Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 987

Aside from that, Atticus had only meditated and trained, sometimes sparring with Ozeroth to refine his battle strength.

Compared to Ozeroth, Atticus still fell short when it came to pure combat. Because they were basically one, his Aurethalian ability to see into the future was shared between them, making his advantage essentially obsolete.

In fact, it became Ozeroth’s advantage instead. While no winner was ever recorded, Atticus always found himself getting pummeled.

It was always the face, as though the spirit was angry about how flawless it was.

Atticus approached the edge of the island, gazing downward before looking up. He observed the distinction.

There was a massive island above his, many times bigger than his own. It was also filled with imposing buildings, and airships roamed around it.

It hovered at the highest elevation, with his island positioned just below it. The other islands sprawled beneath his as though following an unseen ranking system.

’Looks like the higher the ranking, the higher the island,’ Atticus thought.

’But does it mean the millions of recruits each get an island?’

That seemed highly unlikely and a massive waste of resources. Atticus was curious about the system the military used.

He sent a glance behind him, where Ozeroth, in his mini form, lounged on a recliner by the pool, wearing absurdly tiny sunglasses that barely covered his glowing eyes.

One leg was crossed over the other, and in his hand, he held a tall glass of… something neon green, with a tiny umbrella sticking out. Atticus had no idea where he got it from.

A large silver sun reflector, the kind used at beach resorts, was propped up next to him, catching absolutely nothing, yet positioned with an air of utmost importance.

Atticus blinked. "What… are you doing?" The distance meant nothing to beings of their level.

"Sunbathing," Ozeroth answered without opening his eyes. _{freёwebnovel.com}

"There is no sun."

"So?" He adjusted his sunglasses with a smug grin. "A king must bask in his own magnificence regardless of trivial details like ’reality.’"

Atticus pinched the bridge of his nose. "You don’t even have skin."

Ozeroth finally cracked one eye open, raising a brow. "And yet, I’m still getting tanned. A mystery of the ages."

Atticus let out a long sigh, turning back to the islands below. "I swear, you make less sense every day."

"And yet, you keep me around. Now, are you building that lava fountain or not?"

Atticus shook his head before jumping off the edge of the island.

’Aurora reached the top the same time I did. She should be the second…’

With that thought, his figure blurred before appearing in the skies above the second island.

It was the island just below his, and luckily, there were no barriers encompassing it, allowing him to enter uninterrupted.

Atticus’s eyes glinted as he scanned the entire island, instantly sensing the numerous people currently on the move.

His gaze narrowed. ’They maintained the divisions.’

Just below him, sprawled across a massive area, were the figures of the White Omen division members, all engaged in an intense training session.