Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 1596

Chapter 1596: News

’I have to find a way to end this.’

Anastasia and Anorah would probably fight him on it, especially with how close they’d become over the past months, but he was determined.

His gaze drifted to the dance floor, where the two of them were spinning about, laughing and giggling without any care.

’They’re talking about me.’

He couldn’t hear a word they were saying, but he just knew it, especially when they threw the occasional glance his way before breaking into another fit of laughter.

’Fuck this. I’m going to train.’

He rose from his seat immediately. They could nag him all they wanted later, but spending even a single second more here felt like an unforgivable waste of his time.

Still, he wisely chose to move carefully, making sure no one noticed as he slipped away, emerging outside.

"Ah, finally... you’re here. I was starting to get tired of waiting."

Whisker was leaning casually against a wall with a bored expression.

"You were waiting for me?"

It was strange seeing Whisker out here while a party was still raging inside. If there was one person he expected to be enjoying himself, it was him.

"Unfortunately, yes. This is what happens when you’re burdened with far too many responsibilities."

Whisker let out an exaggerated, weary sigh, looking like a man who had spent most of his life buried beneath obligations.

"...Responsibilities?"

"Tragic, I know. All this hard work is bound to pay off eventually."

"..."

Atticus was at a loss for words. Whisker was, without question, the laziest person he had ever met, and he never made any attempt to hide it.

"What responsibilities? What hard work?"

"Y’know... this, that."

"That’s not an answer."

"Hah."

Whisker suddenly laughed, brushing the question aside with a shameless grin.

"We shouldn’t waste time on things like that. I didn’t come here to chat. I’ve got news."

"News?"

Atticus stopped pressing him instantly. Whisker might be lazy, but he wasn’t foolish, and he certainly wouldn’t go out of his way to seek him out unless the matter was serious.

"Yeah. I dug around like you asked, and I found something interesting."

Atticus furrowed his brows. They hadn’t been idle these past months.

After discovering and capturing a spirit faction territory, in an attempt to free Ozeroth’s brethren and to strike at the spirit king, they had targeted every spirit faction territory they could locate and ascended the Span at a pace that would have shocked anyone watching.

And though the structure of the Span forced them to clash with territories belonging to other factions along the way, their rapid advance had drawn in countless newcomers. Now, people who had been in the Span for years had joined their world.

But while the other leaders only saw more people to command and more territories to manage, Atticus had seen something else entirely.

An expanding, almost limitless source of information, one he had immediately asked Whisker to help him tap into.

"There was a lot of jargon," Whisker said, rolling his wrist lazily, "but I managed to pull out something useful."

"What?"

"A tournament."

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