Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 1291

Chapter 1291: Embedded

Atticus turned to the ground and listened. His expression was somber. He tried hard to keep the hope rising within him in check, opting for a mask of indifference instead.

But as soon as Atticus heard the gentle voice of a woman he grew up loving, his cold expression cracked.

"Grandma," Atticus murmured, and he tried hard to fight the tears that threatened to spill from his eyes.

Beneath the earth, he had just heard the whisper of his grandmother Freya. This had been where she had been buried. Her resting place.

The battle had destroyed it, but Magnus had created another tombstone for her on the hill they resided on now. Still, it would make sense that her remnants would be stronger here.

Remnants. That was what Atticus had termed it in the few seconds he wielded this power.

At first, he had thought he could speak to the dead. Converse with them. He had come here hoping he would be able to speak with Freya again.

But only after hearing her did he realize, it wasn’t her. Not truly. It was simply a remnant of what she once was. Her whispers were filled with random mumblings, and even though she responded to his questions...

He knew deep down. It wasn’t her.

’It’s almost like the Auralithians’ ability.’

The truth was, Atticus had already unlocked all the races’ abilities the instant he became a god. Now that he was tethered to the world, there wasn’t anything his body couldn’t withstand.

He had unlocked the ability to create echoes of the fallen. He could have created one with Freya, but he had been a god for more than a year and hadn’t.

The reason was simple. It wouldn’t truly be Freya. It was only an echo of her, a fragment from his memory.

He felt it would be a great disrespect to her, so he hadn’t. Instead, Atticus resolved to do something else. A promise he made to himself.

No matter what, he would work hard and reach the peak. Then, he would drag her soul from whatever pit it had been thrust into.

Atticus vanished and appeared on top of the hill once more. After paying deep respects to Freya’s new grave, he returned to his training.

He experimented with the powers for a bit, Atticus had determined this power was one that allowed him to communicate with the dead.

It was simply one of its abilities. It also gave him the ability to communicate with any living being mana touched, animals, beasts, just name it.

He also gained the ability to turn mana into some kind of sinister force. Anything Atticus touched with the aura withered.

’It’s not hers though.’ He had fought with the god of Somnera, Lyress, and knew this wasn’t their power. ’It’s probably a world from the same segment,’ he determined.

Satisfied with his findings, Atticus switched to another power. Instantly, he felt a surge of bloodlust roar through his body.

"What..." Atticus clutched his throat, unsure of what had just come out from his mouth. That couldn’t be him. He sounded like some beast!

He manipulated the water molecules to form a reflective surface in front of him, taking in his reflection. He was shocked.

His eyes were glowing red, but it was the sheer bloodlust radiating from them that put Atticus off.

His face still remained the same, however, there was a mad grin on it, and he felt the urge to go on a rampage and slaughter. He wanted blood.

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