Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 1232

Chapter 1232: Bar

Some time later, he stepped out of the building. The hot afternoon sun bathed his figure, but he felt no heat.

’I’ve spoken to all of them.’

Atticus had made sure to speak to everyone close to him. He had told Anastasia, and the others, about the scale of the battle ahead. About the threat. He needed them to understand what they were up against.

Now, his conscience was clear. He was ready for the next step.

Reaching the highest point on the hill, he looked down at the sprawling metropolis they had built.

It had only been a year, yet it was awe inspiring in every sense.

Atticus couldn’t help but feel a flicker of pride at what they had accomplished.

’Let’s see what the people think.’

He vanished from the hilltop and appeared in the middle of a bustling bar.

The room was warm, filled with noise and the scent of alcohol and roasted meat. Music played faintly in the background. The bar was packed, filled with people of different races, laughing, drinking, and sharing stories.

But despite standing in the middle of it all, no one saw Atticus.

He turned slowly, taking in the scene. Dozens of tables, dozens of conversations. Dwarves, humans, demons and many others, all sharing the same space.

It was something he’d never have imagined possible in the old Eldoralth.

He let his senses extend, tuning in to the words flowing through the bar.

He focused on a pair of dwarves sitting off to the left, mugs in hand.

"I tell you, man... I don’t feel so good. I think something’s coming. Something bad."

"You talking about the blue sky?"

"Yeah... that, and that voice. Talking about some... Virenalla or something."

"I feel you," the other dwarf muttered, taking a sip. "Something’s going on. And the higher ups are being real quiet about it."

There was a pause.

"But we still got that human ruler. You’ve seen his power, right? Can anything even beat that?"

The first dwarf fell silent.

Atticus turned his attention elsewhere.

At a round table near the center of the room, a group of humans were deep in discussion.

"I’m telling you, it’s all connected," one of them said. "That blue light in the sky, the voice, it’s all part of something big."

"Yeah, but Emperor Atticus is on it," another replied. "Have you seen him fight? He’s insane."

A woman laughed, twirling her drink. "Honestly? I’d let him have my babies."

The others burst into laughter.

"Isn’t that going a bit far?" one of the men chuckled.

"Maybe, maybe not," someone else grinned. "You do know who we’re talking about, right?"

Suddenly, the sound of a loud bang interrupted the laughter. A mug had slammed onto a table, and the bar fell silent.

"Hunad!" a vampyros man hissed, trying to calm down his companion. But the other, a towering figure with icy eyes, wasn’t listening. His gaze was fixed on the humans at the round table.

"Stop speaking so highly of that murderer!" Hunad’s voice rang through the bar, filled with venom. His bloodlust filled the air.

"What are you yapping about?" one of the humans snapped, standing up.

Hunad stormed toward their table.

"That trash is nothing but a murderer and a coward! He killed our queen! And he did it in the most cowardly way possible!"