Atticus’s Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground

Atticus took in Whisker’s words, dissecting everything. Ozeroth and the soulkin had fallen completely silent, leaving him to his thoughts. The little guy was still on his head, trying hard not to move too much.

‘Myself.’

Back then, when Atticus had first tried stepping into the First Fold of spiritual energy, what he eventually found out was Will… awareness.

At the time, based on Ozeroth’s memories, he believed it was supposed to be about discovering his true purpose in life. Which was; the Peak.

But now… Whisker’s words had unraveled something deeper.

He realized… he’d gotten it wrong. Not entirely, but fundamentally.

His path had been real. His conviction, strong.

But the foundation he’d built it on… it hadn’t been the right one.

He hadn’t stepped into the First Fold as himself, but as who he thought he needed to be.

But that didn’t mean Ozeroth’s memories had been lies. Atticus still believed that’s how many people in the midplanes advanced.

But… it was flawed.

The First Fold, Awareness, was meant to be about discovering a purpose and aligning it with Spiritual Will. But…

‘That’s just following the path of another.’

If Spiritual Will was a derivative of true Will, then that meant it was a concept one person resonated with.

What were the odds that the staggering number of people in the same world all resonated with the same thing? It didn’t add up.

In Ozeroth’s world, they all used Spiritual Will, a will that was meant to be calming and peaceful.

If that was their true nature… then that planet should’ve been the most peaceful in the universe.

Yet from Ozeroth’s memories… they had been embroiled in war for a long time.

It wasn’t until the current king rose to power that peace came.

And the proof was right in front of him, Ozeroth.

The man had literally ripped off Jezeneth’s head more times than he could count. That wasn’t peace. That wasn’t serenity.

That wasn’t a man who truly resonated with Spiritual Will.

He had simply aligned himself with another’s path.

‘Bond.’

Ozeroth’s voice rumbled suddenly in his head. It was serious. Dead serious. Atticus had never heard him speak like that before.

As Whisker continued walking around him, Atticus suddenly spoke.

“I have a question.”

“Go on.”

“Your siblings. All of them, including you, resonated with Nature’s Will?”

Whisker smiled. “Yes.”

“And the same goes for the people under your father?”

Whisker nodded again. “Yes.”

Atticus paused.

Whisker tilted his head slightly. “Ask your question.”

Atticus paused for a bit, “Nature’s Will, is that what you all truly resonate with? Or are you aligning yourselves with another’s path?”

Whisker suddenly burst into intense laughter.

“Of course you’d figure it out,” he said, grinning wide. “Wouldn’t expect less from my star actor.”

He calmed down slightly and continued, “Yes, you’re completely right. While it’s very possible for some people to truly resonate with Nature’s Will, it’s not everyone’s true will. A lot of them are just aligning themselves with someone else’s path.”

Atticus’ expression turned serious. “Why?”

“Honestly? There are a lot of reasons. First, it’s simpler. It’s faster. People can spend centuries trying to discover who they truly are and still fail. But with this method? You just latch onto someone’s identity… and walk their path.”

“What about the other reasons?” Atticus asked after some seconds.

Whisker shrugged. “There’s also a whole political mumbo jumbo going on in the middle planes. Like faction wars. The more people that resonate with a specific Will, the more powerful that collective becomes. So it’s encouraged. But that’s a matter for another day.”

He exhaled. “The reason I didn’t tell you this before… is because I don’t want you to follow that same path. There’s nothing stronger than true Will. So focus on that.”

Atticus nodded. His suspicions had been confirmed.

And from the heavy silence in his mind… he could tell Ozeroth wasn’t liking it.

For someone so proud to realize he had walked another man’s path… it gnawed at him.

Atticus exhaled and began clearing his mind.

Now that everything was clear… he had to achieve his true Will.

He remembered Whisker’s words.

To achieve it… it was all about self-identity.

Knowing who you are, stripped of roles, goals, fears, or destinies.

Not the purpose you chase… but the truth you carry. And that brought him to the most important question.

Who was he?

That question echoed through the empty corners of his mind.

Atticus was just a seventeen-year-old teenager in his past life. Nothing grand. Nothing special. Just a kid who wanted to laugh, mess around, and maybe play some games till his eyes hurt.

And now… now he was a nineteen-year-old weapon of mass destruction.

There had been a journey. A long, painful, awe-inspiring journey that had brought him to this point.

And while it had changed him in ways he couldn’t fully explain, there was one thing Atticus had never been.

A hypocrite.

He had never shied away from the truth. He had never lied to himself just to feel better.

Atticus was a person who wanted a simple life. Nothing extravagant. Just peace. A home. His family. Moments filled with love, food, laughter, and quiet. No war. No gods. No fate.

That was his truth.

However… if he stopped there, then he would be lying to himself. And Atticus did not lie to himself.

Because buried beneath that desire for peace, he had always known… there was a darkness inside him.

And if he was going to move forward… truly move forward, he needed to confront it. He needed to accept it.

Atticus was vengeful. When crossed, he bit back, hard. But even that wasn’t the full picture.

Sometimes… sometimes, Atticus got the urge to just burn everything.

Tear it all down and remake it from the ground up.

The world was too chaotic. Too unstable. Too cruel.

It had interrupted the peaceful life he dreamed of again and again and again.

And so… he had always wondered.

What if there were no other people to begin with?

What if it was just him and the ones he loved?

Just them. Alone. In the universe.

Wouldn’t that be perfect? Wouldn’t that be peace? Wouldn’t that be… quiet?

It was a twisted thought. One that had shown up far more times than he liked to admit.

He could pretend that he had always fought those thoughts and cast them aside. He could say he always dismissed them as madness.

But that would be a lie.

Deep, deep down, he knew the real reason those thoughts hadn’t turned to action was because of power.

He hadn’t had enough power.

Because if he did… if he truly had the strength to do what he wanted, then maybe… just maybe… the people might’ve been erased already.

It was a part of him that he’d always suppressed because he feared what his mother and what the others… would think of him.

But now that the truth was all that mattered. Now that he had to awaken his Will…

He wasn’t going to suppress anything anymore.

He would accept it. All of it.

Atticus wanted peace.

He wanted safety.

He wanted to protect his family and live a quiet life.

However…

He also wanted to burn the world.

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