Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground-Chapter 1013: Foster

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.

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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…"

The humans had gathered around their respective fires, eating, drinking, and reveling in their victory.

At one of the larger fires, Aurora, Nate, Zoey, Kael, and many of the human leaders sat together, their excitement clear despite their aching bodies.

As Nate continued boasting, one of the Ravensteins chimed in,

"We all played our part, but let’s be real, if it wasn’t for his leadership, we wouldn’t have won."

At the mention of Atticus, the campfire crackled louder, as if in agreement. The people fell silent, almost in reverence.

They had won that challenge without even a single casualty.

It was insane.

Among the humans and the other races, a new level of respect toward Atticus had taken root. The battle was all they could talk about at every bonfire gathering.

…

A tall, black-skinned humanoid with two horns sprouting from his head descended toward the middle of the island.

His crimson eyes were filled with excitement, yet his entire demeanor screamed caution.

As he landed on the ground, his movements were even more cautious than his eyes.

He stopped a few meters in front of a figure sitting cross-legged, a figure whose mere presence seemed to press down on the island itself.

"General."

He saluted, his body rigid. Straight. Firm.

And then, he waited. No further words. Simply standing still, awaiting a response.

At his greeting, Atticus opened his eyes, gazing at his supposed instructor standing before him.

"Another challenge?" Atticus asked calmly.

Months had passed since their first challenge, and during that time, they had undergone multiple trials designed to break them. To break him.

Zenon hadn’t held back. He had ensured that every challenge was as brutal as possible, pushing Atticus’s mind to its absolute limits.

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Atticus never participated in the battles, his focus was solely on leadership, on commanding his forces with flawless precision.

And just as the Evolari had expected, Atticus never disappointed.

He passed every challenge effortlessly, showcasing his brilliant observational capabilities.

And now, Atticus wondered what they had in store for him next.

"No, General," Viktor responded, his tone respectful.

"I came to inform you about the banquet coming up in a week’s time."

Atticus raised a brow. "Banquet?"

Viktor nodded. "Yes. It’s an event designed to bring all the recruits’ leaders together."

Atticus tilted his head slightly, contemplating the purpose of such an event. A social gathering in the middle of training?

It seemed pointless.

His eyes narrowed slightly. "The other Apexes will be there?"

Viktor confirmed with another nod. "Yes."

Atticus exhaled through his nose. "Why? What’s the purpose of the banquet?"

"It’s a way for the recruits to foster relations before they’re sent into battle. The military wants to encourage cooperation among the strongest, given that many of you will be fighting side by side in the future."

Atticus’s expression remained unreadable. "So, politics."

Viktor didn’t deny it. "Essentially. It will take place two days before the graduation ceremony."