Name: Atticus’s Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground
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Chapter 657: Eight Years

Hardworking Protagonist: Yes, Interesting Side Cast: Yes, World Building: Yes, Overpowered Protagonist: Yes, Transmigration: Yes.

Atticus faced the worst day of his life: his heart was shattered, and he was suddenly killed in his home, only to wake up in a magical realm as the heir to one of the most powerful families in the human domain.

Fueled by determination, he vowed to grow stronger and exact his vengeance on whoever killed and brought him to this world, no matter the cost.

The light novel Atticus’s Odyssey:

There’s no harem.
The MC cares only about himself and his family. He doesn’t mind crossing the line if it means he can keep himself and his family safe.
He has an extremely vengeful personality. Regardless of the reason or what you’re going through, he doesn’t care. What matters is that you hurt him, and that’s all he needs.
There will be no ‘hiding of strength.’ He’ll be cautious about what he shows, but he won’t lose if he can help it.
The MC works hard for his strength; don’t be fooled by the system tag.

Prologue

Amidst the aftermath of devastation, a scene of desolation unfolded. Wreckage lay strewn across the landscape, a grim testimony to the chaos that had erupted.

Lifeless forms were scattered indiscriminately, their presence a haunting reminder of the violence that had transpired. In the midst of this bleak tableau, a figure defied the ruinous surroundings.

A man, his hair as white as freshly fallen snow, floated suspended in the air, encased in a sleek black exo suit that exuded an air of formidable power.

In his grasp, a katana gleamed with an otherworldly light, its blade a testament to the untamed power that coursed through him.

The remnants of destruction seemed to bow before him, an acknowledgment of his dominance over the elements themselves.

With an almost ethereal grace, the elements converged around him, dancing in harmonious synchrony as if welcoming back a prodigal kin.

In stark contrast to the devastation he had wrought, an enigmatic figure stood before him. The being, unmistakably non-human, possessed an otherworldly allure.

Complexions kissed by moonlight, skin shimmering with opalescent luminosity, and eyes resembling liquid pools of silver, held an uncanny allure that seemed to pierce through the very fabric of reality.

A cascade of moonbeam-like tresses framed the enigmatic figure’s form, imbuing an air of regal elegance. Yet, beneath the exterior of serene tranquility, an aura of ancient knowledge pulsed. It was an intriguing juxtaposition, an embodiment of serenity amidst the chaos.

Though the aftermath spoke of destruction, his very presence encapsulated the duality that lay within him – a guardian of both devastation and enlightenment.

A voice pierced through the midst of destruction,

“Human! Look at all the destruction you’ve caused! Innocent lives lost! How can you be so heartless!?” the alien said angrily.

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