Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 1013

The siege went on for hours, yet the energy of the army never waned.

The airships that continued to flood the skies were torn from existence the moment they appeared, reduced to nothing more than blazing wreckage crashing onto their own forces.

The dwarves had perfected their artillery, adjusting angles and firepower after every shot, ensuring that not a single enemy aircraft could make it past their defenses.

And just like that, the relentless swarm of enemies was held back, their numbers constantly whittled down. To the army of recruits, despite the blood-drenched landscape, it felt easy, almost too easy.

Everyone followed Atticus’s orders and performed their duties with precision. Their defense was impenetrable.

And as more enemies collapsed, the results became obvious.

Soon enough, a deafening beep sounded, and the remnants of the enemy instantly turned on their heels and fled.

The battlefield fell silent, save for the ragged breaths of the victors.

For a brief moment, there was nothing.

Then;

"WHOOOOAAA!!!!"

A deafening roar erupted across the army as millions of recruits screamed in victory. Weapons clashed against shields, voices boomed across the night, the sheer weight of their triumph settling in.

Aurora, Kael, Zoey, Nate, and many of the other recruits wore wide smiles despite their exhaustion.

They were happy. They were excited. They were exhilarated!

As an AI voice announced their victory, a golden glow erupted across the entire fortress before enveloping the army and transporting them away, leaving only echoes of their triumphant roars behind.

As the army reappeared on the island, there was only celebration. The humans weren’t the only ones rejoicing, even the other races joined in.

The joy of winning their first challenge was undeniable.

The moment they arrived, Atticus separated from the army, leaving them to celebrate however they wished.

He reappeared in the middle of the island, listening to his ever-restless spirit.

"There’s nothing better than the feeling of the battlefield. Don’t get lost in pointless theatrics," Ozeroth grumbled, his voice filled with irritation.

Atticus chuckled. "You’re just saying that for yourself."

Ozeroth scoffed. "That’s not the point."

"Oh, it absolutely is. You just don’t want to be stuck in the back lines."

"The back lines suck," Ozeroth said flatly. "All that standing around, watching other people fight? It’s unbearable."

Atticus shook his head, amused. "Don’t worry. I have no intention of staying in the back lines."

"Good." His voice practically oozed satisfaction. "You’re a warrior. You belong on the battlefield, not some strategist barking orders from the rear. It’s beneath us."

Atticus only sighed. "And yet, you were the one telling me I needed experience in leadership."

"I said experience. I didn’t say you should enjoy it." Ozeroth’s tone was dismissive. He could feel that Atticus truly enjoyed the feeling of controlling everything, and he wanted to deaden that feeling before it turned into something else.

"A true warrior doesn’t waste time leading. They make others follow through sheer strength."

Atticus simply smiled, shaking his head. His spirit’s arrogance was always a source of entertainment.

But he had to admit, there was something exhilarating about commanding an entire battlefield and watching his plans unfold flawlessly.

Still, he preferred the front lines.

There was nothing better than the thrill of battle.

The hours slipped by swiftly. The recruits spent most of their time celebrating, their spirits soaring high after their exhilarating victory.

Even as night descended upon the island, the celebration refused to die down.

"Man, I was unstoppable out there!" Nate declared, his voice booming as he thumped his chest. "Did you guys see me? I was cutting through their ranks like a damn beast!"

Lucas rolled her eyes. "Oh, here we go…"