive and prepare for the academy at the age of 15.

After the declaration of war against the Obsidian Order, a lot had happened. The Ravenstein were relentless in their pursuit of revenge. Bases in sector 4 were reduced to ruins, with lots of collateral damage. The very ground seemed to tremble under the weight of their fury.

After witnessing the magnitude of the Ravensteins' swift and powerful response, the Alverian family that controlled sector 4 attempted to exert pressure on them to curb their actions.

However, their efforts took a terrible turn when the Ravensteins' response escalated to a point of madness, even resorting to veiled threats of war.

The display of a furious Magnus, accompanied by an army of lightning-laden clouds, proved to be a formidable deterrent, effectively silencing any further attempts at negotiation.

Although the Alverian family members also had a Paragon rank, his expertise does not lay in fighting.

Back to the present, Atticus moved with agility, his body synchronized with the flow of mana coursing through his veins. Enhanced legs carried him swiftly towards Sirius, who stood unwavering with his wooden sword.

In a seamless motion, Atticus dodged a powerful overhead strike aimed at him, his instincts and mana-fueled reflexes guiding his every move.

With a calculated swing, Atticus unleashed a strike toward Sirius's throat, his arms empowered by the very essence that coursed within him.

Sirius smiled and in a blink of an eye, he vanished from Atticus's field of vision, only to reappear behind him with uncanny speed. The impact of the wooden sword against the back of Atticus's head was swift and jarring.

A triumphant smile adorned Sirius's face as he scolded, "Are you trying to kill me, brat?" Atticus's retort was swift, his frustration evident, "You cheated! You said you were going to adjust your strength to my level."

With a playful sigh, Sirius conceded, "Alright, alright, you win this round. You can use the advance training room now." Atticus's eyes lit up, a victorious grin spreading across his face. "Finally!"

"Listen Atticus, I'm leaving the estate soon. I've got somethings to take care of. This might be our last lesson" Sirius said

"Oh, I guess I'll see you later then. Thank you for teaching me" Atticus said with a small bow.

"Haha. I'll be back before you know it. Get ready for another intense training session!" Sirius said with a chuckle.

Atticus mouth twitched before dashing out of the training ground "Take your time old man!"

Sirius muttered under his breath, "Annoying little kid," but a hint of amusement tugged at the corner of his lips. He watched Atticus's energetic departure, a mixture of fondness and exasperation evident in his gaze.

As Atticus vanished from his sight, Sirius's thoughts took a more contemplative turn.

'He's a monster,' Sirius thought to himself, his mind racing back to the day he had taken Atticus under his wing. The decision had been a whim, an idle notion to pass the time.

Never had he anticipated that Atticus would be an individual of such extraordinary potential. Even after he found out he was awakened at 5, he attributed that to his high talent.

Sirius had witnessed Atticus's rapid growth firsthand, his progress exceeding all expectations. He couldn't help but marvel at the raw power that lay dormant within the young boy, waiting to be unleashed. The realization that Atticus was a true prodigy, filled Sirius with a sense of anticipation.

As he gazed at the training ground, his thoughts lingered on the future. He found himself eagerly awaiting the day when Atticus potential would fully bloom.


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