Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 988

The members of the White Raven division trudged toward the makeshift camp, their bodies battered, limbs sore, and many of their prides bruised.

Aurora was at the forefront, leading the group with a serious gaze. Her mind replayed the battle she had just fought, thinking of ways to better herself before the next session.

Just behind her, Nate limped dramatically, arms flailing as he continued his one-man campaign of self-glorification.

"I almost had it," he said. "If they had given me just a little more time, I would have destroyed that damn thing."

Several recruits threw him dirty glances, more so from the Ravenstein youths.

"You couldn’t even react to any of its movements," Lucas muttered, rubbing his sore arms.

Nate scoffed. "How would you know? You were too busy getting your ass beat to notice!"

A chorus of snickers followed as Lucas turned to glare daggers at Nate.

"You—"

"Relax, boys," one of the other Ravensteins chuckled. Elijah slapped Lucas on the back, only to immediately regret it when Lucas winced and shot him a glare.

Laughter rippled through the group, though it was mixed with groans as they all dragged their weary bodies forward, wincing at every step.

Then—

"Hey."

A single, deep voice rang through the air.

The entire group froze.

Even Aurora, who had been largely ignoring the others, suddenly halted mid-step. Her head snapped up, her lips parting slightly as her eyes landed on the figure descending down.

"What are you doing here?" Aurora asked, crossing her arms over her chest as though demanding an answer. But the warm smile on her face betrayed her emotions.

"I’m just passing by."

Aurora raised a brow. "Passing by?" She looked at him as though he were insane. "On another island?"

Atticus only smiled, unbothered. "Perks of being all-powerful, I can do anything."

Aurora rolled her eyes, shaking her head. "Show-off."

By now, Atticus had fully landed in front of the group. A soft chuckle escaped his lips as he turned toward the rest of the recruits, most of whom were still reeling from his presence.

Some were slack-jawed. Others stood stiffly, unsure whether to salute or simply keep staring.

Even the ones who had been laughing moments ago were now visibly tense, wide-eyed, and awkwardly shifting on their feet.

Nate was the first to snap out of it, though only slightly, exhaling sharply. "It’s just… you know, it’s Atticus."

"Yeah," another Ravenstein muttered, nodding. "It’s like seeing a god casually walk into your backyard."

Atticus chuckled, shaking his head. "It’s just me."

"That’s exactly the problem," someone muttered under their breath. Seeing him on the live screen was one thing, being bathed in his presence was another.

As they stared at their age mate, the one they had been cheering for all this while, they each felt small.

"Y-Young Master!"

Finally, the Ravenstein youths snapped out of it, dropping to one knee and bowing in reverence.

Soon, the other members followed, echoing the same greeting.

Atticus blinked, unsure of how to proceed.