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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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555 Chs

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As Atticus's eyes pierced through the darkness, his gaze meeting the blood red eyes of the Shadow Seraphon, his lips curled up into a satisfying grin.

"Found you," Atticus's words sounded, causing the Shadow Seraphon to feel shivers coursing through every inch of its whole being. It was a feeling it hardly ever felt, one it hated feeling to the core.

Before the beast could even recover from its severed tendrils, multiple silver slates suddenly appeared in Atticus's hand as he instantly channeled his mana into each of them, tossing them in every corner across the expansive space.

Each of them instantly lit up with intensity, illuminating the once pitch black space.

Atticus's gaze instantly focused on the massive figure of the beast dangling down from the ceiling, using some of its massive tendrils to hang onto some of the stalagmites sticking out from the ceiling.

"It healed," Atticus muttered to himself.