Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 986

"Born on… 17 years old…" Sergeant Viktor muttered incoherent words as he read Atticus’s file on his tab-like device.

After seeing everything the boy had just done, Viktor thought it was necessary. If he didn’t do this, he had no doubt that he would lose his mind. After a few seconds, there was only bafflement left in his eyes.

’He truly is 17.’

A recruit breaking this simulation should be impossible. In fact, it was impossible! While paragons might be able to break it, that was because of their centuries of experience that had hardened their mindsets. A child so young had no business having a mind so firm.

’I was wrong…’ he admitted.

Viktor had been wrong from the very beginning. He had seen Atticus as someone who was talented beyond measure, and even though he had defeated and killed a paragon, because of his young age, he had assumed that where Atticus lacked had to be in his mind.

That had been what he had believed when he first met Atticus. In their training, they would focus on his will.

However, he hadn’t just been slightly wrong, he had been overwhelmingly so.

Atticus’s will was beyond anything he had ever seen before. It was insane.

"Y-yes. We’re done," Viktor finally answered after a few seconds, but Atticus had already begun walking away before he even finished speaking.

There was a massive frown on his face.

He was in a bad mood.

Despite seeing this, Ozeroth remained silent, choosing not to speak.

"I want to be left alone now."

At Atticus’s words, Viktor nodded before instantly leaving the area.

The Colonel had already given Atticus permission to excuse himself after passing his basic training, and it was obvious the boy had no reservations about doing just that.

As Viktor’s presence disappeared from the island, Atticus took in a deep, shuddering breath, calming his nerves.

’In time. In time.’

He repeated those words in his head continuously, like a mantra. This had been what he resolved to use anytime this particular matter came up.

There was literally nothing he could do to change it.

He had no power over the matter.

’I’ll gain that power.’

Ozeroth watched Atticus reassure himself without inputting anything.

It wasn’t every time that he would step up when Atticus was feeling down. It was good for him to learn how to handle things by himself.

Atticus soon regained his composure after some time and then decided to meditate to calm his mind even further.

Sitting down cross-legged, he tuned out the world and entered a state of utter peace.

Hours passed, a time that Atticus barely noticed.

Atticus’s eyes opened, letting out an exhale that seemed to release all his frustration.

"I feel refreshed."

’Crybaby.’

Atticus rolled his eyes at Ozeroth’s remark. ’Says the one currently feeling proud of me.’

’I’m not proud of anyone!’